Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 4 Finally Don't Need to Starve

In the silent forest, there are bare trees everywhere.

A few cardinals are pecking at the ground.

Tang Wen approached quietly, hiding behind a big tree not far away.

He bent down, raised his arms slightly back, and then waved his hands violently, as if he was throwing water!
Whoosh!
A scream.

Fist-sized red-billed finches flapped their wings and rolled on the ground.

hit!
Regardless of his excitement, Tang Wen immediately ran over and grabbed the twitching red-billed sparrow.

The little thing has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. It struggles and twitches and stabs people's palms with pain. It was not until the bird's head was twisted that it completely lost its vitality.

Meat!

Tang Wen swallowed, and put the red-billed sparrow into the cloth bag on his waist.Then he took out a stone from his waist again.

"Chichi, Chichi"

I saw the rest of the cardinals flying to the nearby trees.

They were chirping, standing on the branches, flapping their wings towards Tang Wen.

Tang Wen smiled. The harsh environment made these birds learn to save energy.

This is much more convenient.

Whoosh!
Snapped!
The stone hit the branch and missed.

The red-billed sparrow was frightened again, soared into the air and flew into the distance.

Tang Wen sighed.

It is impossible to chase after, and it is a waste of energy.

The experience panel has changed:

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (0→17/1000)]

17 experience points?
Hitting living things is different!
He was a little excited, and continued to explore in the woods lightly.

There are fewer cardinals in the woods, and more cardinals are grazing seeds on the black grass outside.

But there were a lot of people there, too, from campers and scavengers.

Tang Wen would rather stay in the woods and search slowly, rather than expose his stone-throwing skills.

Squeak, squeak, there are thick dead branches and leaves under the feet, and the smell of mud is full of mud in the mouth and nose.

"grumble"

After walking for a while, a familiar cry came with the wind.

He stopped, quietly identified the direction, and walked towards the front right.

"jijijiji"

Four or five red-billed sparrows were calling on the branches.

For the first time, Tang Wen felt that their red beaks were so bright and beautiful, and their chirping sounds were so pleasant.

Qilixiang is nothing more than that!

Whoosh!
The stone interrupted the bird's call, and there was a more beautiful scream.

The experience panel flashed by.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (17→33/1000)]

pat.

The red-billed bird that was stoned to death fell down, but Tang Wen didn't pick it up immediately.

He stared at several other cardinals that flapped their wings and flew away. They scattered in a herd, and soon each landed on a different tree.

The distance is not far, but also scattered.

Tang Wen smiled and picked up the dead bird on the ground, and walked to the next tree.

Even if these red-billed sparrows didn't make a sound, their bright red beaks were more conspicuous than the sparse hair on the head of Tang Wen's previous company boss in this withered dark brown forest.

Whoosh, snap.

A red-billed sparrow fell flopping down, and soon became silent.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (33→51/1000)]

This did not alarm the birds in the other trees.

Bending down to pick it up, Tang Wen took out a new stone and quietly approached another tree.

Whoosh!

The stone hit the branch, and there was a crisp sound.

"Gan!"

Tang Wen didn't sound annoyed, and several nearby red-billed sparrows flew away one after another.

He took a pebble, glanced at it, and threw it into the air.

As expected, it went blank.

In the jungle, the sky darkens faster.

He couldn't help speeding up his search...

Half an hour later, the sun had completely set.

Tang Wen hurried towards the camp. There are no street lights here, and night is definitely synonymous with danger.

Along the way, many people came back in a hurry like him, and a few people with sticks in their hands squatted on the side of the road and stared at everyone.

A few pairs of thieves' eyes searched all over the people.

Tang Wen's waist was bulging, which naturally attracted their attention.

Fortunately, Tang Wen also noticed the unkindness of these people.

What a world!
He cursed angrily in his heart, but he didn't quicken his pace, but suddenly staggered, and the heavy cloth bag around his waist rattled with his movements.

It's a stone!
Poor boy!

I thought I found something edible.

The people squatting on the side of the road heard the noise and looked at Tang Wen's thin body, so they knew that this kid hadn't eaten enough.

Immediately they were classified as easy to bully, but not a little fat in the ranks.

