After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

With sugar in his mouth, Dong Chuanlin looked at Han Song's back playfully, and he could still see his blood-red ears from a long distance away.

He just replied with a provocative love word, as for throwing up his sleeves and leaving.The blood-red appearance of the ears, people who don't know may think they were kissed by some girl.

"Hurry up, it will be dark if you go up the mountain at your speed."

Han Song shouted at Dong Chuanlin who was still walking leisurely behind, his tone full of anger caused by shyness.

Dong Chuanlin curled his lips and replied: "Here we are!" He ran to him in one breath, panting and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "You told me to eat slowly and told me to run faster, the speed of turning my face is too fast."

Han Song frowned, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, hurry up, tell me to hurry up and I'm so slow." Dong Chuanlin replied with disgust while walking quickly up the mountain.

I have forgotten that his hearing is tenth grade, but his ears are quite good with a single mind, and he pretends to be a fool.

The two went to Daishan not far from the village.

Daishan Mountain is layered with mountains and towers into the clouds. According to the old people in the village, there are many ferocious beasts hidden in the mountains, which can directly swallow people alive when they are ferocious.

One pass spreads ten to ten, and the more spread, the more dangerous.The villagers cherish life and dare not take risks. At most, they dare to go up the mountainside to chop firewood and pick wild vegetables. The deep mountains covered by thick fog all the year round are even unthinkable.

The only ones who dare to take risks are the hunters who survive in danger.Two years ago, Han Bo, who has superb hunting skills, led Han Song bravely into the depths of Daishan, and accidentally ran into a crazy wild boar.

Dong Chuanlin heard that when the villagers found the father and son in groups holding torches, the scene was bloody and tragic.Han Bo and the wild boar fought to the death, and finally both died. Han Song, who went with him, was lucky enough to save his life.

After this incident, Daishan was portrayed as more mysterious and dangerous, and the villagers were all in awe.

Dong Chuanlin seldom went to Mount Daisy since he crossed over, except that he went a little farther on the day of the Qingming Festival, and accompanied Dong Chuanfang to pick wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain for the rest of the time.

In the original body's memory, Daishan was very mysterious and dangerous.Dong Chuanlin wanted to break in several times to take a look, but he was worried that his small body would not be able to withstand the attack of wild beasts.

It was rare to be able to follow the experienced Orion up the mountain this time. Dong Chuanlin followed Han Song closely, for fear that he would get lost if he didn't pay attention.

The clothes became more and more deformed, and Han Song looked helplessly along the folds of the clothes. Dong Chuanlin was squatting and studying a shrub that had just passed its flowering period.With one hand, he picked up the fruit the size of a grain of rice and looked at it, while with the other hand he held onto the corner of his clothes tightly and refused to let go.

Han Song wanted to move forward, but he dragged him desperately.

"Brother Song, come and take a look, this is a newly grown myrtle, so cute." Dong Chuanlin didn't notice Han Song's helplessness towards him at all, and shouted happily.

Han Song sighed lightly, and walked over as if accepting his fate. The little ancestor he called could not be disgusted with vomiting blood.

He glanced at it and said: "You can eat it in autumn." There are still purple-red stamens on the green fruit.

Dong Chuanlin looked at him eagerly, "Is it delicious?"

Han Song asked: "Have you ever eaten?"

Dong Chuanlin pointed his fingers at his chest angrily, and said in an aggrieved tone: "He has eaten it, but I have not." In modern times, he has lived in the city since he was a child, and he has only seen pictures of wild fruits, and has never had a chance to taste them.

Han Song readily agreed, and said, "Then I'll take you up the mountain when it matures." After speaking, he pulled up Dong Chuanlin's collar and carried him forward.

If you slow down, it will be really dark, and it is too dangerous to be on the mountain at night.

With the suppression by force, Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to stay any longer, and tightly grabbed Han Song who was opening the way ahead.The further you go, the denser the forest becomes.In addition, he is not familiar with the road shape, so he must stumble if he does not pull something.

Halfway up the mountain, Han Song, who had been walking briskly, stopped suddenly, and Dong Chuanlin, who didn't react, almost ran into him without paying attention.

Han Song pointed to a thick pine tree and said, "Wait for me there, I'll be right back."

The plants next to it are dense, except that there is no grass under the pine tree. If you look closely, there are a few butt marks on the open space, which should be left by the villagers resting there for a long time.

Looking at the land with butt marks, Dong Chuanlin blurted out, "Where are you going? I'm going too."

