The next day, the villagers of Baibao Village got up earlier than usual. In fact, no one slept well that night. After getting up, they looked north. The smoke of war had disappeared. Those who had good things left the village and climbed up to see other places. They found it was very quiet, so everyone felt much more relieved.

"We have more than 100,000 troops in Datong, and there is a Great Wall in the north. This is a country that is iron-clad, and the Tartars cannot get through!" Someone began to pretend to understand.

The Zhu family’s breakfast was the cake prepared for emergency yesterday. The cake was made of mixed noodles and bran. It tasted very bad, but it was almost the same every day. During the meal, Zhu Da’s parents kept exchanging eyes. Finally, his mother Zhu Wangshi said, “Xiao Da, that person who is not good for the old man and has killed the whole family. It is said that the family is still haunted. If you want to find him, you will be entangled by ghosts.”

The demons and ghosts said it is useful to scare children, but now Zhu Da doesn't care at all. When he hears this, he can't help laughing. This reaction makes his parents look at each other. His mother Zhu Wang first said angrily: "Your father is not very brave. Why are you so bold? Xiaoda, let's not learn martial arts anymore. I'll come back tonight and my mother will give you noodle soup."

The noodle soup is made of pure grain, and some oil and salt are also required. For the Zhu family, they only have the opportunity to eat it around the three festivals of the year. Unfortunately, it is time to harvest now, so they have to borrow more grain in their hands, otherwise they will have to borrow food from outside.

"Mom, our family doesn't have much food, don't waste it for me. I still have to learn martial arts. Those servants bully people so much, and there are Tartars coming. What's wrong with learning martial arts to strengthen their health?" Zhu Da said calmly.

The house suddenly became quiet, and Zhu Da’s parents didn’t know what to say. The twelve-year-old boy had never been out of the village before. Suddenly speaking such knowledgeable and organized words were at a loss and how to refute them.

"If you want to go and do it, go and do it, don't care at home!" Father Zhu Shitou ended the persuasion angrily.

Even though he was angry, Zhu Shitou was about to go to the field, he still gave some special instructions, such as if there was any disaster, remember to run to the cellar first, and don’t make a sound inside. No one except parents shouting others.

"The child is grown up!" Before leaving the door, the mother felt this emotion.

Just like yesterday, Zhu Da simply cleaned up his home, and then went out to Xiang Laohan's house. Xiang Laohan gave all the fields to the villagers. Xiang Laohan and Zhou Qingyun got up later than the villagers and came back earlier, so Zhu Da was able to catch up.

Not long after, when he saw the old man Xiang Yue Xiang going out, Zhu Da hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down, and asked in a stern voice: "Brother Xiang, I want to learn martial arts from you!"

Seeing Zhu Da appear, Xiang Laohan and Zhou Qingyun who was following him were stunned. Xiang Laohan frowned and said in a muffled voice: "I can't teach you, and I can't teach you!" After that, he stepped around Zhu Da.

Zhu Da thought of being rejected, but he didn't expect such an answer. He also said to the old man very sincerely, not like finding a reason to make excuses. When Zhou Qingyun, who was carrying a bow, passed by him, he squatted down and said with a smile: "I can't do martial arts either. If you want to learn, there is a monkey-showing artist in the market, you can learn it!"

Zhu Da didn't know how to answer this, but just smiled bitterly. If he was really a twelve-year-old child, he should have lost his temper by this time, but Zhu Da was calm and could still face it with a smile. His reaction surprised Zhou Qingyun. He greeted the old man and quickly got up and followed him. Zhu Da noticed that he carried a knife around the old man's waist, which was similar to the sword that the servant who entered the village that day.

"Brother Xiang, I will come over tomorrow. I must learn skills with you!" Zhu Da shouted loudly. He also changed his martial arts learning to learn skills. The old man Xiang ignored it, and Zhou Qingyun turned around and did not make a face.

Several people in the village have noticed that this place is the same life as the closed villages like Baibao Village day after day. Zhu Da's behavior made everyone feel interesting and fresh, and there are two people who are looking at the fun.

The Xiang family was old and young, and Zhu Da also stood up from the ground and walked towards the river. Before learning martial arts skills, it was important to strengthen the body first. However, with the supply of two meals a day, the supply of mixed grains and clear soup and water was probably because his body was not strong, he would have ruined his foundation.

Zhu Da didn't jog this time, just walked slowly, occasionally bent down to pick up a few grains of wheat that others had leaked, or walked towards the field where there was no farming, and occasionally pulled up a few weeds.

After walking to the river, Zhu Da had a handful of weeds in his hand. When the villagers saw it, they thought it was a child who was playing around and would throw it away after playing for a while. No one cared about it, but Zhu Da never threw it away. He went to the river to clean it up in the river water, carefully placed it on the shelter on the stones, then collected the hay and branches, placed it on the dry place on the shore, and pressed it with stones. He collected enough and even circled it with stones.

