"How can I, a woman, dare to tame a raptor like that? However, their men like it, especially the bravest men in the tribe. They all take pride in taming an eagle and winning the competition with their own eagle."

"I remember that a long time ago, Risong tamed an eagle, but that eagle was later shot and killed by his opponent..."

"By the way, Qing'er, why do you suddenly ask these questions? Why, do you want to tame an eagle?" Xiao Yaxue asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said, "I have some ideas. I have used carrier pigeons to deliver messages before, but the carrier pigeons are far inferior to the hawks in terms of physical strength, location recognition, and their own safety."

Homing pigeons are often shot, roasted and eaten.

When a homing pigeon encounters other birds in the sky, it may be bullied.

Pigeons get tired easily and may get lost in bad weather.

Homing pigeons cannot fly too far and cannot be used for reconnaissance...

It would be great if we could get an eagle.

But the eagle is a bird of prey. If you want to tame it for your use and recognize you as your master, it is best to start cultivating feelings from a young eagle.

An adult eagle has a determined temperament and its own wisdom and ideas, so it is difficult to make it obey completely.

But eagle cubs are very difficult to get. Yang Ruoqing was bored and just chatted with Xiao Yaxue.

After all, among the people around you, only Xiao Yaxue, who is good at martial arts, can talk to you. If you talk to Yang Huamei and others, they will definitely not know everything about you.

Talk to Mrs. Liu and she will ask you, "Is the eagle meat delicious? Should it be stewed or stir-fried for rice?"

"Qing'er, there should be eagles in our mountains. I saw them flying over our village once. They were so fast!"

"Well, I've seen it once too."

"Then ask your family Fengtang to help you hunt later. I heard Na Risong say that your family Fengtang's archery skills are very good, and he can shoot through the poplars with a hundred steps!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Well, wait until I give birth to the babies first, and then I can 'make demands' with him."

Xiao Yaxue stroked her palms: "Yes, yes, it's so exciting. You are helping him give birth to a baby. You have two babies at one time, which is much more tiring than other wives. He must reward you!"

…

In the dim room, there was a fishy smell of earth everywhere, and there was always a sound of water dripping from everywhere on the roof, making a subtle sound of dripping.

Luo Fengtang was about to wake up, with a splitting headache, but a strange exclamation came in his ears: "Dad, look, this man is alive, his eyelids are moving!"

Footsteps approached, and there seemed to be light approaching his eyelids. He felt someone tapping his face gently, "Hey, Houshenglang, are you awake?"

Luo Fengtang frowned and groaned in pain, but his eyes struggled to open with the screams...

What came into view were two unfamiliar faces.

An old man with white hair and beard, stooped back, wearing patched coarse cloth clothes, held a tung oil lamp close to Luo Fengtang's face.

The lights are as big as soybean grains, flickering and jumping.

Next to the light was another young child's face.

A little girl of about ten years old, with messy bangs and two loose pigtails, half of her face is covered with scarlet birthmarks, and there is a circle of red rash and small flesh bumps around her chin.

He leaned over to a face through the light, and looked at the person lying on the bed with wide eyes.

Even though Luo Fengtang had a calm mind, he took a deep breath when he saw this little girl.

The lifelike Yaksha is reincarnated, extremely ugly!

He subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his whole body was tingling and his legs couldn't use any strength.

I couldn't help but lie there, closed my eyes again, and mobilized the breath throughout my body to feel the condition of my limbs and bones.

His eyebrows jumped suddenly.

The body was severely injured, but it was not life-threatening.

But he tried to get up several times, but his hands and feet couldn't use the strength.

The internal energy in his body seemed to be suppressed by something, and his legs were as soft as cooked noodles.

No, this has been tampered with!

Luo Fengtang was greatly shocked, but there was no clue on his face. He just lay there with his eyes closed, his eyelids moving slightly, and his breath weak.

"Dad, look at this man, he has closed his eyes again. Is he going to die?"

It was the little girl who was as ugly as Yasha who spoke.

The white-haired old man made a silencing gesture towards the little girl, "Children, don't talk nonsense. Go and guard outside. If someone comes, cough loudly."

The footsteps moved away, and there was the sound of the wooden door being closed.

The white-haired old man put the soybean oil lamp aside on a crooked table cushioned by stones.

Turn around and look at the shop.

When I saw the person in the shop opening his eyes again, he was looking directly at the slippery roof.

The old man sighed, found a broken red clay bowl, poured half a bowl of tea and returned to the bedside.

"Young man, it's better to live than die. Come on, let me help you get up and drink some water."

Luo Fengtang couldn't exert any strength, the wounds on his body hurt, and he couldn't sit up at all.

The old man was considerate and didn't force it. He just held Luo Fengtang's neck to raise his head, and then brought the tea bowl to his mouth.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips tightened into a straight line, and his deep and dark eyes were fixed on the old man. There was not only alertness but also warning in his eyes.

Being stared at by such a gaze, the old man was startled for a moment, and a shocked coldness ran from his back to the soles of his feet.

He could never imagine that the young man in front of him was so seriously injured that he couldn't even sit up, yet this look in his eyes had such breathtaking power.

Come to think of it, this young man’s identity is unusual!

Thinking of this, the old man's tone became a little more friendly, "Drink it, this water is not poisonous. I have been taking care of you these days when you were unconscious. If I wanted to harm you, you wouldn't wake up. You said so."

No?"

Luo Fengtang frowned, still looking coldly at the old man in front of him without opening his mouth.

The old man chuckled, picked up the bowl, took a few sips himself, and then brought the bowl to Luo Fengtang again.

This time, Luo Fengtang finally drank.

When I put the first sip of water down my throat, I felt a tingling sensation in my throat, as if it was burning like a barb.

It was only when the second sip of tea went down my throat that I felt a little moisturized.

Luo Fengtang drank all the tea in the bowl in one breath. He seemed to feel a little better and could speak again, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Where is this?"

"Who are you?"

The old man laid Luo Fengtang down, stood in front of the bed with his back bent, and said kindly: "This is Nanshan Village. Everyone calls me Lame Zhang, and some people call me Lao Zhang."

Nanshan Village?

An old man named Zhang?

Luo Fengtang looked confused.

The old man's reaction to Luo Fengtang was not surprising. It seemed that it was normal for him not to know.

"Young man, I see that the way you dress doesn't look like someone from the mountains. Are you from outside?"

From outside?

Luo Fengtang frowned.

The old man looked at Luo Fengtang, a trace of sympathy flashed in his cloudy eyes, and asked with some regret: "Young man, where are you from? Why did you go down that cliff when you were so good? You are really unlucky. You entered our Nanshan Village. Now you are in trouble.
Chapter completed!