Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

In the silent woods, bare trees stood everywhere.

Several red-billed birds pecked at the ground.

Tang Wen quietly approached, hiding behind a large tree not far away.

He bent down, his arm gently drawing back, then suddenly swung his hand, as if skipping a stone!

Whoosh!

A cry of agony.

A red-billed bird, about the size of a fist, fluttered its wings and rolled on the ground.

Hit!

Forgetting his excitement, Tang Wen immediately ran over and grabbed the still-twitching red-billed bird.

The little thing had sharp teeth and a pointed beak, its struggles and twitches making his palm sting, until its head was twisted off, and it completely lost its vitality.

Meat!

Tang Wen swallowed his saliva and stuffed the red-billed bird into the cloth bag at his waist. Then he took out another stone from his waist.

"Chirp, chirp."

Seeing the remaining red-billed birds fly to a tree within reach.

They chirped, standing on the branches, flapping their wings at Tang Wen.

Tang Wen smiled; the harsh environment had taught these birds to conserve their energy.

This made things a lot easier.

Whoosh!

Thwack!

The stone hit the branch; a miss.

The red-billed birds were startled again, taking to the air and flying away.

Tang Wen sighed.

Chasing them was out of the question, a waste of energy.

The experience panel changed:

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (0→17/1000)]

17 experience points?

Hitting living things is different!

He was a little excited and cautiously continued to explore the forest.

There were fewer red-billed birds in the forest; there were more red-billed birds eating grass seeds on the black grass outside.

But there were also many people there, people from the camp, and scavengers.

Tang Wen preferred to stay in the forest and look slowly, rather than expose his stone-throwing skills.

Squeak, squeak, his feet stepped on thick, withered branches and leaves, and his mouth and nose were filled with the腥 stench of dirt.

"Chirp"

After walking for a while, a familiar cry drifted in the wind.

He stopped and quietly identified the direction, heading towards the front right.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp"

Four or five red-billed birds were calling from the branches.

For the first time, Tang Wen felt that their red beaks were so bright and beautiful, and their chirping was so melodious.

Seven Mile Fragrance is nothing more than this!

Whoosh!

The stone interrupted the bird's call, and a more pleasing scream came.

The experience panel flashed.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (17→33/1000)]

Thud.

The red-billed bird that was killed by the stone fell, but Tang Wen did not pick it up immediately.

He stared at the other red-billed birds that flew away; they scattered and soon landed on different trees.

The distance was not far, and they were scattered.

Tang Wen smiled, picked up the dead bird on the ground, and walked towards the next tree.

Even if these red-billed birds did not make a sound, their bright red beaks were more conspicuous in this枯寂 black-brown forest than the sparse hair on his previous company boss's head.

Whoosh, thud.

A red-billed bird fluttered and fell, quickly losing its movement.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (33→51/1000)]

This did not startle the other birds in the trees.

Bending down to pick it up, Tang Wen took out a new stone and quietly approached another tree.

Whoosh, thwack!

The stone hit the branch, and a crisp sound came.

"Damn it!"

Before Tang Wen's annoyed voice could fall, the nearby red-billed birds flew away.

He took the stone, aimed, and threw it into the air.

As expected, he missed.

In the jungle, the sky darkened faster.

He could not help but speed up his search...

Half an hour later, the sun had completely set.

Tang Wen quickly hurried towards the camp; there were no street lights here, and the night was definitely synonymous with danger.

Along the way, many people returned as quickly as he did, and several people with sticks squatted by the roadside, staring at everyone.

Several pairs of thieving eyes searched up and down everyone's body.

Tang Wen's waist was bulging, naturally attracting their attention.

Fortunately, Tang Wen also noticed these people's ill intentions.

What kind of world is this!

He cursed angrily in his heart, but did not speed up his pace, just suddenly staggered, and the heavy cloth bag at his waist made a rustling sound with his movements.

It's a stone!

This unlucky child!

I thought I had dug up something to eat.

The people squatting by the roadside heard the sound and looked at Tang Wen's thin body, and knew that this kid had not eaten a few full meals.

They were immediately classified as easy to bully, but with no oil to squeeze.

No oil, then why bother bullying him?

