Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Outside the camp, the snow had not yet melted.

There were many footprints on the ground.

These were left by scavengers who, driven by hunger, had come out to find food and hunt.

Tang Wen arrived at the frozen stream, shattered the ice with a rock, and using the iron tongs for charcoal, began to pick up pebbles of all sizes from the frigid water.

The stones were not large; he gathered about a hundred or so, each the size of an egg.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

He started with a triple shot. The first stone struck the tree bark, the second followed closely, hitting the first pebble, and the third immediately crashed into the first two.

With a bang, they slammed into the hard tree trunk.

Tang Wen went forward to inspect and found that the three stones had penetrated the trunk more than half a foot.

This was a tree; what if it were someone wearing iron armor?

He took out a string of iron armor plates from his basket, wrapped them around the tree, and tied them securely.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The pebbles, aligned in a straight line, struck the iron armor, producing a metallic clang.

He went forward to check and saw that the armor was severely twisted and deformed, with the middle part damaged, and the pebbles embedded a few centimeters into the tree.

He pulled the armor from the tree, and the stone powder cascaded down.

"Even someone wearing iron armor would probably die from these three hits."

Aligning them in a straight line was easy.

Next was the spiral force.

At the moment of throwing, he twisted his wrist, and the pebble shot out, hitting the tree.

Sizzle!

The pebble drilled into the tree trunk, making a sizzling sound like a red-hot branding iron on flesh.

Tang Wen approached and saw that the wood emitted a burnt smell, and the pebble had drilled a hole about five centimeters deep!

The panel flickered.

[Flying Stone, Proficient → Expert (1/6000)]

Many throwing techniques and skills flooded Tang Wen's mind.

After absorbing them all, he picked up a thin stone, perfect for skipping.

With a swoosh, he threw it.

Whoosh!

The sound of rushing wind roared.

"Sonic boom?"

It was actually that fast?

Bang!

A tree as thick as a bowl was snapped in half, and the stone continued its momentum, flying a hundred meters before hitting a large rock, bursting into a series of sparks.

"It shattered," Tang Wen said, his eyes filled with excitement. If this hit someone...

Well, even if it hit a martial apprentice or martial artist wearing armor.

The destructive power would be terrifying.

However, hitting a martial apprentice might be easy, but hitting a martial artist would require even greater speed.

Tang Wen felt a little excited because this proved that as long as the skill level was high enough.

Even the ability to throw stones could kill experts and masters!

Bang, bang, bang!

He continuously picked up pebbles to experiment, the explosive sounds of impact echoing repeatedly.

Nearby beasts fled in all directions.

The excitement of the skill upgrade passed, and Tang Wen came to the stream to observe the footprints of animals.

Now, his strength far surpassed what it used to be, even wandering outside the camp at night, uh, never mind.

He focused on a donkey hoof print on the ground and tracked it, finding a wild donkey after a while.

The wild donkey glanced at him and ran away frantically.

Swoosh!

The donkey lost its footing and tumbled to the ground.

In the evening, Tang Wen led a donkey with a limp back home.

Tang Tang was excited and conflicted: "I heard donkey meat is delicious. But, it's starting to warm up, and you usually eat in the cafeteria. We won't be able to finish that much."

Tang Wen nodded, he had considered this problem: "Donkey meat is also rare, so it can be used to make rou jia mo (meat sandwiches)."

"Huh? Not bad! Then we have to price it higher."

"For the first three days, we can make it a little cheaper to attract more people to buy."

"Cheaper? No, no!" Tang Tang shook her little head like a rattle drum: "That won't do! You don't understand business."

Tang Wen: ???

For these three days, Tang Tang was not idle. She first went to the carpenter's house and ordered a handcart similar to the ones used to sell roasted sweet potatoes.

After that, she felt that if she was selling things in the inner city, she couldn't make them in the outer city.

Otherwise, pushing a pot of such fragrant meat from the outer city to the inner city every day would inevitably cause trouble.

So, yesterday, she didn't know how she contacted Zhou Bing, who was in training, got the keys to her house, and directly put the place for cooking the meat in Zhou Bing's yard.

This arrangement was quite suitable.

Zhou Bing's yard was only occupied by her, but it had several rooms, including a main room, east room, west room, plus a kitchen, firewood room, and a large yard.

Tang Tang cleaned up the east room, where she could usually rest.

She cooked meat and made bread in the kitchen, and then took them to the entrance of the martial arts gym or the street to sell.

