The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

"Okay, this is the end of today. Tomorrow, you will start hunting with the hunting skills I taught you. Also, your bows and arrows. I will do it slowly in the future. I will only tell you how to make better bows and arrows. go back."

In the evening, Zhong Wen finished his day's teaching, waved his hand, and prepared to go back.

Speaking of which, Zhong Wen was also very tired during this day.

What should be taught is basically taught, it depends on how much they can learn.

For tomorrow's hunting, that's their business, and I will come over at most to see how they are using it.

In fact, among the dozen or so of them, there are still a few who have learned these hunting skills very well, at least, in Zhong Wen's eyes, they agree.

It is estimated that I am an Orion myself, as long as I mention a little bit, I will learn it naturally.

However, there are still some people who can't understand what they say.

Just like that silly big bear, he still hasn't figured out how to judge the type and weight of the prey from the depth of the footprints.

Well, Big Bear is just a stupid big guy, his brain is not bright enough.

On the second day, another large group of young men gathered and went to the forest.

The old people and women in the village are so happy.

There is a Taoist priest teaching his son some skills, which cannot be obtained even if he prays to the Taoist king or Bodhisattva.

Although Zhong Wen's approach seems like a good deed, there are also some potential dangers buried in it.

Hunting is the job of hunters, but if Zhong Wen really taught these people to hunt more prey in the future, he would definitely sell them.

You have to go to Yunxiang, but the price will definitely be suppressed for mountain people like them.

It is also possible that these mountain people will be oppressed even more in the future.

However, Zhong Wen would not think about the future, nor would he think about it. He just wanted to teach some things to these mountain people who were living extremely difficult lives.

In the afternoon of that day, Zhong Wen came back with these young men.

But this time, they really hunted a big wild boar.

Although it is big, it is actually just a wild boar weighing more than 200 catties.

This time, it made all the old people, women and children in the village cheer happily.

Wild boar, they haven't hunted it before.

They have hunted this ferocious beast several times before, but each time, more or less, people were injured.

Now, among the fifteen young men, none of them was injured, and they came back intact.

"Master Dao, let's kill this wild boar for meat, and we will leave this pig's head to Master Dao."

An old man in the village was happy to see that none of the boys were injured.

At least, now he is happy.

As long as no one was injured, everything was worth rejoicing, and, besides, a big wild boar was brought back.

"Old man, you are polite. They hunted wild boars. I didn't do anything. I leave the pig's head for you to eat."

Zhong Wen doesn't understand, so, send a pig's head?Where is this custom?

I don't like to eat pig's head, I prefer to eat pork belly, so I don't want to eat pig's head.

But listening to this, I always feel that something is wrong.

"Daozhang, this is not allowed, big bear, you quickly deal with this wild boar and cut off the whole pig's head, thank you Daoist, if it weren't for Daoist, would you come back intact? Can you still hunt such a wild boar? Big boar?"

Hearing Zhong Wen's response, the old man felt even more delighted, and instead of taking credit for it, he gave all the credit to the boys in his village.

Then, he yelled loudly at the big bear.

A pig's head, or a pig's head.

Well, Zhong Wen didn't say anything anymore, perhaps, sending a pig's head here is a kind of gift?

Or maybe, sending a pig's head is a kind of custom, or even a kind of gratitude?

At this moment, the old man was smiling all over his face, and his whole face was wrinkled. If Zhong Wen didn't know that he was smiling, he would have thought that the old man looked so festive.

Big Bear and the others have been busy.

From the beginning of shaving, the lively little kids have been watching around.

Zhong Wen was always far away.

Ever since Big Xiong and the others slaughtered the pig, Zhong Wen had thought to himself that it would be better not to eat this wild pork today.

That scene was as sensational as it needed to be.

This is not killing pigs, this is the player's house, right?

With the hair shaved, Zhong Wen felt that it was okay, but this is a wild boar, not a chicken or a duck.

After the hair is shaved, you have to boil the water to scrape the surface of the wild boar. You don't even shave, you start to chop the meat and divide it. . .

Well, this can be regarded as eye-catching, but you should at least wash it, don’t even wash it, just throw it in the pot and cook it?

What kind of eating method is this?

Zhong Wen was still thinking, is this the way these mountain people eat?

Fortunately, the bear meat eaten two days ago was skinned, otherwise, Zhong Wen would have to vomit three liters at this time.

Chapter 186 Daoist Master, You Pighead

"Master Dao, we dedicate this pig's head to you."

After Daxiong and the others finished handling the wild pork, they directly approached Zhong Wen with the pig's head in their hands.

"Sacrifice? Or sacrifice? Bear, straighten your tongue and say it again."

Zhong Wen felt as if he had heard it wrong, offering himself a pig's head?Do you really think that you are the Taoist monarch in the temple?

But Mr. Dao doesn't want the pig's head, okay?Can't you give me a bowl of braised pork?

Forget it, forget about the braised pork.