Seeing them look away, Tang Wen slightly adjusted his pace and walked towards the camp without changing his expression.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he entered the camp.

Safe!

Worth ten pounds of millet flowers.

Passing by the entrance of his shack, he did not stop and went straight to the market.

On the east side of the camp, there were several rows of houses made of piled stones.

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The road here was wide, and people were setting up stalls on the ground.

Most of the stalls were filled with things dug up from who knows where.

Tang Wen walked past, and roughly saw that this was the kind of thing that people who picked up garbage on Earth would not even look at.

After all, this was the outer edge of the camp, and the people who lived here were only slightly stronger than the scavengers outside.

He walked all the way in, until he saw a stone wall, with a large iron fence gate in the middle of the wall, and stone houses like bunkers on both sides of the gate, and then he stopped.

From his memory, Tang Wen knew that the inside of the iron gate was called - the city.

In the mouths of people on the outer edge of the camp, the city was a place where you could eat your fill of millet rice every day.

Everyone wanted to live in it, but they were not qualified.

Li Ge, who collected rent in the camp, said that you can't live in the city just by paying a few more pounds of grain!

Tang Wen looked into the iron gate for a while, curious.

The original owner came with his parents as refugees and lived in the camp for several years, but he didn't seem to know anyone in the city.

The solid stone wall in front of him made Tang Wen couldn't help but guess: these large stone strips must weigh hundreds or thousands of pounds, and such a neat city wall, can it really be done by manpower?

Just with these people who can't even eat their fill like himself?

Or, does the city still retain some civilized products?

Goo, goo, goo...

His stomach growled.

Tang Wen smiled self-deprecatingly: I'm a person who can't even eat enough, why worry about this.

He turned his head to look at his right hand, where the stone house hung a triangular flag with a - "Rice" character embroidered on it.

Rice shop.

It is said that it was opened by a big man in the inner city.

"Get out of here empty-handed!"

Tang Wen had just stepped into the door and walked two steps when he heard an impatient voice in his ear.

A person appeared at the corner of the door, wearing leather armor all over his body, a leather hat on his head, and holding a cocked crossbow in his hand.

The steel arrow was shining with cold light.

"Yes, yes, there are red-billed birds."

Tang Wen hurriedly took out a dead bird from the cloth bag containing stones.

"Go in."

"Okay, okay."

Turning the corner, a several-meter-long table was lying there, with a scale on it.

The yard was filled with black pottery rice vats, each of which was more than half a person tall and as thick as two people could hug. Roughly counting, there were as many as twenty.

Are they all grain?

Tang Wen, who had been hungry for two days, was breathing rapidly and his eyes were red.

If I had so much, no, even if I only had one vat of grain, I could get through this winter!

"Red-billed birds are also rare, let me see."

Behind the long table, the little old man on the recliner slowly opened the animal skin on his body and stood up.

Tang Wen handed over the red-billed bird in his hand.

"Oh, captured alive? After catching it, you twisted its neck?"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wen raised his thumb: "Boss! You are so accurate! How much millet can you exchange for one bird?"

The little old man smiled slightly, put the bird on the scale and weighed it: less than 2 taels.

That is about 8 or 90 grams.

"After plucking the feathers, there will be only one tael of meat, but fortunately it is quite complete, with heart, liver, brain, and everything. I'll give you three millet for one catty!"

"Uncle, can you give me a little more? I haven't eaten my fill for a long time." Tang Wen smiled ingratiatingly. He had also heard of the ratio of meat to millet, which was roughly 1 to 10, 1 catty of meat for 10 catties of rice.

"Are there any more things in the bag?"

"Yes, there are two more."

Tang Wen took out two red-billed birds from his arms.

"Wow, you are quite capable!"

"It was a coincidence, a coincidence."

"Hehe, they are all quite complete", the boss looked at Tang Wen: "Seeing that you are about to become a skeleton, then one and a half catties for one bird, if you catch any more birds in the future..."

"I will send them all to you in the future! Thank you, boss! Thank you, uncle!"

"Okay, quite clever." The boss took another look at him.

Scooping rice, weighing...

Tang Wen put the coarse cloth rice bag in his arms, thanked him again, turned around and walked out of the rice shop.