However, the inner city has its own rules, and it's not okay to set up stalls casually.

Tang Wen carried the first batch of rou jia mo made by his sister, a full 30, to the street office of the guard camp.

He showed his hunting team identity card and gave the rou jia mo in his hand to several clerks in the room.

He quickly obtained a flag that an embroiderer had rushed to embroider: the front was a circle with the character "唐" (Tang) inside.

The back had the three characters "肉夹馍" (rou jia mo).

After eating three rou jia mo, the clerk, his mouth full of oil, patted his chest and assured Tang Wen: "Brother Tang, don't worry! This thing was invented and made by your family, we all saw it with our own eyes. Unless you agree, there won't be a second seller in the camp!"

This guarantee was very well-phrased.

Tang Wen smiled knowingly, chatted with this clerk named Zhang Li for a while, and then took his leave.

The next morning, the siblings pushed a brand new wooden cart and appeared in front of the martial arts gym.

The old man guarding the martial arts gym just frowned and was about to speak when Tang Tang handed him three rou jia mo.

Smelling the fragrant meat and looking at the crispy bread with the sauce-red minced meat, he swallowed his saliva, his face a little conflicted.

In principle, the martial arts gym master had instructed that no one was allowed to set up stalls at the entrance.

Tang Tang quickly introduced Tang Wen's identity and, seeing Tang Wen's badge, the old man's expression improved a lot.

But a hunting camp guard was clearly not enough to make the martial arts gym break the rules.

So, Tang Tang added: "I'm currently living in Zhou Bing's house, but I don't want to live there for free. I'm just thinking of selling some food to supplement our household."

The old man recalled for a while and smiled: "Little girl, are you talking about Zhou Bing, the captain of the first hunting team? That's easy to handle! You wait."

After receiving a positive answer, he walked into the martial arts gym and, a few minutes later, came out with a bald, burly man.

Seeing Tang Wen's appearance, the strong man immediately understood that the person behind him should be General Zhou's niece, Zhou Bing.

He was there at the scene for the selection of hunting guards that day.

He witnessed Tang Wen taking first place and saw him leave with Zhou Bing at the end.

So, there was no questioning it.

The bald, burly man stepped forward, and the gatekeeper followed to introduce: "This is our Curator Wu."

"Tang Wen, right?"

"Hello, Curator Wu."

"Yeah, the meat smells good, but don't set up a stall on the road. Go there." The bald man turned back and pointed, and Tang Wen looked at the relatively wide eaves of the martial arts gym.

It was a place that could provide shelter from the wind and rain.

"Thank you, Curator Wu."

"You're welcome! Give me two to try?"

"Okay!"

In the early morning, martial arts students came one after another.

Seeing Tang Wen's siblings' cart at the entrance, they couldn't help but be attracted by the aroma of the meat.

Someone went over to ask the price.

"4 copper coins for 1, 10 copper coins for 3!" Tang Tang smiled slightly.

This pricing was not cheap. 4 copper coins could buy 4 pounds of white flour. If you bought millet, you could get two more pounds.

But the martial arts students from the inner city didn't even blink: "Give me 3 to try."

Rou jia mo were only palm-sized; one was not enough to eat.

Three rou jia mo wrapped in double-layered yellow paper were handed over.

The martial arts student took them in his hand, um, was the yellow paper damaged?

Whatever, hoo, so fragrant!

"Give me three more. Here's the money."

"Okay!"

Martial arts students were big eaters.

Others saw him eating so deliciously and came forward one after another.

No one bought just one; the minimum was three. If the girls couldn't finish them, they would buy three and share them with their friends.

Tang Wen stayed with his sister until noon.

Except for the dog guarding the martial arts gym, all the martial arts gym apprentices knew that the girl selling rou jia mo was the sister of Tang Wen, the number one recruit.

Seeing that Tang Tang was getting better and better at it, Tang Wen left with peace of mind and came to the guard camp.

Quartermaster's Office.

Tang Wen found the quartermaster: "I want to sign up to comprehend the Mountain-Splitting Cannon Fist Visualization Chart once."

The quartermaster looked up at him, took out a notebook, and flipped through it: "The earliest will be in seven days."

"No problem."

"Then register."

"Okay!"

"Oh, you're Tang Wen. Not bad. Prepare to come back on the eighth day. You have to stay for 12 hours."

"Thank you for the reminder, sir."

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