Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"Huh? Where is this?"

A shack?

Could it be that I had a high fever from the flu and hallucinated?

My head is spinning. Should I just lie down today? Skip work?

It's just 150 yuan anyway?

Well, forget it. I should still go…

Tang Wen muttered to himself, "Earn money in Nanzhou, spend it in Nanzhou, don't even think about taking a penny home," as he propped himself up on the head of the bed.

The head of the bed?

What the hell? Why does it feel like grass?

Tang Wen woke up and was immediately stunned when he opened his eyes.

Faint morning light shone through the roof—no, the shed roof.

With the help of this faint light, he could barely see his surroundings.

It was an irregular triangle, a simple hut shaped like a tent.

There was no furniture, not even a small table.

The surrounding walls were mottled dirt, and on the wall was a wooden door haphazardly nailed together with planks and sticks.

Under the wall was a crooked earthen stove, and on the stove was a small iron pot.

Seeing this pot, Tang Wen actually felt a bit of relief from the bottom of his heart—at least there was a household appliance, no, a household iron item.

The ground was covered with a layer of dry grass, and he had been sleeping on it. Beside him were a few rough pottery jars.

In the opposite corner, a long-haired person was cowering?

Huh? A woman?

A very thin woman.

Buzz.

Memories flooded back like a tide…

The woman sleeping opposite him was his body's older sister.

This was a wasteland world.

Civilization in this world had been fragmented.

The natural environment had undergone tremendous changes.

The loss of civilization had led to a life that was like the primitive society.

People fished, hunted, farmed, bartered, and tried their best to fill their stomachs every day.

For a piece of meat, they had to risk their lives to hunt.

Changes in the natural environment had altered the genes of humans and beasts.

Humans and beasts alike could awaken extraordinary abilities.

The camp he was currently in was established by someone known as the "Flame Queen."

He was eager to learn about extraordinary abilities, but unfortunately, he was on the outermost edge of the camp, and the original owner of this body was just an under-fifteen-year-old, weak child with no abilities, so he knew nothing about the extraordinary.

He only fantasized about becoming extraordinary, hoping that the stunningly beautiful "Flame Queen" would favor him.

The more Tang Wen understood these memories, the stranger his expression became.

The greatest wish of the original owner of this body was to kneel naked before the "Flame Queen" and offer her everything…

The memories were so real. Had he really transmigrated?

Tang Wen frowned and pinched himself hard. The pain made his brows furrow even deeper.

He really transmigrated!

And he had become a weak, young child, living in a wasteland world with an even weaker older sister, depending on each other for survival.

What the hell was this!

Why?

Why did I have to transmigrate to such a miserable world?

He lay on the dry grass, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance. His eyes turned sour, and clear tears flowed.

The tears flowed down his cheeks and into his neck, feeling a little itchy.

Tang Wen reached out to touch his eyes, and suddenly the light in front of him distorted.

The next moment, a semi-transparent, light gray screen appeared:

【Name: Tang Wen】

【Age: 14 years, 9 months】

【Strength: 0.3】

【Spirit: 0.7】

【Skills: Farming Mastery (719/1000)】

What's this?

Tang Wen stared blankly for a long time. Seeing that the screen didn't change, he slowly came back to his senses.

He didn't even dare to pinch his thigh again, afraid that what he saw was an illusion.

A golden finger?

A system?

Before he could study it.

Bang!

A loud noise.

The wooden door shook violently, and a rough voice shouted, "Are you dead? If not, get out here!"

Tang Wen's heart tightened, and he slowly sat up.

He knew he couldn't hide. The makeshift wooden door wouldn't withstand a few blows.

Besides, the person outside could see him lying on the bed through the cracks in the door and the dirt walls.

"Coming, coming, I'm coming."

"Xiao Wen."

A timid voice sounded.

On the ground, the girl's thin arms tightly hugged her bamboo-like legs, her big eyes filled with worry, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Tang Wen took a deep breath, walked to the door, and gently opened the wooden stick holding it shut.

A burly man with a beard and an impatient look stood at the door.

Behind him were two dark-skinned guards with knives.

The burly man wore a black armband with two large characters embroidered in white thread: Management!

"Brother Li, Brother Li, good morning," Tang Wen recalled the man's name and identity, instinctively bent over, and smiled cautiously. His already thin body looked even smaller.

What good morning! Where's next month's rent?

Rent?

They collect rent for this dilapidated place?

Tang Wen's face turned pale. He quickly recalled the details, and the next moment, his face turned even paler.

What the man said was true. They did collect rent here.

But the rent wasn't for the house. It was a fee for living in the camp. If you didn't pay, you had to get out and live in the wild. Not to mention the mutated beasts in the wild, there was also danger from scavengers, who were of the same species.

There was no order or humanity among the scavengers!

Life and death were determined by fate, and the strong preyed on the weak.

With Tang Wen and the girl's physique, they would be caught and thrown into a pot to cook that very night!

Although the environment in the camp was also very bad, at least their lives were guaranteed.

Because the "Flame Queen" had established rules against killing and plundering, no one dared to violate them easily.

Countless people who had tried to challenge the Queen's authority had served as a warning to everyone with their tragic ends.

The adults in the original owner's family had long since died in this miserable world.

The original owner himself had no special ability to make a living. He couldn't even beat others at scavenging outside the camp and often had no harvest.

He could only do odd jobs such as watching fields and scaring away birds and beasts.

After a day's work, he often couldn't even feed himself and his sister, let alone have surplus food to pay the rent.

"Speak up! Are you mute? If you don't have it, get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then go get it!"

"Okay, I'll get it right away, I'll get it right away!"

"Ten pounds of grain, not even half a pound less."

"…"

Tang Wen turned around and went into the house, seeing the girl silently shedding tears.

He lowered his head to avoid her eyes, gently parted the dry grass in the corner, and found two jars underneath.

Both were sealed with burlap.

He held them in his hands and shook them. One jar was full, and the other was only half full.

One full jar contained seven pounds of millet, and two jars were almost exactly ten pounds.

But this was all the food stored by the two people in the family. If they handed it all over, they would have to go hungry.

Tang Wen picked up one jar, and from under his bed, he pulled out an iron rod about half a meter long and walked towards the door.

"Brother Li, I only have seven pounds of rice, I'll use this to make up the rest, what do you think?"

He carefully raised the iron rod with one hand, his heart also rising with it. Although ironware was also a valuable item in this era, in this dog-eat-dog world, nothing was more valuable than food.

"Heh," Brother Li reached out and grabbed the iron rod, swinging it back and forth a few times.

Tang Wen's back bent even lower, and his head lowered another three points.

The iron rod was right above his head and could fall down at any time.

He remembered eating with Party A in the past. The other party filled a three-ounce glass with white wine, and he had to drink it, otherwise, he would be disrespecting them.

Clang!

The iron rod landed on his shoulder, not with much force, but Tang Wen's body tilted, and his hands tightly protected the jar of rice in his arms.

He didn't dodge or look up.

"I'll spare you this time."

"Thank you, Brother Li, thank you, Brother Li!" Tang Wen's voice trembled.

"Just this once!"

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you so much…"

The guards came up, took the jar, and poured it into a rice bag.

Brother Li took out a seal from his pocket, grabbed his arm, and stamped it on the back of his hand with a snap.

Tang Wen took the jar of rice and watched the three men go to knock on the next house's door.

A few minutes later, he lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, where there was an extra red stamp, a red circle with two bright red characters inside—October.

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