bayedsolid Chapter 36 Stone Darts
Chapter 36 Stone Darts
Wenwen ran over to investigate. The fruit she threw only stunned the baby chicks, while the stones thrown by her older brothers completely destroyed the father and mother hen.
It seems she still needs more practice, but there's a coach right here.
I refuse to believe that she won't learn this stone dart throwing technique in time.
Uncle San, unaware of Wenwen's thoughts, simply rushed over, his mouth agape with delight, "Oh my, we're having chicken tonight!"
As he spoke, he deftly pulled up a few vines to tie the chickens securely, and happily carried the chickens back to the pile of fruit.
"Alright, I'll stay here and watch over these. You guys keep looking around the neighborhood. Try to get back and cook them as soon as possible."
Wenwen was envious of her brothers' skill and couldn't wait to learn it.
She wholeheartedly agreed with her third uncle's suggestion, "Third uncle, you stay here and keep watch. If anything happens, shout loudly. We're nearby."
Uncle San waved to them, "Let's go, don't worry."
Wenwen turned around, grabbed one of her brothers by the hand, and pulled them toward the right front of the big tree.
"Big brother, second brother, let's go this way. I just checked, there's more grass over there, we'll probably find something."
She had just looked carefully from a high vantage point; the grass there was lush and there were no large trees to block the view, and a small stream flowed a little further away.
Generally speaking, the area near streams is a gathering place for animals, and there are always hens roosting along the banks.
Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin had spent several years in the military, so they had basic survival skills in the wild.
Wenwen had similar experience in her previous life.
The three of them slowly searched along the way, and when they came across a thick patch of grass, they swung a stick at it and actually found a few hens nestling in the grass.
They went all in, leaving nothing behind, completely wiping everything out.
Wenwen took out a cloth bag to put the eggs in, and volunteered to carry the eggs on her back, using the cloth bag as cover to store them in her spatial storage.
Just kidding, carrying eggs all the way here, they'd surely break. That won't do. We went through all that trouble to find them, how could we not take good care of them?
The three of them kept their heads down and searched along the way, sometimes listening intently, sometimes bending down to part the haystacks, walking and stopping intermittently, until they finally found rabbit footprints in a patch of grass.
It is said that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. The three siblings worked together and it took them a lot of effort to catch a litter of rabbits, a total of six, all of them plump and strong.
We came to the right place! Not only are there rabbits, but also pheasants. However, the pheasants here seem to be more agile; those near the stream fly incredibly fast.
Wenwen either reacts too slowly or doesn't have enough strength.
She didn't catch any pheasants, and compared to the pheasants hanging on her older brothers' bodies, she had zero success.
Wenwen carefully observed her two older brothers' movements and even pondered them herself, but she got stuck on the key points, which made her very distressed.
"Big brother, second brother, please demonstrate to me again how to penetrate the stone with this force. I just can't do it."
"It's not that my sister can't do it, she just hasn't mastered the technique yet."
"Practice makes perfect, and your second brother believes in you."
Well, I understand the principle, but combining theory with practice is something everyone knows requires a lot of practice to improve.
The problem is, this is somewhat discouraging.
Wenwen felt a little deflated and followed her two older brothers at a distance, her spirits low.
Suddenly, the eldest brother patted the second brother beside him and hurriedly instructed, "Second brother, stay with your sister. I'll be right back."
After saying that, he strode forward, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
Wenwen guessed that her older brother had probably made some discovery.
She stopped moving forward, so as not to affect her brother's performance.
She picked up a handful of stones and tossed them around, slowly moving her feet, while her second brother comforted her.
"Little sister, don't be discouraged. This skill isn't something you can learn in a day. If you practice every day, you'll succeed eventually. That's how your second brother got here. Trust me."
As he spoke, he patted his chest.
This kind of talk is like a bowl of poisoned chicken soup.
Wenwen gripped a handful of stones tightly, stood in a lunge position, and made a standard shot put throwing motion, then threw them haphazardly forward with all her might.
"Thump, thump, thump, bang, bang, bang, tap, tap, cluck cluck... Oh."
"Oh dear, this..."
The second brother was about to continue comforting her, but upon hearing the final "clucking" sound, he immediately dashed towards the source of the sound.
A short while later, the second brother ran back holding a chicken, laughing, "Hahaha, little sister, you hit it! This chicken is about to die. Look, it's closed its eyes."
The second brother grinned widely and held the pheasant with its beautiful feathers up to Wenwen, saying, "Look, it really died."
To make sure it was really dead, the second brother patted the chicken's head a few times, saying, "Hehehe, look, you can't wake it up no matter how much you hit it. It's really dead, you killed it."
Wenwen didn't know whether she should be happy or not. She had just thrown the stones randomly, scattering them like a shower of flowers.
The second brother ignored whether she answered or not and continued nagging, "Little sister, how many pebbles did you just throw?"
There are about ten.
"Great, you got one out of ten, that's a pretty high probability. Next time you take 20, you'll definitely get more."
Wenwen had three lines on her forehead and glanced at her second brother.
It has to be said that the second brother is very good at comforting people. He didn't understand her eyes at all and kept talking.
"How about this, Second Brother, give this chicken a nice mark and go back and tell everyone that you marked it yourself, so that everyone can have a good laugh."
Wenwen's second brother's encouragement was quite unique; it was the first time she had ever known that her second brother had this side to him.
She pouted and watched helplessly as her second brother busied himself with his tasks.
soon.
A crudely made wreath was placed around the pheasant's neck. The wreath, woven from three colors of grass vines, was two fingers wide. The yellow, green, and red colors were intertwined. Not bad, just like a traffic light, it was very eye-catching.
After arranging it, her second brother proudly approached her to praise it, "Look, how is it? Beautiful, isn't it?"
Wenwen watched her second brother's actions and was utterly speechless. He was such a delusional teenager.
But looking closely, the intertwining of these three colors of vines is indeed quite beautiful. If one were skilled in weaving and made good use of these colors, they could probably weave some pretty and eye-catching flower baskets, backpacks, and decorations, which the older sisters in the family would probably love.
Thinking of taking some back with me, I wondered if I could bring some back.
Ignoring the garland of flowers in front of her, Wenwen shifted her gaze and said something insincere, "Second brother, where did you find these vines? They're quite pretty."
"Isn't it pretty? I knew you young girls liked this. Come on, over here."
As he spoke, the second brother led the way, passing several large trees, until they came to a large rock behind which a patch of tricolor vines came into view.
Wenwen looked around and saw that the vines were growing very well. When the breeze blew, they rippled and undulated, which was quite a beautiful sight.
The second brother ran over first, squatted down and started picking, "Little sister, wait for me, I'll find you a few that are more resilient."
Wenwen sweetly agreed, but her steps didn't stop. She squatted down and pretended to choose, using her sleeve as cover to transplant a few seedlings into her space.
She doesn't just want a few to play around with; if she wants it to last, she'll definitely have to grow her own.
Before long, they had found most of the seedlings.
Wenwen tried to get up and saw her second brother not far away still carefully selecting items, already holding a large pile in his arms.
Judging from this, are they going to continue?
Wenwen had to speak up to stop him, "Second brother, that's enough, that's enough."
As he spoke, he reached out to take some.
Unexpectedly, her foolish second brother turned to dodge, lost his footing, and fell to the ground.
The vines in his arms instantly scattered all over the ground.
"Ouch, ah..."
at the same time.
From afar came the elder brother's voice calling, "Second brother, sister."