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

The wind was cold and biting.

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

After a night of accumulation, it was already above the calf.

Shen Qing was wrapped in a tattered "犊" clothes, carrying a bow on his back, walking in the snow, his feet creaking.

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

The cold wind made them stiff, and he shivered with cold.

"I hope I can get something today, and I pray to God for a meal. If this goes on, I really can't survive."

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

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

Based on his experience, this should be a fawn.

Yo, Yo...

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

In stock!

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

He bent his body and approached cautiously.

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

Suddenly, the deer seemed to have noticed something and looked up.

Shen Qing thought to himself that it was bad.

Deer are timid and suspicious, with a keen sense of smell. They are afraid of smelling "human smell" and will run away at the slightest movement.

Shen Qing rushed out and shot an arrow hastily.

Whoosh!

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

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

I missed again.

Shen Qing's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

"It's bad, my arrow!"

Shen Qing rushed to the snow and fumbled.

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

Time passed by little by little, Shen Qing touched the place where the arrow fell in his memory, but found nothing.

The last arrow, gone!

...

At the foot of the mountain.

A village that makes a living by hunting is located in it.

There are more than 30 households in the village, all of which are adobe huts.

Among all these huts, there is a dilapidated adobe house, which is particularly conspicuous in the wind and snow.

The wall is made of a mixture of mud and straw, and the color is dark yellow and slightly mottled.

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

Shen Qing is familiar with the road, walked to the door of the adobe house, pushed hard, and walked in.

"Sister, I'm back."

The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, with a worn-out wooden table, a few chairs with missing arms and legs, and a wooden board that can barely be called a bed, which are all the furniture.

Shen Qing closed the door with his backhand, took off his hat, and hung the bow on his back 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 to this world, Shen Qing has been dependent on her.

Shen Qing said, "It was a bit unlucky today. The arrow was lost on the road, which delayed me a little."

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

The light outside the door slit hit her face, revealing a pretty face.

However, she had been outside for many years, and her skin was a little dark and rough, covering up her original beauty.

"It's okay, as long as you are fine. If you have any mishap, I won't be able to explain to my dead parents."

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

While saying this, Shen Fang subconsciously gathered her sleeves to cover the bruises on her wrists.

Shen Qing looked up and said, "Chen Yuan?"

His brows couldn't help but frown.

Chen Yuan's family has three brothers. Their father is the leader of this village. He is very prestigious and has some connections with the city.

The three brothers rely on their father and are used to being arrogant. Many people in the village are afraid of or flatter their family.

It's not easy to get along with them.

"What are you doing here?"

"They said that if someone like me in the county is a maid in a wealthy family, I can be worth five or six taels of silver. They asked me if I was willing to do it. 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? 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" rely on mountains for food and have no land.

Women here can't help much except taking care of some housework.

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

"No more." Shen Fang stammered, "Now there are only some bran cakes left."

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

"Okay."

Shen Fang stood up, took out two bran cakes from the broken jar, put them in Shen Qing's hand and said, "Qingzi, don't worry too much. Anyway, I'm at home 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 on it, like a piece of loess eroded by time.

Heavy.

It looks no different from other cakes.

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

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

Every bite is accompanied by a rustling sound, as if chewing sand.

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

If there is any taste, it is a light, slightly bitter grassy taste. It 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 a family like Shen Qing, as long as it can fill their stomachs, it doesn’t matter whether it tastes good or not.

Shen Qing let out a long breath and swallowed it with snow water.

Although the bran cake is unpalatable, when his stomach is filled, Shen Qing still feels unprecedented comfort.

His tired body gradually warms up, and his face has a bit more vitality.

At this time, looking at the bare earthen 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 business, called Hongshan Village, with about 30 households, belonging to Taiping County.

Taiping County is backed by mountains in the north and connected to the lake in the south, and tens of thousands of households make a living here.

There are four markets in the southeast, northwest and north of the county, and four major owners.

The mountain drivers in their Hongshan Village and other tenants, fishermen, and woodcutters all rely on the four major owners for a living.

However, the four major owners in the county are not good people.

Each of them is a ruthless character who will plunder the feathers of the passing geese, regardless of your life or death.

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

If you are unfortunate enough to encounter a natural disaster or a demon, then the end is the destruction of the 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 sight.

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

[Skill: Archery (beginner)]

[Progress: 98/100 points]

[Status: cannot be improved]

[Note: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman should strive for self-improvement! Continuous practice can break through the progress of skills. ]

The new book is launched, and I hope that all brothers and sisters will support and read it.