A few days later, in the afternoon.
"The poem says, virtue? Like hair. Like hair. Carried by the heavens, soundless and odorless. Finally... "
Then, he carefully closed the Law of Dao's Doctrine of the Mean that he had borrowed from the Hall of Dao, and began to attempt to recite the words ….
"Rumble!" The sound of his stomach reminded him that it was time to eat.
"Zhengzhi, come and eat, it's your birthday today!" Qin Xuelian's voice came from the room.
"Birthday? Okay! " Fang Zhengzhi naturally didn't know when his birthday was, but since Qin Xuelian said so, it should be today. He immediately left the room.
After today, he would be seven years old? Fang Zhengzhi felt like time was flowing like water.
During this period of time, he didn't know if it was because his body was developing or something else, but he could clearly feel that his appetite was increasing rapidly.
Birthday... would there be good food?
A piece of meat, a table of vegetables, two eggs, this was Fang Zhengzhi's sumptuous birthday feast.
Fang Zhengzhi's appetite was immediately aroused, and he felt somewhat comforted. Even though this was a very common dish for many people, but what if he had vegetables and minced meat for every meal in the past?
Looks like the gold ingot he gave her had some use...
But, my dear mother, that's an ingot of gold! Can we be more generous? Get more meat, don't leave it for your future wife!
Even though he wanted to say these words, but unfortunately, due to certain reasons, he shouldn't have known about the existence of a gold ingot in his house. As such, he couldn't say it.
Furthermore, he knew very well that even if he really said it, with Qin Xuelian's personality, she would still leave the gold ingot. Suffering herself, but leaving all the money for the next generation, this was the selflessness of the ancient people towards their children.
"Zhengzhi, eat the meat, I made this especially for you!" Qin Xuelian placed a piece of stewed meat into Fang Zhengzhi's bowl.
"Mum, eat!" Fang Zhengzhi said humbly.
"Eat it, eat it, today is your birthday, your mum cooked it for a long time!" Fang Houde urged.
Fang Zhengzhi didn't refuse, because he knew that Qin Xuelian definitely wouldn't eat it. Suddenly, he felt a little emotional. He was already seven years old.
After finishing his meal, Fang Zhengzhi took a stroll in the courtyard before returning to the house.
Just when he was about to read the book again, Qin Xuelian's voice came from the inner room.
"Zheng 'er has reached the age of growth, his appetite is getting bigger and bigger!"
"That's true. But the main force of the village's hunting teams are all studying in the Hall of Dao. Now, the hunting teams in the village don't even dare to go deep into the forest. The prey at the foot of the mountain is really too little. A village with a hundred families, it's not enough …" Fang Houde also sighed.
"So what if he hunted a lot of prey? We should let those families studying in the Hall of Dao pick first. Take the Li Family for example. In the past, they hunted a lot, so they got a lot. But now, they have to rely on the village to support them. Furthermore, every time the game is split, the Village Chief and his family get the most! "Qin Xuelian was a little unconvinced.
"There's hope. After all, the Li Family is the Southern Mountain Village's most likely to enter the First-Class Roll of the Prefecture Law of Dao examinations. Previously, even the Divine Constabulary's General Li praised Li Zhuang's strength …"
As the two of them spoke, a wave of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Fang Zhengzhi opened the window of his house and looked outside. He saw the Village Chief and a few villagers standing in the courtyard.
"Houde!"
"Village Chief, what's the matter?" Fang Houde heard the voices outside and instantly walked into the courtyard.
"Old man, I have something to discuss with you!" The Village Chief took a puff of his pipe and looked at Fang Houde meaningfully.
"Village Chief, please speak." Fang Houde didn't allow for any disagreement.
"Look at the past two months, a few of the village's labourers have entered the Hall of Dao to study. Furthermore, there are two teachers from the Hall of Dao. These people are the future of the Southern Mountain Village, but now they need the Southern Mountain Village to provide for them. We can't let the teachers starve right?" The Village Chief hesitated.
"I understand, I'm willing to go." Fang Houde understood what the Village Chief meant.
"Mm, as long as you're willing. Even though you lost an arm, you were once an expert in the hunting squad. You have experience. You're familiar with the Cang Ling Mountain, you know which places you can't go. I'm very assured! There are a few new members in the hunting squad. Bring them along and make a trip into the mountain tomorrow. The village's young and old are counting on you! "
"Rest assured Village Chief!" Fang Houde nodded.
The Village Chief took another puff of his pipe and patted Fang Houde's shoulder. Very quickly, he brought a few villagers and headed in another direction.
…
Enter the mountain? Hunting?
Fang Zhengzhi had always known that the Southern Mountain Village was supported by the hunting squad. However, he had never seen it for himself. After all, he had heard that the mountain world was too dangerous.
Even the Southern Mountain Village hunting squad only dared to hunt at the foot of the Cang Ling Mountain. They didn't dare to venture any deeper into the forest …
Just as he was thinking, he heard soft sobbing coming from inside the house.
"Enter the mountain?! This isn't a joke! It's too dangerous, you can't go! "Qin Xuelian sounded like she was about to cry.
"This … this can't be helped. There are only so many people in the village, young and old … if everyone doesn't enter the mountain, won't they all starve to death? Only by entering the mountain and hunting can we have meat to eat and fur to sell in the county market. Only then can we have rations … "Fang Houde comforted her softly.
"There are so many people in the village, why do you have to go? Didn't you lose your arm for the village? Now, they are supporting the people in the Hall of Dao, yet they are forcing you to enter the mountain? With a broken arm, how are you going to hunt? You can't even draw a bow! Furthermore, don't we have gold now … "
"Shh! That gold is for Zhengzhi's future wife, we can't spend it recklessly! Even though I can't draw a bow, but I can hold a spear. Furthermore, the village chief is right, I am more familiar with the Cang Ling Mountain. My main role is to command. Other things aside, hunting small animals is not a problem! "
"You … you only have the village in your heart, I won't let you … sigh … the spear at home is a little rusty, I … I'll go prepare it for you now …" Halfway through her sentence, Qin Xuelian looked at Fang Houde's expression and finally sighed. She turned and walked towards the storage room filled with metal tools.
The voices in the house disappeared. Fang Houde also began to prepare the tools for hunting in the mountain …
Fang Zhengzhi gazed at the green grass in the courtyard and sighed. For the first time, a trace of worry appeared on his face. The main source of income for the entire village depended on the hunting squad.
Even though the Hall of Dao was an honour, and also the hope of the village, but before that hope came, it was also a burden. The Southern Mountain Village was already poor, and after sending most of its workforce to study in the Hall of Dao, the pressure naturally became even greater.
Hunting? He didn't know when he would have the right to go up the mountain to take a look …
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