When Chen Fan rushed over following the sound, he saw a small house surrounded by people, and the sound of discussions could be heard among the crowd.
"Why did Xiao Hong get so depressed that she hanged herself?"
"Alas, her husband didn't come home yesterday, and her child died a few years ago, leaving her alone. I guess she felt that life was meaningless, so she committed suicide, right?"
"Why bother?"
"It's right. These days, we have no food to eat. Death is also a kind of relief."
After this was said, most people fell silent.
Yes, it is better to die and end all trouble than to live a hard life. However, death requires courage.
"Make way, everyone. Make way."
As the voice sounded, two adult men came out carrying a pale, emaciated body of a woman on a simple stretcher.
The woman's tongue stuck out a long way, which was very scary.
At least Chen Fan's heart started beating wildly when he saw it for the first time.
However, everyone present had become accustomed to it, or rather, numb to it. Even children under ten years old dared to watch intently.
Chen Guodong finally walked out of the house, looking extremely remorseful, because if Zhuzi had not died yesterday, this woman would not have been so upset.
His voice was a little hoarse. He first comforted everyone, then looked at the several adult men in the crowd and said, "Everyone get ready. We will go out hunting in half an hour."
Several people looked at each other and nodded.
The person is gone, but the life of the living must go on.
"When did you come?"
After the crowd dispersed, Chen Guodong walked up to Chen Fan and asked.
"Just arrived not long ago."
Chen Fan still felt a lingering fear when he thought of the appearance of the corpse just now.
Chen Guodong nodded, turned and left.
"dad."
Chen Fan suddenly asked: "Do you have any extra bows and arrows? I want to learn archery."
Chen Guodong turned around, somewhat surprised. In his impression, his son was somewhat introverted and cowardly. Asking him to fight a ferocious beast would undoubtedly cost him his life.
Why today
"I want to become stronger."
Chen Fan said from the bottom of his heart: "I don't want to starve to death."
There was a look of relief in Chen Guodong's eyes, although it was only a fleeting one.
"Bows and arrows, yes. Go to the warehouse and find Uncle Zhang. Tell him I asked you to go. There are several bows in there. Find the smallest one and try it."
"How many bows?"
Chen Fan was surprised.
He thought last night that there were very few iron bows in the camp, otherwise why were there only two or three people equipped with them? Now, from what his father said, it seemed that there were quite a few bows and arrows
Chen Guodong glanced at him, as if he could see what he was thinking, and said in a muffled voice: "Archery is not as easy to practice as you think. In other words, it is very difficult to practice. If you practice well, you can kill a ferocious beast with one arrow from 20 to 30 meters away. If you don't practice well, it's no better than a knife."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Chen Fan had a bad feeling in his heart, thinking that he had taken things for granted. But since he had already said it, he could only bite the bullet and give it a try.
The warehouse is located in the northwest of the camp. There are few people along the way. Obviously, everyone stays quietly at home to conserve heat.
When he arrived, he was surprised to find that there were several young men of similar age to himself practicing shooting in the open space at the door.
That being said, it actually just means holding a two-meter-long spear and stabbing forward continuously.
Behind the young man, there was a middle-aged man with a shabby face. He walked with a limp, corrected the movements of several people, and shouted the words "collect" and "stab".
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and thought, this person is probably the Uncle Zhang that his father mentioned.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Before he could get close, the lame man turned around and looked him up and down.
Several young men behind him also took this opportunity to stop what they were doing and looked at him curiously.
"Uncle Zhang, my father is..."
"I know you."
The lame man smiled inexplicably, "You are Chen Guodong's son. You ate wild fruit a few days ago and almost died, right?"
Chen Fan smiled awkwardly.
"Are you here to practice shooting as well?"
"I think I should try the bow and arrow first." Chen Fan said.
Several young men looked at each other, and there seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between them.
"Here comes another one."
The lame man raised his lips and said, "Come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly, stared at those people and said, "Are you still lazy? Sweat more now, bleed less later, understand?"
Several young men immediately shuddered and practiced their shooting skills again.
Chen Fan followed the lame man into the house and was shocked by the dazzling array of weapons. In this spacious space, there were swords, spears, halberds, shields, axes and other cold weapons, and even a few homemade cannons.
The lame man noticed his gaze, raised his lips slightly, and said, "Without gunpowder, it's useless. Here, that's the bow you want. Pick one."
Chen Fan looked to the left and saw several longbows hanging on the wall. From left to right, they gradually became larger. The smallest was only one meter long, and the largest was nearly two meters long, almost as tall as a human.
He swallowed, looked at the lame man, and said honestly: "Uncle Zhang, how about I start with the one on the far left?"
"You have some self-awareness, kid."
The lame man chuckled, took out the bow, applied a little force, and with a "buzz" sound, the bowstring vibrated rapidly. There was no doubt that if it hit someone's face, it would only break the skin.
"To draw this bow, you need at least 40 kilograms of strength. It shouldn't be a problem to kill a low-level beast with one arrow within 20 steps. Let's give it a try."
After saying that, he threw the bow over.
Chen Fan hurriedly took it, held the bow in his left hand, took an arrow in his right hand, aimed at the target not far away, and slowly pulled the bowstring. He suddenly felt strenuous and could not help but grit his teeth. He used all his strength to finally pull the bowstring to its full extent, and then suddenly let go.
“Bang!”
With a slight sound, the arrow flew out, and Chen Fan felt that his whole body was shaking. As for his right arm, he could hardly lift it.
But at this moment, the attribute panel in my mind underwent subtle changes.
Skills: Basic Archery, LV0 (1%)
"???"
For a moment, Chen Fan had the urge to scream out loud, but fortunately he held it back.
Unexpectedly, just by picking up the bow and arrow and practicing for a while, I unlocked a skill, basic archery. Although the level is 0, the progress bar behind it has reached 1%.
This represents hope, doesn't it
By analogy, if he gets a sword, can he also unlock the basic sword and knife skills? If he fights with fists, even the turtle fist, maybe he can also unlock the basic boxing skills
At this moment, Chen Fan felt full of energy.
"?"
The lame man frowned as he looked at Chen Fan, whose eyes were wide open and excitement was almost written on his face.
Do young people have such low standards for themselves these days? Are they so happy just because they can pull the most ordinary bow
The key is, you only open it once