Hu Feng found a booklet hanging at the door. It was a booklet for newspaper production.
The newspaper was printed on one side and the other side was for people to write on.
There was a red and blue pencil tied to the booklet and both sides were sharpened.
"September 27th, enter the mountains, arrive here at noon, no big game on the way, add two bundles of firewood, five pounds of salt, six people, eight dogs, to the sixth area, Guan Pei."
Hu Feng forced himself to read it out and smiled, "Old Guan did not learn well, use pinyin to replace 30% of the words."
He then picked up the pen and wrote, "October 1st, heavy snow, enter the mountains, arrive at night, no big game on the way, add six bundles of firewood.
Add five pounds of coarse salt, one pound of refined salt, fifty pounds of cooked rice, forty black bread, ready to send to the ninth area, seven people, Hu Feng. "
He read it twice and was satisfied, so he did not use pinyin to replace it.
He hung it up again with a smile on his face, "Li Dongzhu is a benefactor to the world!"
He did not know how to write in the past, so he used markings to inform his peers.
Hu Feng's markings were a kind of identity, the most powerful in the capital.
His identity was useful and useless. Some words could not be understood, so everyone needed to communicate.
Whether there was danger, who found what, if the person did not return, where would they find it? Even if the person died, the corpse should be brought back.
When newspapers appeared and pinyin was introduced, everyone began to learn.
They bought newspapers and pens and placed them in the huts. People who came later would know the situation at a glance.
The markings were a tradition, so they were left behind.
If Guan Pei wrote, "Found a big tiger, one, afraid of hurting people, tracking, looking for opportunity to kill."
Hu Feng would have to chase after it immediately after eating. The six of them wanted to set a trap for the tiger, so it was dangerous.
The seven of them brought thirteen dogs to meet up and think of a way to kill the tiger.
Besides, words had other uses. Why was Hu Feng so famous?
Because as long as Hu Feng's markings were left behind, the items inside would increase.
Usually, it was dried game or smoked meat jerky.
After a long time, everyone understood that Hu Feng was good at hunting and was a capable person.
After asking around, they found out that Hu Feng had a house in Chang 'an and sold bears.
This showed that he was experienced and had strong fighting skills.
When others asked who was good, the answer was: Hu Feng.
It was not easy to build up this reputation. With the booklet, everyone knew who took what.
In this way, more hunters would prepare more things and deliver them to one hut after another.
For example, the newbies could only go to the nearest huts. They frequently came and went, bringing a lot of food and salt. Everyone knew that these newbies were not bad.
He would teach the newbie more experience when he encountered them, and at the same time, he would help the newbie send the items in the hut further away. It didn't say who provided it.
The words were written down, just like the account book.
"Master, I feel that the mountain is not that dangerous." Hu Xiaoguang also knew how to read and write, and he was even more familiar with it than Hu Feng.
Hu Feng raised him as his own son and sent him to school to study. He even received an award from his teacher.
"The dead hunters all had the same idea as you."
Hu Feng glared at his disciple. Do you think the mountain is safe just because of this book?
When the water was boiling, each of them filled a bowl and put a compressed biscuit in.
After a while, the compressed biscuits turned into porridge, and everyone started eating in small bites.
"Take turns to keep watch at night. Tomorrow morning, eat some compressed biscuits and go straight to the ninth location. Leave a set of medical alcohol, cotton, and disinfectant needles and thread …"
While eating, Hu Feng arranged things. Although his disciples were all famous now, he was still worried about them.
His disciples listened and carried out his orders seriously like before.
The night was uneventful. In the morning, there were still some compressed biscuits.
The dog also ate the soaked dog food and followed its master in high spirits.
The ninth location was relatively far away. There were large wild beasts, so they needed to set a trap and find a suitable opportunity.
Snow was an opportunity. There would be traces of wild beasts on the snow.
For example, the squirrel not only left traces, but also stood on a branch and looked at the group of people and dogs.
The hound also saw the squirrel and ignored it.
"Bring some food back for Li Dongzhu, Master."
When Hu Xiaoguang saw the squirrel, the first thing he thought of was to find the squirrel's house and take his things.
"What did I teach you?" Hu Feng was unhappy.
Hu Xiaoguang pursed his lips. "Unless there's really nothing to eat, don't steal squirrels' things. Where there are more squirrels, there are fewer raccoons and bobcats. "
"Li Dongzhu won't want these things. We went up the mountain on a snowy day and brought back the squirrels' favorite food. Do you think Li Dongzhu can't tell?"
Hu Feng emphasized again. First, the squirrels could help determine the situation in the area.
Second, Li Yi treated the squirrels better. Someone caught them and sent them to him, but they were all released.
Then, a portion of the squirrels stayed behind in the Imperial Plantation, Li Family Zhuangzi, and Zhang Family Village.
From time to time, someone would feed the squirrels. The squirrels became unafraid of people.
The farmer would put the food in the palm of his hand. The squirrels would climb up the farmer's leg and stand on the farmer's palm to eat the food.
The farmer held something in his other hand and handed it over. The squirrels grabbed it with their front paws and continued eating.
After eating, they would look at the farmer as if asking, "Is there more?"
"Got it, Master. Li Dongzhu likes small animals." Hu Xiaoguang expressed his understanding.
Everyone rushed all the way. When it was almost dark, they finally arrived at the ninth area.
The ninth area was the number of the hunter's hut. There was no such number in the past. When it was newly built, Hu Feng suggested it, and the other hunters followed.
Everyone would also organize the situation around each area for others to understand and add.
They didn't know how great what they were doing was because they were also recording plants.
Herbs, poisonous snakes, edible fruits, and so on.
In the past, they passed on the information by word of mouth. When they met familiar people, they would talk about it.
Now, they were recording. As long as the booklet was organized, it would be information about the distribution of plants and animals around the capital.
"Master, there are people. Why are they outside? They seem to be playing with a net. "
Guan Linfang looked through the binoculars and reported the situation.
Hu Feng also picked up the binoculars and looked. He recognized them.
"Let's go and see if they need help. Maybe the wild beasts were locked in the hut by them. The people of Tong Village in Qinling Mountain are not hunters. Why are they here? "
Hu Feng knew one of the villagers. He had been there when he was hunting. It was four years ago.
Not to mention humans, he could even recognize a wolf if he encountered one.
Everyone ran over. The five people didn't bring their dogs. The net was very irregular.
"Old Tong, what's the situation?" Hu Feng picked up the crossbow and pointed it at the door.
"Parrots, a large group of parrots. We went up the mountain to catch wild boars, but got lost. We came here to rest and then went out.
Little Mutou forgot to lock the door. When we were on the road, he said, "We came back to lock the door.
Then we saw a large group of parrots go in. If we catch them, we can sell them for money. Old Hu, help us. "
Tong Village also knew Hu Feng and asked for help.
"The big net used to catch wild boars wants to catch parrots?" Hu Feng was speechless. The parrots would drill out of the net and run away.
"Fold it, stagger the position, two layers, okay?" Tong Village didn't know how to catch them, so he could only adjust temporarily.
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