#8 - Chapter 8 Liu Hao

In Liu Family Village, all the capable people had gone out, yearning for the outside world.

But the outside world wasn't as wonderful as they imagined. After being hit hard by reality, some people were still persevering, while others had retreated back.

They prepared to live out the rest of their lives in the place that had nurtured them.

Liu Hao was once a person with dreams, going to the county town and putting everything he had on the gambling table.

He had enjoyed fine wine and spent money lavishly,

enjoyed beautiful women, and also lost his bets.

Liu Hao felt that his life would just be like this.

When his legs were broken and he couldn't contribute to the gang anymore, the bosses only gave him one choice.

That was to take the two taels of silver the gang subsidized and go home to retire.

It was also to tell the others in the gang about the gang's loyalty.

At least risking their lives for the gang wouldn't be so miserable, not to the point of being penniless.

No one cared about a cripple. Kindness and sympathy would only seem idiotic, exposing one's weaknesses and being seen by those with ulterior motives, thereby cutting off a bright path.

This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.

No one knew Liu Hao's past or his history.

They only knew that he had offended someone he shouldn't have, and then his legs were broken.

The villagers also didn't want to communicate with such a person, because he was crippled and because their own lives were also difficult.

People always want to find friends who can help each other, not friends who burden them, let alone a family.

Cheng Feng stood outside this relatively remote house.

The outer walls of the house were built of stone, which showed the owner's strength in the past.

You should know that Cheng Feng's family now only had a fence.

They didn't even have a mud wall.

The door was an old camphor wood door, with a horizontal wooden bar and lock in the middle of the door handle.

This was the place where Cheng Feng had inquired about learning archery.

The isolated, lame person in the village who could still shoot arrows and hunt was the owner of this house.

Today was the third day of Cheng Feng's visit.

The first day he came with his father in the morning, but no one was there.

The second day he came with his mother at noon, but no one was there.

On the third day, he deliberately came back after fishing in the evening, and waited at the door after dinner.

Watching the sun gradually fall behind the mountains, Cheng Feng felt a little anxious.

It was normal for plans to go wrong, but it was hard to bear not being able to see anyone.

There were also hunters in the village who made a living by hunting.

But they were not very suitable for Cheng Feng.

For half a month, the fish and meat soup had nourished Cheng Feng's family, so they no longer looked as sallow and thin as before.

Long-term nutrition, coupled with running back and forth to the county town, Cheng Feng already had a spirited look and a strong physique, plus the environment of his previous life and Cheng Feng's adult mind, even more formed a unique temperament belonging to Cheng Feng himself.

But no matter how you say it, Cheng Feng was still 16 years old, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't be stronger than an adult.

The other hunters in the village were generally very busy, so the tuition fee was generally 40-50 large coins a year.

There was a precedent for this.

After all, it was learning someone else's unique skills, it was not too much.

First be an apprentice for two years, serving the master in food, clothing, daily life, and trivial matters. The apprentice was free labor and a coolie. If you study hard for a year, the master will take the apprentice into the mountains for actual combat. It will take three years to learn it.

How could Cheng Feng afford to spend that much time?

He just wanted to learn a skill.

He could save up the money if he endured it, but he couldn't accept spending so much time.

Because his subsequent time was planned to be used for reading and literacy.

Being illiterate is being illiterate everywhere, and you can't get to a higher level.

Those who can read and write are always the upper class.

And in the Great Zhou, it also costs money to study.

The most basic tuition fee is one tael of silver per month.

Cheng Feng worked hard to sell fish, and he didn't even earn one tael of silver a month.

And to hire someone to teach, it would cost one tael of silver a month.

If it was a famous person or teacher, you would have to pay ten taels of silver first to have tea and talk. If it was suitable, they would teach, if it was not suitable, they would not teach.

Ten taels of silver was just for tea money, and the choice was not even in your own hands.

There is no harm without comparison.

Cheng Feng once again thanked the nine-year compulsory education of his previous life, and thanked the great Red Flag.

