The Khaki Mountains are adjacent to the East River Sea. It is said that the Khaki Mountains form the continental shelf of this area, extending hundreds of miles to the bottom of the East River Sea. However, for Bailu Village, located on the southern foot of the Khaki Mountains, the so-called "accession" is nearly a thousand miles. Because the warm currents of the gentle coastline have never forgotten here, the villagers living here often feel the warm wind with the smell of the ocean and the strong fishy smell. In fact, the ocean smell brought by the air is almost negligible, but it is already very rich for Bailu Village who has never eaten seafood. Moreover, they often smell this smell when hungry.

The eastward current of the ocean current does not have a profound impact on here, because the four seasons here are still very distinct, with the warmth of spring, the scorching summer, the silence of autumn, and the coldness of winter. Every spring, abundant rain always makes the Khaki Mountains green grass, the mountain flowers begin to be petted, and the vast forests are full of vitality, changing the dignity of winter and covered with fresh green. At this time, if you stand on the top of the mountain, the place where you fall will be a beautiful scenery.

Compared with the adjacent villages, Bailu Village is not big, with only more than a hundred families. In addition to the women who married into the village, almost all the surname Liu, and only one family is special. Old man Zhu is an outsider, and it has been ten years since he came to Bailu Village. Everyone knows that he comes from Ruoshui, and I heard that it is a place similar to Bailu Village. He had to escape here because of the continuous wars. Bailu Village never takes in outsiders because their entire village is a pure family, and people with other surnames will disrupt their family's life.

However, when the family meeting was held, the head of Bailu Village revealed a hidden message. These family representatives and the juniors of the head immediately understood the patriarch's intentions and almost voted to agree to Mr. Zhu to stay in the form of tacit consent. The excuse of the patriarch to persuade everyone was his grandson who was still learning to walk. The young life could not bear the displaced life, but they could plant good results after they were left. Everyone knew that Mr. Zhu's skillful hunting skills and extensive knowledge of farming were the main reasons why he stayed.

Although he agreed to stay with Old Man Zhu, he had to build a house at the east end of the village, which was more than 100 meters away from the family of Liu. The house was built by someone of Liu. The simple courtyard looked lonely and desolate like Old Man Zhu's slightly thin body.

Since Old Man Zhu came to Bailu Village, many changes have occurred in Bailu Village. In their simple life, these seem insignificant. Just like the stream at the entrance of the village, who would remember the rise and fall of the tide so clearly? The hunting team of Liu's family obviously added a strong help. I don't know when they were able to catch large prey from time to time. Large beasts like elk need to cross two valleys and go deep into the abdomen of the mountain to see them. There are many beasts such as lions and tigers in the abdomen of the mountain. In recent years, they have only killed some pheasants and hares on the periphery to relieve the famine. With the food of large beasts, they naturally became much more fulfilled, and quietly their stomachs roared from time to time.

What is more obvious is that the land reclaimed by the Bailu villagers on the foothills has finally been harvested, because the land can be irrigated with water all year round, and there is no need to rely on the weather to make a living. When talking about this, villagers will naturally mention Old Man Zhu. If Old Man Zhu had not created a huge and strange-shaped thing like a disk, the water in the stream could not attract the cultivated land on the hillside. The Bailu villagers who did not leave their homes finally knew that the outside world was big and there were many things they didn't know. Many young people wanted to go out and see what the outside world looked like, but the strict tribe rules discouraged them.

The only person here knows the outside world is Old Man Zhu. Old Man Zhu always smiles with a silly smile, looking like an honest farmer, and less rough as a hunter. He always combed his hair tightly and smoothly, and his hair bun is inserted with a wooden hairpin made of red sandalwood everywhere, which looks a bit like a scholarly feeling. His clear-lined face is like bluestone on Khaki Mountain, precipitating the vicissitudes of time, and his transparent eyes are faintly shining. Old Man Zhu is a foreign surname, so he doesn't have to be called uncle by his seniority. Old Man Zhu calls him Old Zhu, while young people call him Old Man Zhu casually or simply ignore the word "father" behind him and call him Old Man Zhu directly. Old Man Zhu doesn't mind, no matter how he calls him, he will always see the harmless smiles of others.

