Guo Dajing held a torch in one hand, a wooden gun in the other, and a rope on his shoulder. He dragged the dead wolf behind him and walked down the mountain towards the village.
A wolf hid in a cave for storage; a wolf was brought back to the village to eat, which was enough for several meals.
The joy of harvest is far less than the confidence that killing the wolf brought to Guo Dajing.
The butcher's psychological barrier to killing people is obviously weaker than that of ordinary people, because he is used to seeing blood. Guo Dajing also thinks like this and is exercising his psychological endurance.
In this troubled world, if you are not hard-hearted and ruthless, there is no way to survive. Unless you want to be an obedient citizen, put your life in the hands of the slaves, and pray that you can survive.
I am not stubborn!
Guo Dajing stopped and adjusted the rope on his shoulder.
As he looked, he saw the dead wolf again. The beast's teeth were exposed. Although it was pale and lifeless, it still looked very ferocious.
In the distance, a wolf howled suddenly.
Guo Dajing looked back and saw nothing, but he knew that it was most likely the injured alpha wolf. He heard pain, hatred, and desolation from the howling sound.
In the mountains and forests, humans and wolves, only the strong can win; in this world, only the stronger can survive.
Guo Dajing stood silently for a long time, his eyes becoming firmer.
The jungle is like this, the troubled times are like this, the weak are like this dead wolf, skinned and eaten, their bones abandoned in the wilderness.
Taking steps again, Guo Dajing seemed to be full of strength again. Although he still felt tired, he no longer stopped.
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Torches don't provide much light, but they give people courage.
Zhao Qingshan and the Chen brothers walked back and forth in the snow. Because of this cooperation, their relationship seemed closer, and the previous grudges were weakened, although they were still bickering and arguing.
"Lying in the snow and pretending to be dead is a good way to catch crows, but it's freezing to death." Chen Sanxiang chuckled, as if he was mocking himself or complaining.
Zhao Qingshan rolled his eyes and said calmly: "I either freeze to death or starve to death. Do you have a choice?"
Chen Sihe shrugged his shoulders and said: "In this world, even wild dogs are worse than wild dogs. Just live one day at a time, and don't laugh at anyone."
"No joke." Chen Sanxiang corrected, rubbed his hands and said, "It's a good method, and there are many people who can learn it. Even crows have learned it well."
Zhao Qingshan sighed softly and said: "If you have some tools, make a few weapons, and go to the mountains together, you can definitely hit the big guy. It's a pity -"
Chen Sihe looked at the stick in his hand, smiled bitterly, and kept walking.
Chen Sanxiang looked at the broken hatchet in his hand and complained: "This is what I left behind because of my stubbornness. Everything at home, except for the iron pot, was all thrown on the road."
Zhao Qingshan silently took out the tip of a spear from his arms. Although it was rusty, it still reflected the cold light, and said quietly: "It was passed down from the ancestors and was buried with a certain family."
Chen Sanxiang narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Qingshan's unshaven face, turned his head and said nothing.
Chen Sihe's brain reacted slowly and he asked strangely: "Why didn't you take it out during the fight that day? My brothers might have become angry after seeing this thing."
Zhao Qingshan snorted and didn't want to deal with this guy with a missing head.
"For the sake of a crow, I won't do anything serious." Chen Sanxiang laughed dryly and tried to smooth things over, "Aren't we both not willing to do anything to him?"
Chen Sihe blinked his eyes, seeming to understand a little, and remained silent.
"There is Liang'er ahead." Zhao Qingshan said in a deep voice: "It can't be Guo Dajing, right?"
Chen Sanxiang stopped and looked around, and said uncertainly: "It must be someone who is brave enough. I wonder if he is?"
"Then let's wait here!" Chen Sihe didn't want to go any further and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Zhao Qingshan rolled his eyes at Chen Sihe and said angrily: "If he heard it, he would be able to reply?" After saying that, he took big steps and continued to walk forward.
"Yes." Chen Sihe scratched his head and said sheepishly, "I forgot he stuttered."
Chen Sanxiang smiled and said: "What you said makes sense. According to his temperament, if he replies, he is not Guo Stuttering. You can tell the difference."
"That's right!" Chen Sihe became happy again and said, "I'm quite smart!"
The two of them followed Zhao Qingshan's footsteps, making guesses in their minds. They looked forward, distinguishing the figures that were getting closer and closer.
As the fire got closer and closer, Guo Dajing tightened his grip on the wooden gun in his hand, but then relaxed again.
Robbing yourself? What kind of brains do you have to run to this barren mountain in the middle of the night and not be afraid of wild beasts?
Looking for me? It's possible, but those indifferent and miserable people who only live to fill their bellies, can they care about themselves?
"Dajing, is that you?" Chen Sihe really shouted, showing his unique wisdom.
A warmth suddenly arose in Guo Dajing's heart. Being able to look for himself in this cold night wilderness showed that what he saw on the surface was not entirely true.
Although because he stuttered, he always cherished words like gold, and even didn't speak at all. But now, he opened his mouth and said, "Yes - me."
The folks who are struggling on the edge of life and death still have simplicity and kindness, but they are deeply concealed by the cruel and miserable reality.
Regardless of whether it was inherent or remaining, there was some conscience and humanity. Guo Dajing felt that there was hope and felt a little guilty for his selfishness.
As the fire approached, Guo Dajing recognized Zhao Qingshan, who was striding ahead. This resentful man with a broken family was not as cold-blooded as he usually appeared.
The people behind also recognized them. They were the Chen brothers, who were very fierce. The brothers were of the same mind, and few people in the village dared to mess with them. But they had a very kind-hearted father, and their original family background was relatively prosperous.
When Zhao Qingshan saw Guo Dajing, his face showed a little excitement, and he seemed to have a smile, but then he turned cold and scolded loudly: "Guo Dajing, in the middle of the night, you came to this barren mountain and forest to seek death? You bastard, you still want to die?"
Let others suffer.”
Guo Dajing had clearly seen the kindness and warmth behind Zhao Qingshan's cold mask, and he was not angry even when he was scolded. He stopped, grinned, and used the pine tree in his hand to illuminate the dead wolf dragging behind him.
Zhao Qingshan paused, obviously taken aback. When he saw clearly, he couldn't help but have a look of confusion on his face. He raised his head and stared at Guo Dajing, frowning and saying nothing.
"Yeah, it's a wild dog?" Chen Sihe was also frightened, holding the wooden stick flat with both hands in a defensive posture.
Chen Sanxiang held the hatchet in front of him, took a closer look, and said in surprise: "It's not a wild dog, it's a dead wolf."
Chen Sihe hurriedly came closer, poked the dead wolf with a stick, and his eyes widened, "Hey, it's really a wolf!" As he said that, he looked up at Guo Dajing, with disbelief and surprise, "Dajing, this is