He still knew some principles and social skills, so he wouldn't be said to be stupid and unable to do things behind his back.

If a normal excellent hunter doesn't want to teach, he can only look for another one.

Cheng Feng didn't plan to make a living by hunting for the rest of his life, this was just a transitional option.

So Cheng Feng really didn't want to choose this kind of job that required both paying money and serving people.

He just wanted to learn archery, to see if he could form a skill.

If this road doesn't work, take another road. It is absolutely impossible to serve people.

In his nearly 30 years in his previous life, he had never served anyone like this, let alone now.

At worst, he would continue to fish, and work hard to fish.

But at least he asked for a piece of information.

The lame hunter was also a hunter, as long as he could shoot arrows.

What Cheng Feng needed was his experience. He had already tried it, and it had no effect to let someone without experience say it.

That was completely speculation, and the panel didn't pay any attention to it.

The panel looked down on the foolish humans who were trying to hook up with it in various ways, but unfortunately, the method was wrong!

Moreover, he still had an advantage, which was that he could provide fish and meat, of course, not big fish, which had to be sold for money.

There were always small fish that couldn't be eaten at home. After processing them and putting some coarse salt on them, they could be dried into small dried fish.

They were durable and not wasteful.

And Cheng Feng was planning this idea.

Small dried fish couldn't be put on the table, but they could always be used as a tribute.

If there wasn't much copper money, small dried fish could make up for it.

This was meat!

Cheng Feng had already thought about the various developments and questions that would arise in the future.

But he hadn't seen anyone for two days in a row. Looking at the darkening sky,

the last ray of light shone on Cheng Feng's uncertain face.

If it really didn't work, he would have to give up.

After waiting for a while, Cheng Feng felt like an idiot, too taken for granted, and was about to go home when

a dog bark came from the side path.

Cheng Feng was stunned: "Where did the dog come from? People can't even eat enough these days, and someone is raising a dog?"

Adapting to the dimness, Cheng Feng saw a figure walking with a limp.

When the person came closer, Cheng Feng took the initiative to speak: "Are you Master Liu Hao?"

The person on the other side was also stunned. He didn't have much popularity in the village. Who would come to him at this time?

Seeing that the other side didn't respond, Cheng Feng took the initiative to introduce himself: "Hello, Master Liu, my name is Cheng Feng, my father is Cheng Ming, Cheng Da ShiTou. I'm here to learn archery."

Liu Hao knew that he was a villager when he heard Cheng Feng report his family name, and he wasn't very enthusiastic. "I didn't know you were coming. Let's talk inside first if you have anything to say."

Passing by Cheng Feng, Cheng Feng smelled a heavy smell of sweat, the smell of earth, and the smell of blood.

Feeling for the key on his body, he opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, the dog rushed in first.

The owner casually lit half a candle and began to unload the things he was carrying.

When the lights were lit, the light reappeared.

The messy gray hair, the stubble beard, only the calm eyes seemed to show Cheng Feng the rock-like perseverance.

The countryside in this era went to bed very early, just to avoid unnecessary consumption.

Casually lighting a candle was a symbol of strength.

The leather bag that was unloaded was also full of mountain goods, two rabbits and four pheasants.

There seemed to be two soft strip-shaped things, but Cheng Feng didn't see them clearly.

Cheng Feng didn't play any tricks, and with a trace of embarrassment, he repeated: "Master Liu, I'm really embarrassed to come empty-handed. I've been here for three days and haven't seen anyone. I thought you wouldn't be back today!"

Listening to Cheng Feng saying that he had come for three days in a row, Liu Hao felt embarrassed to put on airs: "I've been hunting in the mountains for these two days. You see, I'm a cripple, so my speed is a bit slower."

Cheng Feng complimented: "Uncle Liu, what are you talking about? Seeing your full harvest makes people admire your strength."

The matter of the slow speed was skipped over.

The main point was to pretend not to hear it.