Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 1 Orion
The cold wind is biting.

The heavy snow, like goose feathers, is falling from the sky.

After a night of accumulation, it was already above my calves.

Shen Qing was wrapped in a tattered "缊" robe, carrying a bow on his back, walking in the snow, his feet making a creaking sound.

The snowflakes fell on him, quickly melted by the heat and seeped into his clothes.

The cold wind made it stiff and made him shiver.

"I hope I can gain something today, and pray to God that I can have something to eat. If I continue like this, I really won't be able to survive."

Shen Qing put his hands in his sleeves, his eyes fixed on a clear set of footprints.

The footprints were deeply imprinted in the snow, forming a winding track that extended to the sunny slope ahead.

Based on his experience, this should be a fawn.

Yo, Yo…

The sudden sound of a deer calling interrupted Shen Qing's thoughts.

In stock!

Shen Qing immediately became alert, carefully took off the bow, and put the arrow on the bow.

He hunched over and moved forward cautiously.

As the distance got closer, a little deer appeared in Shen Qing's sight, and his movements became more cautious.

Suddenly, the deer seemed to notice something and looked up.

Shen Qing thought to himself that something was wrong.

Deer are timid and suspicious, have a keen sense of smell, and are afraid of smelling "humans," so they will run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

Shen Qing rushed out and shot an arrow hastily.

call out!
The arrow turned into a black light and shot into the white snow.

In the blink of an eye, the deer in sight had disappeared in the snow.

Failed again.

Shen Qing's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

"My arrow is broken!"

Shen Qing rushed to the snow and began to grope around.

However, in the snow, everything was white, and there was no trace of the arrow.

Time passed little by little, and Shen Qing searched the place where he remembered the arrow fell, but found nothing.

The last arrow is gone!
……

at the foot of the mountain.

A hunting village is located in it.

There are more than thirty households in the village, all of which live in mud houses.

Among all these huts, there is a dilapidated adobe house that stands out in the wind and snow.

The walls are made of a mixture of mud and straw, and are dark yellow and slightly mottled in color.

The roof was covered with thick straw, which was now covered by a layer of snow, making the already fragile house look shaky.

Shen Qing was familiar with the route. He walked to the door of the adobe house, pushed it hard, and walked in.

"Sister, I'm back."

The furnishings in the house were extremely simple. The only furniture included a worn wooden table, a few chairs with missing arms and legs, and a wooden board that could barely be called a bed.

Shen Qing closed the door, took off his hat, and hung the bow on his back along with some farm tools and tattered clothes on the wall.

In the corner of the room, a thin woman quickly stood up, looked at Shen Qing and said, "Why did you come back so late today? I thought you had an accident outside."

This is Shen Qing’s elder sister Shen Fang.

Since coming into this world, Shen Qing has been dependent on her.

Shen Qing said: "Today was not smooth. I lost the arrow on the way, which delayed me a bit."

Shen Fang walked quickly to the door and patted the snow off Shen Qing's body.

The light from outside the door shone on her face, revealing a pretty face.

It's just that she has been outside for many years, and her skin has become tanned and rough, which conceals her original beauty.

"It's okay if it's lost, as long as you're okay. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to explain to my dead parents."

After a while, Shen Fang suddenly said, "Chen Yuan came again today."

As she spoke, Shen Fang subconsciously pulled up her sleeves to cover the bruise on her wrist.

Shen Qing raised his head and asked, "Chen Yuan?"

His brows couldn't help but frown. Chen Yuan's family had three brothers, and their father was the leader of the village, very prestigious, and had some connections with the city.

The three brothers relied on their father and were used to being arrogant and domineering. Many people in the village were afraid of or tried to curry favor with their family.

Not an easy person to get along with.

"What are you doing here?"

"They said that if someone like me in the county were to work as a maid for a wealthy family, I could be worth five or six taels of silver. They asked me if I was willing to do that. Qingzi, how about..."

Shen Qing interrupted her and said, "Sister, our family has no support. If you sell yourself, who knows where they will sell you to. What if they sell you to a brothel? What will you do, sister? Don't listen to their nonsense."

"You are the only male in our family. Before my parents left, they told me to take good care of you and not let our family die out..." Shen Fang said in a low voice.

Shen Qing was silent.

These hunters who "drive mountains" live off the mountains and have no land.

There isn't much women can do to help here except taking care of the housework.

"By the way, sister." Shen Qing changed the subject and asked, "Do you have any meat left at home?"

"It's gone." Shen Fang stammered, "Now there are only some bran cakes left."

Shen Qing's face fell: "...Take it out and eat it first, I'll think of other ways tomorrow."

"it is good."

Shen Fang stood up, took out two pieces of bran cakes from the broken jar, put them in Shen Qing's hand and said, "Qingzi, don't worry too much. I'm at home anyway, and I won't let you go hungry."

"Got it." Shen Qing took the gray bran cake.

He looked down at the bran cake in his hand. The surface was rough and uneven, with dots of bran scattered around, like a piece of loess eroded by time.

heavy.

It doesn't look much different from other cakes.

However, when you take a bite, the taste is indescribable.

It is not soft and delicate like ordinary pasta, on the contrary, it is so rough that it is difficult to swallow.

Each bite was accompanied by a rustling sound, as if one was chewing sand.

The bran rolls in the mouth, bringing an indescribable foreign sensation.

If there is a taste, it is a light, slightly bitter grassy flavor, which is more like challenging the limits of taste buds than eating food.

This kind of cake is undoubtedly a torture for Shen Qing, who is used to modern life.

But for families like Shen Qing's, as long as they can fill their stomachs, it doesn't matter whether the food tastes good or not.

Shen Qing let out a long sigh and swallowed it down with the snow water.

Although the bran cakes tasted bad, Shen Qing still felt an unprecedented comfort after his stomach was filled.

His tired body gradually warmed up, and his face looked more lively.

At this moment, looking at the bare adobe house, Shen Qing's mind began to become active.

It has been more than a month since he came to this world, and he has figured out where he is now.

He is now in a village where hunting is the main occupation, called Hongshan Village, with about thirty households, belonging to Taiping County.

Taiping County is backed by mountains to the north and connected to a large lake to the south. There are tens of thousands of families making a living here.

There are four markets in the county, namely the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, and four major bosses.

The mountain herders and other tenants, fishermen and woodcutters in Hongshan Village all depend on the four major employers for their livelihood.

However, the four big bosses in the county are not good people.

They are all ruthless characters who are willing to take advantage of you and don't care whether you live or die.

With the addition of the tax collectors from the Great Zhou government, it was not easy for the people here to just get enough food and clothing.

If you are unlucky enough to encounter a natural disaster or a calamity, the result will be the destruction of your family.

Such a world can be simply summarized in one word: difficult!

Fortunately, after being reborn in this world, he is not without support.

Shen Qing's consciousness moved, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and an invisible ripple suddenly appeared in his vision.

A piece of ink text slowly unfolded in front of him like a scroll.

[Skills: Archery (beginner)]

[Progress: 98/100 points]

[Status: cannot be upgraded]

[Note: Heaven moves vigorously, so a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself! Continuous practice can lead to breakthroughs in skills. ]

The new book has started, and I hope that all brothers and sisters will support and read it.

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(End of this chapter)