See who cheats better

  The next day early in the morning, it was still a time of thick fog and misty mountains, Bai Huan jumped out of bed.

  He pressed down on the bamboo pole, washed his face with the cool well water, and was about to run into the mountains. The reason for this enthusiasm was entirely due to the strange encounter under the large Chinese parasol tree yesterday, which had stimulated him greatly.

  What if I go into the mountains and take a stroll around, what kind of ancient and spiritual good things can I still come across?

  From a psychological perspective, Bai Huan is just blinded by greed, or it can be said that he has a gambler's mentality.

  It's fun to watch a good show and doesn't mind if things get out of hand, taking advantage of benefits without worrying about getting too much.

  Bai Huang has always thought so, from this point of view, he is obviously very ungrateful to his grandmother's teachings. However, he has always had his own ideas - as long as the details are not too particular and the overall situation is not lost, that's enough.

  "Can't stay still just after getting up? Come back, have some breakfast before going out." Grandma came out of the kitchen, carrying a half-new wicker basket with steaming hot yellow corn flour buns piled inside.

  Only talk about eating and drinking, authentic original ecological pollution-free mountain food, don't know how many streets to throw out the city's food. These steaming hot buns, take a bite in your mouth, chewy and crunchy, all are nose-piercing wheat fragrance, instantly making Bai Huan stuck in place unable to move.

  A mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of porridge, the thin gruel mixed with dried dates and sweet potatoes, without adding white sugar, it's a sweet and silky flavor.

  Bai Huan eats with joy, his eyebrows blooming and eyes smiling.

  But soon his good mood was broken...

  The old man and his grandson hadn't finished eating when an unexpected guest came to the door - it was Old Zhang again.

  Yesterday, after returning to his own home, he drank a plate of peanuts and several pieces of smoked fish. The old man poured himself a drink for a long time, feeling that Bai Huan was not bad. Every time he came back to see his grandmother, he didn't forget about this lonely old widower. During school, he even ran a "pocket store" to sell seasonal mountain goods for the villagers, helping many people improve their lives...

  Adding this time's meeting, I don't know why he had such a big change, that skeletal balance, body shape so solid!

  If I could take him as an apprentice, then for the rest of my life, there would be no regrets.

  So early in the morning, the old hunter couldn't help but run to Bai Huan's house, intending to bring up old matters again.

  "Hey, you're up early! Come on, want to go hunting in the mountains?" Every wrinkle on Old Zhang's face was filled with temptation, he dared to guarantee that as long as he mentioned this matter, Bai Huan would definitely not refuse.

  The old trick still works after all.

  But what made him stand still on the spot was that Bai Huan didn't even acknowledge him, and instead went to scoop another bowl of porridge, swallowing it loudly. This guy was a true foodie, his eating was so ferocious that even sharks would feel inferior, but strangely, he didn't make any sound at all.

  "Really not going?" Old Zhang's head was tightly grasping Bai Huan's hem, his eyes full of suspicion.

  If this kid quits his hunting addiction, he'll dare to boast and never again take advantage of his grandma.

  Bai Huan looked at his own hem, with a constipated expression on his face, and shook his head speechlessly before prying open the old man's claws one finger at a time.

  "I'm absolutely not going, and even if I were, I wouldn't go with you."

  "Hey, you're still being polite with me?"

  “……”

  Bai Guang is so shameless himself that he can't stand anyone who is even more shameless than him. This old man is really thick-skinned, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have brought good wine back for him.

  It's said that they went into the mountains to hunt, but actually what for, who still doesn't know?

  Bai Guang felt that taking on an apprentice was not something to be rushed, but considering the old man's daily life of eating, sleeping and practicing martial arts, his eagerness to pursue one-third of his life's true love was also understandable.

  To understand is to return to understanding; without learning is still without learning.

  "Hey!" Seeing the old and young pair at it again, Grandma came out of the kitchen with a steamed bun in hand, looking as if she was scolding but actually doting on him: "What's wrong with accompanying Grandpa Zhang to the mountain? He can't even go by himself."

  Is it inconvenient?

  With a snort of disdain, this old man can chase rabbits by spreading his feet and dare to confront mountain pigs with a shotgun in hand.

  But he just muttered to himself, although Grandma had never shown any interest in Old Zhang, after all, she was a senior, and etiquette still needed attention.