It is spring now, and the hungry Bailu Village people are preparing for intense hunting activities again. Old Man Zhu's courtyard wall has an additional long bow made of green vine wood. Judging from the verdant color of the bow body, it is obviously not long before it is made, and the tight cow tendon strings burst out with powerful force to gather green vine wood into an arc. Green vine wood is rare, and can only be seen on the Jue Ridge of Khaki Mountain. It is not easy to get green vine wood. Not only do you have to climb Jue Ridge, but you have to pass through the country of lions, tigers and beasts. Therefore, hunters in Bailu Village rarely use green vine wood as bows, and they use them.

It is a bow and arrow made of juvenile red sandalwood. The red sandalwood has a delicate grain and a thick texture. The arrows made of it fly stably and have strong penetration. It is an excellent material for making arrows. However, its elasticity is poor. If it is made of a bow, it will not be as good as the green vine. There is an arrow basket placed in the corner of the wall, which contains dozens of new red sandalwood arrows. The arrows are shining black and shining. They are made by blacksmiths in the village. Although they are a bit bulky, they are better than sharp. There is also a hunting fork, and the mottled rust on it emits a faint smell of blood, indicating that countless beasts have been buried under its sharpness.

The sun shines through the windows, which are simple in the furnishings but everything is arranged in an orderly manner, and appear spotless. Old Man Zhu sat alone in the hut, and the sun shone on his slightly wrinkled forehead, showing his calm and steady face. On the rough and simple wooden table, there is a teapot and a teacup. The teacup is already empty, but he still holds the teacup and puts it on his lips as if he is still drinking tea, or is nostalgic about the fragrance of tea.

His eyes moved slowly and steadily in the room. He saw a newly built spider web, and the black spider was still waiting quietly on the spider web. He stood up and suddenly sat down. He sighed, full of helplessness or melancholy, and then his eyes moved away. The crooked scratches on the wall were extremely inconsistent with the neat wall. He remembered that this was secretly carved by Zhu Zhu when she was just three years old when she first learned to write. Perhaps it was for the purpose of leaving memories, so it has been preserved until now. Whenever he saw these scratches, he always showed a happy smile on his face.

Almost every corner flashed in his eyes, and in the process he had deeply imprinted everything he saw in his mind and would never forget it.

Old Man Zhu stood up and placed the pushed open chair in his original position. Then he went out and turned around and gently closed the door, putting the locks that had never been used together for the first time.

There are already many figures at the entrance of the village. Some stand and look at the entrance of the village, looking a little impatient. Some sit on the stones on the side of the road and wait quietly. Everyone feels different every time they go out to hunt. Old hunters are looking forward to killing more prey, while new hunters are worried about what kind of beasts they will encounter.

Obviously, Old Man Zhu's appearance broke the atmosphere here. Those who sat were standing up one after another, and those who were waiting anxiously seemed to see the waiting person, with joy on their faces. Old Man Zhu still had the silly smile, "Everyone has arrived! It seems that they have changed into new guys this time." He looked at the young people's arms, and many people changed into new ones, with novel standards, far more practical than the previous hunting tools. However, most of them were hunting forks and bows, and some were carrying axes. This thing is powerful and is much stronger than hunting forks when encountering powerful beasts in close combat. Not only can they hunt, but they can also open roads across mountains and build bridges across water. Some also have long swords, which are used as axes for close combat. These are all essential things for hunting.

"Old Zhu, your longbow is so special!" A young man immediately discovered the difference between Old Man Zhu. "It's actually from Qingvome!" A surprised voice sounded.

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