"I'll go and see if there's any goods in the trap, you just wait there."

"No, it was you who asked me to follow you. There is no reason why I would not dare to follow you halfway."

I don't know where he got so many fallacies, Han Song couldn't win the fight but let go: "Okay, then focus on following closely."

As soon as the words fell, Dong Chuanlin's hand consciously pulled the corner of his clothes. Seeing that Han Song was still staring at his hands in a daze, he shook the corner of his clothes and urged: "Let's go."

The swaying corner of the clothes drew Han Song's attention back, and he took a closer look at the knife wound on Dong Chuanlin's hand before withdrawing his eyes.

I thought Han Song was just taking him around. After all, he had an appointment with Aunt Han and couldn't go into the mountains.Unexpectedly, Han Song led him straight into the depths of dense fog.

Dong Chuanlin was full of doubts and wanted to ask, but he didn't have the mood to ask.The big pine tree is like a dividing line, separating the two differences between dense and very dense.

Ordinary villagers did not dare to come in to cut firewood, and the hunters who dared to come in did not have much demand for firewood, so that the forest was overgrown with weeds and various plants, and Dong Chuanlin was dazzled all the way.

After walking for a while, Han Song slowed down.

He came to an area shrouded in ferns, and tapped it a few times with a random branch on the road, and then pushed aside the densely grown ferns with his hands, revealing a pit.

The mouth of the pit was as big as a porcelain plate, about a foot deep, and surrounded by plants.

Such a mysterious trap, the curious baby Dong Chuanlin couldn't wait to poke his head to see it, and was pulled back just after taking two steps forward.

Han Song looked serious, "Follow me, don't move around."

After placing the curious baby, Han Song was relieved to see the scene in the cave.There is a gray rabbit in the round pit, lying limply on the bottom of the pit and not moving.

Dong Chuanlin, who was following Han Song's ass, wanted to see it eagerly, and asked anxiously: "What is it? Is it dangerous? Can I go ahead and have a look?"

"Come here, it's a rabbit." Han Song knelt down to touch the rabbit, and poked it several times before raising its eyes sickly.

Dong Chuanlin squatted next to Han Song, looked at the rabbit's cold reaction and asked, "Is it injured?"

"Yes, there are sharp bamboo pieces underneath."

Putting the bamboo basket on his shoulders aside, Han Song leaned down and gently picked up the rabbit.It may be that the rabbit struggled too much when it fell, and the bamboo slices were deeply embedded in the flesh, and it took a little effort to break free.

When the body was detached from the sharp bamboo, the weak rabbit gritted its teeth and hissed, its eyes were red, its hind legs stretched straight, and it resisted with its whole body.

The bamboo slices were pierced into the rabbit's hind legs. Dong Chuanlin gently brushed aside the rabbit fur next to him to check the bloody wound, and smacked his lips: "Can it still live?"

The rabbit who escaped from the trap and came to the flat ground tried to escape, but just scratched the ground twice with its front feet, but its back feet did not move.

"It's okay to save it."

Han Song pulled up the two finger-sized sharp bamboo pieces under the pit, swept down the surrounding soft soil to cover the blood-stained soil, and then took new bamboo pieces from the bamboo basket.After the bamboo slices were inserted, he pulled a handful of fluffy weeds from other places, covered the traps with weeds, and sprinkled pine needles.

After rearranging the bloody trap, Han Song took a look at Dong Chuanlin, who was lowering his head and carefully smoothing the rabbit's fur.

The warm yellow sunset was imprinted on the boy's chiseled profile, and he murmured from time to time, gentle and heart-warming.

Withdrawing his eyes, Han Song looked around and found a Vitex tree behind him.He stepped forward and picked a handful of green leaves, rubbed them with his big hands a few times, and then covered the rabbit's wound.

After being stimulated by the wound, the rabbit became agitated. Except for the injured leg, the other three legs were desperately trying to escape, making a hissing sound.

Han Song covered the herbs with one hand, stabilized the rabbit with the other hand, and ordered: "Go to the bamboo basket and get the cloth."

Dong Chuanlin, who came to his senses, responded well, and quickly went to look through the bamboo baskets.The bamboo basket is fully equipped, a handful of sliced ​​bamboo, a black cloth bag, several bottles of wound medicine and cloth strips.

"Here you are." Dong Chuanlin put the cloth aside, took Han Song's place, and let him fix the rabbit.

Han Song was skillfully wrapping the cloth around the wound, wrapping the herbs in it, and it was done in a while.