  Besides, he also wanted to try it out for himself after obtaining a large amount of Quiet Light - the natural power from plants - and see if his skill in Quiet Communication had been enhanced.

  ……

  After finishing breakfast, the old man couldn't wait to grab Bai Huan and head out. Before they even left the house, an old face came over.

  Unfortunately, he didn't even give him a chance and directly pushed away the old man's face: "Alright, let's make a bet, Grandpa Zhang! Today when we enter the mountain, neither of us will use fire or dogs. Each person will have one machete, and whoever catches more things will be the winner. The loser must unconditionally agree to one request from the winner."

  Old Zhang raised his eyelids in surprise, looking at him with the same foolish eyes as Zeng Lao's family, and stared blankly for a long time before coming back to his senses.

  This kid, actually dares to challenge his own dominance in Nanmu Valley with empty hands? Old Zhang's face lit up with a smile, then immediately suppressed it, afraid that Bai Huan would wake up and change his mind.

  Bai Guang was also smiling, but secretly.

  This person is a druid, after all! Although it's just a druid who has only mastered four basic skills... Even the weakest of druids is still a superpowered being, not someone ordinary people can compare to! But now this druid has secretly plotted against an old man and is gloating about it, revealing their despicable character.

  Nanmuwa is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, but to get to the hunting ground, there is only one road leading west. First, go down to the riverbed, then climb up the mountain slope, cross over three mountain peaks from a line of sky, that is the hunting ground of the nearby three natural villages' hunters.

  It's still late summer, not the best time for hunting, but this grandfather and grandson are just testing their skills in driving the mountain, they don't care about the process or the harvest.

  "Old rules..."

  Zhang Liehu had just opened his mouth when Bai Huan interrupted him, rolling her eyes: "Don't catch the small ones, don't hit the mothers! Do you need to say that?"

  The old hunter nodded in satisfaction, tossed a mountain-opening axe to Bai Huan, and pointed into the woods with his hand on his hip: "Don't say I'm bullying you, a little kid. The direction by the water, I'll let you have it, I'll go up the mountain ridge myself."

  Bai Huang really didn't know what to say, his facial muscles and smile muscles twitched, he quickly turned his head away, lest the old man notice his unusual expression.

  Is this what they mean by having hair on your belly button?

  Perhaps still dizzy from the impending victory, Old Zhang felt it wasn't enough and winked at Bai Huan, "Huan'er, if you lose, you should know what to do yourself, no need for me to say more. If I lose, not only won't I bother you, but I'll also give you my wolf-headed dagger, how about that?"

  The old man narrowed his eyes slyly, just like an old fox that had just stolen a chicken.

  As for Bai Guang...

  He had already taken up his axe and slipped into the forest, afraid that if he stayed a moment longer, he would really be unable to hold back his wild laughter.

  ……

  The sun was high in the sky, it was already noon, and the old hunter returned first to the place where they had parted ways.

  His hands held a spotted fat rabbit and a pheasant with a five-colored tail.

  It's said that bare-handed hunting is a matter of timing, location and people. For example, when wild animals are being chased by their natural enemies and run out of their usual range; or they were originally injured, so they can't escape from experienced hunters; or in order to protect their "wives" and "children", they deliberately dodge back and forth in front of the hunter, only to fall into a trap...

  Unless you are an extremely experienced hunter with incredibly good luck, catching wild animals bare-handed is just a fantasy.

  The old hunter had these two in hand, also set up by him two days ago, a trap set in advance in the mountain.

  As people age, they become more astute. How could he possibly give up on such a talented and loyal apprentice just to save face?

  He lit his pipe with great relish, leaning against a crooked-necked poplar tree, took a delightful puff, and the pungent native tobacco went straight to his lungs, making him close his eyes in comfort.

  At this time, from a nearby thicket, there was a rustling sound, and then a young and vigorous figure emerged.

  Hehe, my dear apprentice is back...

  The old hunter turned his head to look back, just wanting to shout loudly, but in an instant he widened his eyes and almost fell backwards. His throat was like a dried-up fish pond, deep and endless, with remaining smoke swirling out.

  This rascal kid, did he rob a breeding farm hidden in the deep mountains?

  Lost 3000 words without saving, feeling depressed and suffocated