The early winter sun shines on the earth, and in the smoky mountain forest, the voices of a mother and her son are heard.
"Mom! There is a group of pheasants over there! They quickly ran into the grass in Area A!" The little boy hanging upside down in the tree jumped up and said to the woman who was also hanging on the tree.
"Okay, be careful, stay here, mother will go to the front, and the old rules will follow for a while, the big prey will belong to mother, and the small ones will belong to you! Also, if you see any white animals, avoid them as soon as possible and run to mother!
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The little boy nodded, but slightly raised his mouth, aiming at the prey and guarding it motionlessly.
He is only four years old, and his concentration is comparable to that of a skilled hunter.
The woman moved vigorously, jumping nimbly on the branches in the bushes, and soon she arrived in front of the grass in the "Area A" mentioned by the little boy.
This mountain forest is called "Ghost Mountain" by local villagers. Because ferocious birds and beasts often appear, and the terrain is quite complicated and strange, the villagers never touch it. It is a place like this, but it has become a special hunting spot for the mother and son.
Area a is grass, area b is mountain stream, area c is cliff...etc., she named and divided this "ghost mountain" like this
She raised the crossbow in her hand and connected three arrows. There was a round red birthmark on her left cheek, but her facial features were very delicate. She narrowed one eye and aimed at the moving grass. When the first pheasant appeared, she
At this time, the woman let go and fired an arrow
Three arrows were fired in unison, and the group of pheasants that were lined up, the leading three slightly larger pheasants, all fell to the ground with a muffled "snap" of the bow strings.
At the same time, the smallest one that followed fell down in the grass.
The woman jumped to the ground. On the opposite side of the grass, a little boy also ran over quickly, looking nervously at the pheasants.
"Mom, count quickly, how many are there!"
When the woman saw his eyes shining, she knew that he must be playing some trick on his own initiative again.
"Yes, four." The woman took off the arrows from the pheasant and was surprised to find that the leading one actually had two arrows! And her ghostly son was bending down to pick up the little pheasant in the grass.
, cackle straight music
"Mom, I fired two arrows and hit the one hidden in the grass. That's great! Mom is still so powerful. She always hit the target, and it was the biggest of the three! Hey, where is my other arrow?"
The woman hurriedly threw the arrow she pulled out in her hand into the grass, touched the little boy's head and said with a smile: "Ah, your arrow fell to the side. Next time you secretly fire two arrows behind my back, I won't let you go."
you!"
The little boy immediately put on a sweet smile, hugged the woman's waist and said coquettishly: "Oh, mother, Wu Huan just wants to help mother hunt more prey!"
Although the boy tried his best to please, the woman didn't buy it. She hit him hard on the head, then reached out and gently rubbed the boy's chubby face while saying: "Didn't you hit me enough? You want that much."
What do you only do? Don’t think that I don’t know what you, a little money fanatic, are up to! You just know how to save money!”
She is such a sweetheart. Somehow, she seems to have been determined to be tall, rich and handsome since she can remember. She has saved a lot of money when she was just four years old. Such a big "ambition" makes her, a mother, really ashamed.
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Moreover, he was still young and could fire two arrows together. Not only did he hit the prey, he actually hit two pheasants, one at the head and the other at the tail! Feng Ji'er actually didn't want her son to become so strong at such a young age. She