Next, Zhu Da walked slowly along the riverside, and stopped in a place after walking a few steps. First, he brought a pile of stones from around, and picked out a flat stone slab and threw it on the shore. Then he dug a shallow puddle in the shallow water by hand, and then used stones to surround the edge of the puddle, and used stones to surround the raised edge as much as possible. The water flow on the shallow water shore was smooth, so there was no need to worry about wading it.

After the building was completed, Zhu Da began to dig the puddle deep with his hands. After the center was about one and a half feet deep, Zhu Da put the prepared small boulders in the puddle and covered the bottom of the puddle as much as possible.

At this time, the river water is already very cold. Zhu Da digs for a while and then goes ashore for a while, or rubs his legs by himself to keep the body warm. Children in the village usually play by the river when it is hot. No one comes here at this time, and the adults are busy with farm work, so no one comes to disturb them.

After these things were done, Zhu Da went to the wilderness on the shore to pull out many long and tough reeds, tied them to small stones, and inserted them one by one at the bottom of the pit. After more than an hour of busyness, it was not easy at all. Zhu Da felt a little empty, but he could only bear it.

The puddle dug was originally very turbid, and the river water exchanged slowly became clear. Zhu Da looked at the river and thought for a moment, then took out a small piece of cake from his arms. This was what he left over from breakfast. Zhu Da went to the pile of wild grass he picked, looked it up a few times, took out a dozen pieces of pieces, applied the grass clips and juice on the cake, and then crushed them thoroughly and mixed them thoroughly. Then he divided the debris of the cake and the weed into two parts, sprinkled around the puddle, and put the other into the puddle. These debris were blocked by the reeds and rose in the pit.

Zhu Da left the water, jumped for a while, threw the water droplets as much as possible, and then wiped the water with his shirt. The water was very cold and his body was very weak. He had to do it, but while doing it, he also wanted to avoid colds as much as possible. In this era, colds could kill people.

Next, regardless of whether he felt hungry or not, Zhu Da started jogging towards the village. This exercise has nothing to do with it, but to keep the body warm to avoid catching a cold.

After arriving at home, Zhu Da went straight to the stove. A branch was buried in the ashes of the stove pit. He pulled out the branches. The front end of the branches was burned red, but there was no open fire. It was not easy to catch fire these days. The fire in the house was buried in the ashes. When cooking and boiling water, he pushed aside and added firewood and burial, and buried it after using it. It continued over and over again. This was how Zhu Da borrowed the fire.

After tossing back and forth, Zhu Da's body and clothes were already dry. On the way back to the river, he kept blowing the branches, afraid that the charcoal fire would go out in the front part.

When he arrived at the shore, Zhu Da took the branches and pressed the dry grass and put the charcoal fire in the front part of the branch. Not long after, smoke came out inside. After a while, the open flame ignited, and Zhu Da quickly added the dead branches. The fire had already started. He found a dead branch two fingers thick and placed it in the fire.

After finishing these, Zhu Da walked towards the puddle, going back and forth, and tossing the fire. Half an hour passed. According to the experience of that year, it was time to gain something. He slowly approached the past. Zhu Da couldn't help but breathe lightly and became a little nervous.

There are fish! There are a few fish in the puddle!

In those twenty years of life, the knowledge of wild travel and wilderness survival was already very complete and systematic. Professionals and extremely boring people continued to try and expand, and they came up with systematic experiences and methods. They were clearly a modern society with abundant materials, but they imitated the conditions of primitive society to live. This knowledge generated based on insecurity brought a lot of fun, but only violent institutions had practical uses.

When Zhu Da learned these things, on the one hand, it was because of his insecurity in his heart and on the other hand, it was because of his interest. But he never thought that those knowledge would be used here, and it was just to fill his stomach and to supplement protein.

Back then, humans did not develop and utilized it, and there were very few places that had not been involved. Animals everywhere were already extremely afraid of humans and had developed some instincts and habits, such as avoiding people and running away when they met. Many rivers could not see big fish, and many water-based fish would not be caught easily.

The method of digging pits in the water to bury grass and catch fish was taught by a senior hiker at that time, but it also showed that this method can only be used in places with few people, and the chance of success is not high. You should know that there were not many people who went to places with few people back then.

But this era is different. The people in northern Shanxi and Shaanxi do not even have the habit of eating fish. Zhu Da remembers it very clearly that people in Yansui and Yulin eat fish without removing internal organs, but directly cook them in millet porridge. The taste can be imagined.

If no one eats or catches, the fish in the river will naturally grow fat and have no natural enemies to threaten them. They will naturally have no instinct to guard against those methods of luring and catching fish. This fishing trap can naturally play the greatest effect.

Zhu Da became excited, took off his clothes and walked closer to the puddle, reached in to catch the fish and threw it to the shore. One or two, the more he grabbed it, the more excited he became. He couldn't help laughing. This was the first time he had been happy and happy since this era came. This was the joy of harvest. These fish were all proteins, nutrition, and the capital to strengthen his body!
Chapter completed!