Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Clang, clang, clang!

The hammer struck the red-hot iron, sending sparks flying.

"Who are you delivering firewood for?" the blacksmith asked, seeing a black-faced boy carrying a basket of firewood.

Some people in the camp earned food by chopping and delivering firewood.

"Um, I'm not. I'm here to deliver meat and want to trade for something."

"Meat?" The blacksmith looked suspicious. How could a young boy like you get meat?

Tang Wen put down the basket, took out the firewood first, and then took out a chicken.

"A wild chicken?"

The blacksmith looked closely. "A whole wild chicken, not bad. The heart, liver, and brain are all there, perfect for nourishing my woman. What do you want?"

"A kitchen knife, a few daggers, and scissors."

"That's too much. I can only give you the kitchen knife and scissors."

"I'll give you the firewood too."

"That's not worth much," the big man said, putting down his hammer.

Tang Wen took out three red-billed birds from his pocket. "Add these, and give me three daggers."

"Red-billed birds?" The big man looked at Tang Wen in surprise, thought for a moment, and said, "My daggers are made of refined steel. I can only give you one."

Although Tang Wen was tempted, he withdrew his hand, pretending not to trade.

The blacksmith quickly added, "I'll give you some needles and thread too."

After a few seconds of stalemate, Tang Wen agreed.

The blacksmith didn't lie. The dagger he gave was more than 20 centimeters long.

It was double-edged, with a cold glint on the tip. It had no curve; it was a straight knife. Tang Wen held it in his hand, tested its sharpness on a piece of wood, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You can bring meat over next time if you have it."

Tang Wen looked at him seriously. "Do you have millet?"

"I have potatoes and sweet potatoes."

"What's your name, brother?"

"Li Daniu."

"My name is Tang Wen."

"Little Tang, you can really bring me birds. Just like today. I'll give you potatoes and sweet potatoes. My woman had a baby, and the baby needs to eat meat to grow strong."

"Okay!"

In a camp with more men than women, a man who cares so much for his wife and children should be reliable.

Few people in the camp hunted. Most people relied on catching fish in the swamp, digging up grass roots, finding wild vegetables, and turning over insects outside the camp to barely survive the winter.

When spring came, they could work in the fields.

Working in the fields, the camp provided one meal, and when the millet was harvested, they could also get a share of the grain.

If they wanted more, they could slowly save up a set of farm tools and apply to reclaim new land.

The camp gave them seeds, and the grain grown on the new land was divided between them and the camp at a ratio of three to seven.

The guards often hunted mutated beasts, but they only sent the prey to the city.

……

In the small house, the dagger was stuck in the hanging wooden stake.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

At a very close distance, every knife hit the mark.

After many successful attempts, the experience panel appeared:

[Skill: Throwing Knife, Beginner (1/500)]

Tang Wen's soul was that of a Chinese person.

He had all the characteristics of a Chinese person: a love of anxiety, a lack of security, and a congenital fear of insufficient firepower, etc.

On the way back, he thought that the wild chicken that ran out in the forest today was just good luck.

But what about next time?

What if it's a wild wolf or a mutated beast that runs out?

He couldn't outrun them, and fighting them was a 30/70 chance.

Three minutes, and the mutated wolf would be 70% full.

Therefore, practicing more lethal skills was urgent.

After thinking about it, he chose throwing knives.

From then on, Tang Wen had to practice throwing knives in addition to practicing the Eight Section Brocade.

This would have been impossible before the Eight Section Brocade was upgraded.

At that time, his physique and energy were too weak. Even if he could eat enough, he didn't have the energy to practice two skills continuously.

In the "swoosh, swoosh" sound, Tang Tang hummed an unknown song, sewing and mending his clothes with needle and thread.

Swoosh.

The hundredth hit.

[Skill: Throwing Knife, Beginner (100/500)]

Practicing with a motionless wooden stake was too inefficient. Each success only gave a little experience.

At night, the north wind howled, and the temperature dropped.

