"Tangyaozi, I heard from the villagers that you have been hunting since you were ten years old. But your uncle is a blacksmith and no one taught you. How did you learn to hunt?"

Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.

In Changping Village, the young hunter Luo Fengtang is a myth in the eyes of men.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang thought about it seriously and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I watched my uncle forge while I was a kid, so I liked carrying a gun and dancing with a stick. I did the hunting blindly on my own."

"Yeah, it turns out I'm self-taught. Tangyazi, you are awesome."

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes bright.

Luo Fengtang saw the light in her eyes and was startled.

Qing'er is praising him

Just listen to Yang Ruoqing continue to say, "Tangyazi, tell me about your hunting."

Luo Fengtang stopped and glanced at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.

"Qing'er, why do you want to listen to that?" he asked.

Like a savage, crawling around in the mountains. Some beasts are cautious by nature. In order to stay there, they sometimes lie down near the beast's lair for a whole day.

"It's better not to listen to it. It's boring. I'm afraid I'll scare you."

He laughed to himself, shook his head, and walked forward.

Yang Ruoqing trotted after him, walking side by side with him.

"Hey, you kid is looking down on me. Just tell me, tell me exciting things, I promise you won't be scared."

"You really want to hear it?" he asked her, turning his head.

She nodded vigorously, with a look of anticipation on her face.

He sighed secretly, "Okay, let me think about it."

"I was ten years old. I was learning blacksmithing from my uncle and begged him to give me my first bow and arrow."

Yang Ruoqing discovered that Luo Fengtang, a guy who usually struck up a conversation with others, couldn't beat him with three sticks.

However, when he talked about hunting, he seemed to be a different person with a different mouth.

The words are articulated clearly and organized, link by link.

When talking about one thing, describing the environment at that time, and the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, he said it very concisely and straightforwardly.

Yang Ruoqing felt that in front of her eyes, pictures of hunting were slowly unfolding.

His low and calm voice took her into another world.

It also made her re-recognize the rolling hills behind the village.

There are hundreds of miles of Mianniu Mountain, layer upon layer.

The activities of the villagers are only at the foot of the mountain and the surrounding area.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, hidden dragons and crouching tigers

Even the toughest and most experienced hunters in Shiliba Village must go together if they want to hunt deep in Mianniu Mountain.

The big boy in front of me has been trapping rabbits and catching pheasants outside the mountains since he was ten years old.

Later, when I was thirteen years old, I went into the mountains for the first time and killed a lone wolf with a dagger.

When I was fourteen, I fought with a black bear and successfully killed it.

At the age of fifteen, he encountered a herd of wild boars.

At the age of sixteen, that is, three months ago, he once again encountered the white-haired wolf king in Mianniu Mountain.

He started a life-and-death struggle with the cunning and cruel white-haired wolf king. The wolf king was wounded and escaped, and he also obtained a rich loot.

"Tangyaozi, if your experience were written into a book and asked to be told by a storyteller in a teahouse, it would really last three days and three nights."

After hearing the exciting moment, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but put her hands on her palms and sighed.

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

"I have no choice but to make a living. It's not like what you said, Qing'er."

"Hey, don't be humble, I really admire you."

"What?" He raised his eyes, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Qing'er, are you really not afraid?" he asked again.

One time, he carried a bloody little wild boar back to the village with his face covered in blood.

I frightened several women and dolls I met on the road.

After that, the girls in the village did not dare to talk to him.

Qing'er, not only is she not afraid, but she also admires him

Luo Fengtang was confused

Yang Ruoqing seemed to be able to tell what he was thinking, and it was more like she was amused by his stupid look at the moment.

She chuckled, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, "Silly boy, the thing in this world that scares me, sister, hasn't been born yet."

Luo Fengtang "."

"That's it, it's settled. Let's find some free time later and go into the mountains. You hunt and I collect herbs. It's such a happy decision. Let's go."

"Okay." Luo Fengtang came to his senses, carried the bucket, and followed Yang Ruoqing's pace.

The afternoon sunlight shines from the west, casting the two silhouettes on the ground.

The two people walked side by side, one taller and the other shorter. When turning, the two shadows would occasionally overlap.

Seems harmonious

When she was about to leave the town, Yang Ruoqing saw the bun shop on the roadside again.

The fragrant smell wafted over, and Yang Ruoqing remembered that they had been working hard all day and both of them were still hungry.

"Tangyazi, it's already noon, let's just have lunch and then go home," she suggested.

Luo Fengtang didn't want to waste that money. He still had porridge for the night at home.

But when he looked at the girl, he nodded "Okay"

Two people entered the shop.

"What are you eating?"

After finding two seats and sitting down, Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang.

"I can eat anything, you order it," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing briefly asked the clerk and said to Luo Fengtang, "To celebrate the big deal we made today, let's have a good lunch."

"Okay, Qing'er, you can eat whatever you want."

"Okay." Yang Ruoqing said to the waiter over there, "Two bowls of shredded pork noodles."

In a moment, two bowls of hot shredded pork noodles were placed in front of the two of them.

The noodles are placed one by one in an open bowl, and the thick soup is poured over them.

A few cabbage stalks, a spoonful of peanuts, and a few chopped green onions.

On top, there is a handful of shredded pork.

Due to the placement technique, at first glance it looks like the whole bowl is filled with shredded pork.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the chopsticks and pulled the shredded meat to the side. She found that there were only a dozen or so at most.

A bowl of shredded pork noodles costs eight cents. It’s just ten shredded pork noodles. Hey, eight cents can weigh half a catty of meat.

"Well, it smells delicious. Tang Yazi, please use your chopsticks."

Yang Ruoqing greeted, holding the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

I picked up the noodles and blew on the hot air, then put it in my mouth and devoured it.

On the opposite side, Luo Fengtang also picked up the chopsticks.

He used chopsticks to pick up the shredded meat in his bowl one by one.

Then, put it all into a spoon, and put the spoon together into the bowl of the girl opposite.

Yang Ruoqing was really hungry and was concentrating on the noodles in the bowl with her head down.

Suddenly a spoonful of shredded pork covered her bowl.

"Tangyazi, whatever you do, give me the meat and you can eat it yourself."

She picked up the spoon and wanted to return the shredded meat to him, but his wrist was held down.

"Qing'er, you can eat it, I don't like meat," he said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Meat is a good thing, especially in this era. Only fools don’t like eating meat.

"Tangyazi, there is meat in my bowl, you can eat your share," she said.

"Qing'er, just eat more, your face has lost weight."
Chapter completed!