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"Tang YaZi, I heard from the villagers that you've been hunting since you were about ten years old. But your uncle is a blacksmith, and no one taught you, how did you learn to hunt?"

Yang Ruqing asked curiously.

In Changping Village, the young hunter Luo Fengtang is a myth in the eyes of men!

Hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Luo Fengtang thought seriously for a moment and said, "I won't laugh at you. Since I was young, I watched my uncle blacksmithing and liked to wield guns and clubs. Hunting is something I figured out on my own!"

"Well, you're self-taught? You're really amazing, Tang!"

Yang Ruqing tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes shining brightly.

Luo Fengtang saw the light in her eyes and was stunned.

Is Ching'er praising him?

"Tang YaZi, tell me about your hunting experiences," Yang RuQing continued.

Luo Fengtang stopped in his tracks, glancing at Yang Ruocheng with a hint of surprise.

“Qing’er, what are you listening to those for?” he asked.

Like a wild man, he scurries around in the mountains. Some animals are naturally cautious and to stake out a location, they might lie near an animal's den for a whole day...

“Or maybe don't listen, it's boring anyway, and I wouldn't want to scare you!”

He gave a wry smile, shook his head, and continued walking forward.

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Yang Ruqing ran after him and walked side by side with him.

"Hey, you underestimate me, don't you? Just go ahead and say it, talk about all the exciting things, I guarantee I won't be scared! What do you say?"

"Really want to hear?" he asked, tilting his head.

She nodded vigorously, her face full of anticipation.

He let out a heavy sigh, “Well, let me think about it…”

That was when I was ten years old, learning how to blacksmith from my uncle. I begged him to make me my first bow and arrow...

Yang Ruqing discovered that this kid, Luofeng Tang, was utterly dull when trying to strike up a conversation with people. He couldn't even come up with a decent joke even after three tries.

But when he talked about hunting, it was like a different person speaking!

Spoken clearly, with a logical flow and every point well-connected.

When talking about something and describing the environment at that time, even when there was a disparity in strength between the two parties, everything was said very succinctly and directly.

Yang Ruqing felt as if a series of hunting scenes were slowly unfolding before her eyes...

His low and calm voice took her to another world.

It also allowed her to see anew the undulating mountains that had always sheltered her village.

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The villagers' activities are confined to the foothills and surrounding areas.

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Deep in the mountains and forests, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Even the most hardened and experienced hunters from ten miles around would need to go in groups if they wanted to hunt deep within Niushan Mountain.

And this big boy in front of me, he's been trapping rabbits and catching wild chickens outside the mountains since he was ten.

When I was thirteen years old, for the first time I went into the mountains. With just a dagger, I killed a lone wolf.

At the age of fourteen, he fought and successfully killed a black bear.

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At fifteen, he encountered a wild boar herd...

Sixteen years old, or three months ago, he once again encountered the white-furred wolf king of Mian Niushan.

He engaged in a deadly battle with the cunning and ferocious white-furred wolf king. The wolf king was wounded and fled, and he thus gained a bountiful spoils of war...

"Ah, child of the Tang family, if your experiences were written into a book and a storyteller narrated it at a teahouse, it would take three days and three nights to finish!"

Upon hearing the exciting moment, Yang Ruoheng couldn't help but clap her hands and sigh with delight.

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Luo Fengtang lowered his gaze and smiled faintly.

"For the sake of livelihood, I had no choice but to do it. Where is there such a thing as what you, Qing'er, say!"

"Hey, don't be so modest! I really admire you!"

"What?" he looked up, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Qing'er, are you really not afraid?" he asked again.

Ever since then, he carried back to the village a blood-soaked wild boar with his face covered in blood.

It scared several women and little girls I met on the way.

From then on, the girls in the village dared not speak to him.

Qing'er, not only are you not afraid of him, but you also admire him?

Luo Fengtang was dumbfounded!

Yang Ruoqing seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and she looked more amused by his silly appearance at this moment.

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She let out a giggle and patted his shoulder. "Silly boy, in this world, there's nothing that could scare your older sister!"

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Luè Feng Tang: “...”

“That's settled then. Let's find a free day and head into the mountains, you hunt and I gather herbs. A delightful arrangement, don't you think? Come on!”

"Good!" Luò Fēng Táng came back to her senses, grabbed the bucket, and followed Yáng Ruò Qīng's steps.

Afternoon sunlight streamed in from the west, casting the silhouettes of the two people onto the ground.

The two people walked side by side, one tall and one short. When they turned a corner, their shadows occasionally overlapped.

It looks very harmonious!

As Yang Ruoqing was about to leave town, she saw the steamed bun shop on the roadside again.

The fragrant smell wafted over, only then did Yang Ruqing remember that she had been busy all morning, and the two of them were still hungry.

“Tang YaZi, it’s noon already. Let’s have lunch at home first!” she suggested.

Luo Fengtang didn't want to waste the money, there was leftover porridge at home!

But when he saw the little girl, he nodded: "Good!"

Two people entered the shop.

What did you eat?

After finding two spots to sit down, Yang Ruocheng asked Luofeng Tang.

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"I can eat anything, you order!" Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruqing asked the waiter a few simple questions and then said to Luo Fengtang, "To celebrate that we made a big deal today, let's have a good lunch!"

"Alright, Qing'er, you choose what we eat!"

"Hmm!" Yang Ruqing waved to the waiter over there: "Two bowls of shredded pork noodles!"

In a moment, two bowls of steaming meat-and-noodle soup were brought to the two people.

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Noodles are laid in a bowl, topped with a generous amount of rich broth.

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A few stalks of Chinese cabbage, a spoonful of peanuts, and some scallions.

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And above that, there are some shreds of meat.

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The way it's placed looks like the entire bowl is filled with meat floss.

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Yang Ruqing picked up her chopsticks and pushed the meat shreds to one side. She discovered there were only about ten!

Eight wen a bowl of meat floss noodles, only ten strands of meat floss, hey, eight wen can be called half a jin of meat!

“Well, it smells delicious, Tángyazi, dig in!”

Yang Ruqing greeted, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

Lifted the noodles and blew on them to cool them down a bit, then shoved them into my mouth and devoured them...

Across from him, Luofeng Tang also picked up his chopsticks.

He used chopsticks to pick up the meat strips in his bowl, one by one.

Then, put it all into a spoon and put the spoon, along with the contents, into the opposite girl's bowl.

Yang Ruqing was truly hungry and was focusing intently on the noodles in her bowl, her head bowed.

Suddenly a spoonful of meat floss was piled into her bowl.

“Ah, Táng yazi, why did you give me all the meat? Eat some yourself!”

She picked up her spoon to return the meat threads to him, but her wrist was held by his hand.

“Qing’er, you eat it, I don't like to eat meat!” he smiled.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

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Meat is a good thing, especially in this era, fools don't love to eat meat!

“Tang YaZi, there’s meat in my bowl too, you eat your own share!” she said.

“Qing’er, eat more. You’ve lost weight.”

Luo Fengtang finished speaking, withdrew his hand, picked up the bowl of noodles in front of him, and started eating hungrily...

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