There is no oil and water, so why bother to bully?

Seeing them look away, Tang Wen slightly adjusted his steps and walked towards the camp without changing his face.

It wasn't until he entered the camp that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Safe!
The value of ten catties of chestnut rice flower.

Passing by the door of his shack, he didn't stop, and walked straight towards the market.

On the east side of the camp, there are several rows of stone houses.

The road here is wide, and there are people setting up stalls on the ground.

Most of the stalls are filled with things dug out from nowhere.

Tang Wen walked by, and after a general look, he found that this is something that people who pick up junk on the earth would not pay much attention to.

After all, this is the outskirts of the camp, and the people living here are only slightly stronger than the scavengers outside.

He walked all the way in, until he saw a stone wall with a gate made of iron bars in the middle, and there were bunker-like stone houses on both sides of the gate, and then he stopped.

From memory, Tang Wen knew that the inside of the iron gate was called—the city.

According to people outside the camp, the city is a place where they can eat corn and rice every day.

Everyone wants to live in it, but they are not eligible.

Li Ge, who collects rent in the camp, said that in the city, you can't live in it without paying a few catties of food!
Tang Wen looked inside the iron gate for a while, curious.

The original owner wandered with his parents and lived in the camp for several years, but he didn't seem to know anyone in the city.

Tang Wen couldn't help guessing at the thick city wall built of stones in front of him: such a large stone might weigh hundreds or thousands of catties, and such a neat city wall can really be done by human power?
Just relying on these people who, like themselves, can't get enough to eat?
Or, there are still some civilization products preserved in the city?
goo goo...

My stomach growled.

Tang Wen laughed at himself: I am a person who can't even eat enough, why worry about this.

He turned his head and looked to the right, where the stone house hung a pennant with the word "rice" embroidered on it.

rice shop.

It is said that it was opened by a big shot in the inner city.

"Get out empty-handed!"

Just as Tang Wen stepped into the door and took two steps, he heard an impatient voice next to his ear.

A man appeared at the corner of the door, covered in leather armor, with a leather hat on his head, and holding a loaded crossbow in his hand.

The steel arrows shone coldly.

"Yes, yes, there's a red-billed sparrow."

Tang Wen hurriedly took out a dead bird from the cloth bag containing the stones.

"go in."

"well."

Turning the corner, there is a long table several meters long with a platform scale on it.

And the yard is full of black pottery rice jars, each of which is as tall as half a person, as thick as two people hugging each other, and roughly counted, there are more than twenty jars.

All food?

Tang Wen, who had been hungry for two days, had shortness of breath and red eyes.

If I have so much, no, even if I only have one tank of grain, I can survive this winter!
"Red-billed sparrows are rare, let me take a look."

Behind the long table, the little old man on the recliner slowly lifted the animal skin from his body and stood up.

Tang Wen handed over the red-billed sparrow in his hand.

"Yo, captured alive? After you caught it, you broke your neck?"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Wen gave a thumbs up: "Boss! You are so accurate! How much corn can one bird exchange for?"

The little old man smiled slightly, and threw the bird on the platform scale: it was less than 2 taels.

That is, 8, 90 grams.

"It only takes one or two pieces of meat to remove the hair. Fortunately, it is quite complete, with heart, liver and brain. Count you three corns per catty!"

"Uncle, do you think you can have more? I haven't had enough food for a long time." Tang Wen approached with a smile.He has also heard about the ratio of meat to corn, which is about 1 to 10, and 1 catty of meat to 10 catties of rice.

"Is there anything else in the bag?"

"Yes, there are two more."

Tang Wen took out two red-billed sparrows from his arms.

"Hey, it's quite capable!"

"Coincidentally, coincidentally."

"Hehe, it's all pretty good." The boss looked at Tang Wen: "Seeing that you're getting thinner than a skeleton, let's take a catty and a half. I'll catch birds later..."

"If there are any in the future, I will send them to you! Thank you boss! Thank you uncle!"

"Okay, quite clever." The boss gave him an extra look.

Scoop rice, weigh it...

Tang Wen put the coarse rice bag into his arms, thanked him again, turned and walked out of the rice shop.

(End of this chapter)