Tang Wen and his sister were woken up by the cold at night and had to light the earthen stove to keep warm, barely sleeping until dawn.

In the morning, more people than usual walked out of the camp carrying bamboo baskets and holding firewood knives.

Tang Wen also carried a basket, mixed in with the crowd, moved away from the firewood-chopping crowd, and walked into the depths of the forest to find a suitable open space to sprinkle millet.

He hid to practice throwing knives.

When the red-billed birds came, Tang Wen put away the dagger.

It was unknown whether it was because of the cold weather or something else, but only this kind of bird was in the wild forest. In the past half month, Tang Wen had hardly seen any other birds.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Four red-billed birds were hit one after another, falling to the ground with a flutter.

Tang Wen went over to pick them up and carefully checked the millet grains on the ground.

Well, this time he acted in time. They hadn't eaten much yet, so there was no need to add more for the time being.

At noon, he didn't go back. He took out the millet dumplings his sister had made to fill his stomach and continued hunting.

It was getting colder, and the days were getting shorter. He hadn't bought bedding for his home yet, so he had to hunt more birds.

With the throwing stone skill at the expert level, the hit rate was very high. When three or five birds flew over, often not one could escape.

In the afternoon, he finished work early as usual.

He carried a basket of firewood he had picked up, disguised as a firewood gatherer. Although there were many people on the road, he looked the same as everyone else, and no one paid special attention to him.

Today's harvest was quite abundant, a full 15 red-billed birds.

At the same time, practicing throwing knives in the forest had increased his experience a lot: [Throwing Knife: Beginner (207/500)]

Back at the camp, he ran to several rice shops, first exchanging for 10 pounds of millet, and then took 10 pounds of millet from home to exchange for two sets of new hemp clothes and two thick hemp blankets at the grocery store.

The hemp blankets were sewn from multiple layers of hemp cloth, with thick dried grass and cotton wadding stuffed between the layers. As long as there were materials and someone was willing to put in the effort, a woman could sew a blanket in two days. The cost was nothing more than spending some effort and thread.

When he took the hemp blankets home, Tang Tang pouted, looking very unwilling, and muttered in a low voice: What kind of broken things are these? The blankets will get moldy when it rains next year. And you want me to use ten pounds of rice for them...

But she slept soundly that night.

Every day, Tang Wen sprinkled millet in the depths of the forest, like a fisherman pre-baiting.

The red-billed birds seemed to know there was food here and flew over one after another.

For several days in a row, Tang Wen's harvest was more than 20 birds.

He and Tang Tang ate a roasted red-billed bird three times a day, and the rest were exchanged for grain and necessities.

The hard days were still peaceful.

There was too much millet exchanged, and the rice jar at home was not enough. The indoor space was small, and there was no room for a large vat, so Tang Wen exchanged for several covered buckets from the carpenter to store the millet.

One day in late October, Tang Wen was carrying a wild rabbit and a full load of firewood, walking back to the camp.

"Stop! Give me the firewood!"

Tang Wen's body instantly arched, looking at the person who jumped out from behind the tree.

This person was thinly and raggedly dressed, sallow and emaciated, with protruding eyes, holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand, poking and poking in Tang Wen's direction, threatening him.

He was a scavenger from outside the camp. People in the camp weren't that miserable.

Tang Wen lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the cold glint of the dagger at his waist.

It would be best if he could subdue the enemy without fighting!

The scavenger was very excited: "Give me the knife, too."

Tang Wen:……

Swoosh.

His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, directly flung out a throwing stone!

"Ah!"

The scavenger covered his nose, retreating repeatedly, and slammed his back against a tree with a bang.

[Skill: Throwing Stone, Expert (899→932/3000)]

Tang Wen raised his eyebrows. So much experience?

Injury and pain were commonplace for scavengers.

Having his nose broken instead aroused his ferocity.

The scavenger straightened up, gripped the pointed stick, and charged straight over.