Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

A gust of cold wind blew, and Tang Wen, standing at the door, shivered.

October already?

Is winter coming next?

He didn't delay any further, walked into the room, and closed the door tightly.

He put the rice jar back where it belonged.

The girl, or rather, the older sister, was already starting a fire to cook.

A gurgling sound rang out, the water was boiling, she carefully grabbed a handful of golden yellow millet in her hand, paused for a moment, and then gently pinched a small portion and put it back into the jar.

Tang Wen, who occasionally cooks rice and porridge, estimated in his mind that this was about the amount of food he and his sister usually eat.

She carefully rinsed the millet and put it into the pot.

Tang Wen sat cross-legged on the hay, gently calling out 【Panel】 in his heart.

【Name: Tang Wen】

【Age: 14 years and 9 months】

【Body: 0.3】

【Spirit: 0.7】

【Skill: Farming Mastery (719/1000)】

With these stats, in a TV series, he definitely wouldn't survive the first episode.

I need to exercise.

Goo goo goo...

Uh, okay, about exercising, I need to eat my fill first.

The millet was cooked, with a faint fragrance wafting.

Tang Wen picked up his own bowl, the millet barely covering the bottom.

Looking at the older sister's bowl, the grains were distinct, you could count them at a glance.

His heart felt heavy, he lowered his head and said while eating: "I will find food as soon as possible, you stay at home."

The older sister seemed a little surprised, her beautiful face stared at him for a few seconds, nodded, and said in a crisp, weak voice: "Be careful."

The siblings have a good relationship, but the original Tang Wen wasn't good at saying these things.

The older sister's hand wasn't stamped, and she's a weak, teenage girl, so she can't leave the camp.

Otherwise, she would definitely be targeted by scavengers, it's too dangerous.

After eating, Tang Wen took his only weapon, a crude small knife with a handle wrapped in linen, and walked out of the room.

Looking back at the rows of dilapidated huts, he sighed, and walked towards the west gate along the direction of his memory.

No acquaintances, no neighbors, no social interaction, and even less emotional entanglement... these things are luxuries in the wasteland, you have to eat your fill every meal to have the time to consider them.

It's good too, saves any acquaintances from seeing that I'm not right.

Outside the west gate, a field of crops, stretching to the horizon, extending to the distant hillside.

This is millet field, the wasteland environment changes, affecting plants.

Millet is the most suitable grain for the wasteland after natural selection.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, except for winter, it can be harvested three times a year.

The spring season matures slower, the summer and autumn seasons grow very quickly.

Countless wastelanders rely on it to survive.

The original owner's parents were farmers in the camp, renting a piece of land to cultivate.

The Flame Queen is very benevolent, only needing to hand over 70% of the income, and the rest can be kept for themselves.

In his memory, the original owner's parents thanked the Queen for her benevolence until their death.

It was by relying on the grain saved from this harvest that the original owner's parents paid three years' rent in advance before their death, sheltering the siblings to live to this day.

As for their death, it's normal in the wasteland, just as normal as college students not being able to find a job in another time and space.

"Kid!"

Seeing someone coming to the farm, a black-faced man like an iron tower walked over, his voice low: "I told you, winter is coming, we don't need you here anymore."

Winter is coming, the millet fields don't need tending, even the work of weeding and watering is gone.

As for scaring birds and catching insects, it's only a good job when the millet is about to ripen!

Tang Wen squeezed out a smile: "I can do any work, I don't need food, just let me have a bite to eat."

"Get lost." He pointed to the distance, his voice calm, without any emotion, as skilled as if he had said it countless times.

Tang Wen didn't dare to pester him, and backed away with a smile.

The camp is not big, when he walked to the east gate of the camp, his stomach began to growl.

The little bit of food he ate in the morning was used up.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Wen stepped into the wilderness.

The guards on the wall glanced at him and continued chatting and bragging.

The original owner used to have a dream, which was to become a guard.

Now, Tang Wen just wants to eat his fill and survive.

Also, become transcendent?

Grumble...

His stomach growled again, as if it was a reminder.

Walking out of the camp gate, Tang Wen was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

The earth was full of desolation, the land was cracked, if it weren't for a kind of black grass growing, it seemed as if the earth was dead.

Black dead grass, the roots and stems are poisonous, only the leaves can barely be eaten.

But the leaves have already been plucked clean.

Winter is coming.

For the past two years, every winter, the siblings have had to sell the things their parents left behind, exchange them for some food, to get through it.

But this year, there is nothing left to sell.

There's nothing left.

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They also moved from the original location near the farm to the worst environment under the camp wall.

Shaking his head, Tang Wen picked up a tree branch that was still straight and walked towards the Blackwater River.

The Blackwater River, as the name suggests, the water is black, flowing here, the water loses the restraint of the river channel and forms a swamp, nourishing a forest.

There are fish in the water.

Approaching the river, Tang Wen slowed down.

He saw that in the swamp over there, there were people everywhere wearing sackcloth and cloaks.

They were emaciated, like walking corpses.

Tang Wen didn't dare to get close, he wanted to leave, but this was the only place he thought he might be able to get food.

Gently, he moved his steps.

Occasionally squatting down to pick up a small piece of stone.

Well, if someone gets close, I can throw stones first.

Wasteland scavengers are very afraid of getting hurt, getting hurt means becoming weaker, the strong eat the weak.

Splash, splash, splash!

Someone started running in the water, and then more people followed him.

Fish!

The person running in the front, pinched a black fish with both hands!

Seeing more and more people surrounding him, he started biting it desperately.

Blood smeared his mouth, he swallowed the fish, and then was knocked down by the people behind him.

One by one, as if playing a crazy human pyramid.

The scene was a mess.

"Guard, Guard!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Tang Wen was stunned, would the guards care about this?

To his surprise, a team of guards really emerged from the jungle, one of them holding a crossbow, shooting an arrow into the sky.

The sharp sound dragged a long tail, cutting through the sky.

Whistling arrow.

The people chasing the fish stopped and fled in all directions.

Only the people closest to the core were still fighting in the water, vying for most of the black fish.

Splash, splash, splash!

Several guards wearing leather armor cursed and stepped into the water.

One by one, they effortlessly dragged the people out and took them away.

Tang Wen recalled the relevant events, his face turning pale.

The reason why the guards care about these things is very simple, fighting will definitely kill people, then people will eat people, and more people will rush over.

Blood flowing in the water, the smell spreading out, will attract real danger - mutated beasts!

This place is too close to the camp, if mutated beasts are attracted in groups, in order to save their lives, the scavengers will definitely escape in the direction of the camp, that's the real trouble.

So, it must be stopped in advance.

As for taking these people away, it's not to save their lives.

But to squeeze out their last value, take them away as bait.

As if possessed, Tang Wen followed them from afar.

After walking for a while, the guards took the people to stone pits in the wilderness.

After artificial excavation, the stone pits have stone walls on three sides, and an entrance on one side.

The guards stripped the scavengers' clothes, chopped them like chopping winter melon, chopped them a few times vertically and horizontally, and then hung them on the highest part of the stone wall like farmers hanging bacon, the bloody smell slowly drifting away with the wind, attracting nearby mutated beasts.

The guards and the people in the camp call this behavior hunting.