Handing the rabbit to Dong Chuanlin, Han Song put the bamboo basket on his back and went to the next place.

After going around seven times and eight times, the two checked the remaining traps.

Except for one pit where a skinny pheasant was harvested, the other places were empty, and one trap was destroyed by animals.

The round pit was trampled down, and a piece of bamboo in the pit was missing, leaving only a row of footprints and a few drops of dried blood.The scissor-shaped footprints of different shades indicate that this is left by a wild boar.

Han Song was not surprised, and calmly pulled out the remaining bamboo pieces and filled the round hole.

The sun was setting and there was no free time to make new traps, and the two were ready to go down the mountain.

For the sake of personal safety, Dong Chuanlin listened to Han Song and put the rabbit into the bamboo basket, staying with the dying pheasant.

He was afraid of slipping and falling down the mountain by himself, and he didn't know where he would fly with his feet while holding something in his hand.

On the way down the mountain, Dong Chuanlin still grabbed Han Song's clothes.

He looked at his back and asked, "Brother Song, didn't you promise Aunt Han not to go to the mountains?"

Han Song didn't turn his head back, and explained: "There are so many people going halfway up the mountain, it's hard to catch prey."

Indeed, the halfway up the mountain is a safe zone, and the villagers often go there, but the shrewd animals seldom visit, and some of them are quickly captured and returned home.

Dong Chuanlin quickened his pace to catch up and asked: "So you have been lying to Aunt Han? The prey are all hunted in the mountains?"

Since Aunt Han ordered Han Song to go to the deep mountains, the prey she hunted dropped sharply, but occasionally there were still some good ones, such as the money snake caught by Qingming, which was sold at a good price.

Although the shopkeeper of the Black Crow has obviously lowered the price, it is already considered a considerable income for those who make a living from farming.

The Han family has hunted for generations, and it is not uncommon for them to catch cunning prey.Aunt Han, who got along day and night, didn't notice it, and Dong Chuanlin naturally didn't notice it either.

If he hadn't gone up the mountain with him today, he would have thought that it was Han Song's good skills that could catch good prey on the mountainside where everyone dared to go.

"Keep it secret, don't tell my mother." Han Song slowed down and looked back at him.

He had a calm expression, without the slightest sense of urgency after someone discovered his secret, and even revealed from his tone that it was very normal to go hunting in the deep mountains.

Dong Chuanlin was in a hurry, so he pulled the hem of his clothes harder, forcing him to walk more slowly.

"No." Dong Chuanlin was anxious, "Brother Song, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. Aunt Han's consideration is not unreasonable."

If Han Bo's incident hadn't happened, Aunt Han wouldn't have cared so much.But now Han Song is the only young man left in the Han family, and he must have preferred to earn less money and save his life first.

According to the scene he traveled through himself, he estimated that Han Song was also threatened with his life before the time travel. Isn't it stupid to cherish life if he can regain his new life?

Han Song didn't stop, and said as he walked, "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart. I'm just a trap and won't stay too long. It's not very dangerous."

"But……"

Han Song interrupted him, pursed his lips and pretended to be relaxed and said: "I regret my life, I still want to watch my mother and live a good life, so I won't mess around."

Seeing that Han Song's thoughts were firm and well-founded, Dong Chuanlin couldn't argue anymore, so he obediently shut up.

After a while of silence, he hesitated to speak.

"When I go up the mountain, you have to take me with you. When I'm not at home, you try to go up the mountain as little as possible. If you really want to go, make a quick decision and don't stay longer. This is my biggest concession."

Han Song looked at the young and aggressive boy, and agreed with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, listen to you."

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One night, whispers came from the dark room, soft and crooked, scratching the heart's heart.

Dong Chuanlin urged impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm so sleepy and I'm going to sleep."

Han Song coaxed in a good-tempered manner: "You asked me to come again. There is no reason to give up halfway after I have come. Be good, and sleep again later."

Dong Chuanlin frowned and asked: "Why are these words so familiar, I seem to have heard them somewhere."

Han Song smiled: "Is what you said familiar?"

Dong Chuanlin retorted: "Nonsense, when did I say such a thing."

Han Song burrowed his head into his neck, breathed in his ear, and said softly: "Save your energy, I will tell you one by one when this round is over."

Dong Chuanlin was scratched by the warm breath, and as soon as he let down his vigilance, someone could take advantage of it. He said angrily, "No, what are you doing! Where do you put your hands——"