NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 1 The Great Xia Dynasty
In a dilapidated thatched house, Chen Mo opened his eyes.
Looking at everything in front of me, as well as the appearance of myself who is twelve or thirteen years old.
He guessed that he had traveled through time as written in the novel.
My head suddenly felt dizzy, as if it was being bombarded by a giant ship.
The memories of the original owner of this body flashed through Chen Mo's mind like a torrent.
According to the original person's memory, the original owner's name was the same as his own, and they were both named Chen Mo.
And now he is in a place similar to the ancient world, called the Great Xia Dynasty. There is nothing that can be connected with the large and small dynasties in history that Chen Mo is familiar with.
It seems that I have not traveled to ancient China, but to a different world.
Moreover, his current situation is not good. His parents died of illness seven days ago, and the original body of his body also died of such grief and anger.
Now he is in a small mountain village called Houtu Village. The average life expectancy of the people in the village is only thirty or forty years old.
Especially in winter, the food reserves are only enough for one meal a day.
Some people even starved to death, and there were no more than two literate people in the entire village.
Without thinking, Chen Mo immediately understood that his main purpose was to survive.
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In his previous life, Chen Mo was a killer, but he was betrayed by his dearest person during a critical mission. He woke up from a coma and came here.
He still couldn't figure out why his most beloved woman betrayed him?
Haha, women’s love and all that are the most ridiculous lies.
Since God has allowed me to live another life, I must reach the top in this life. I will kill people when others stand in my way, and I will kill Buddha when I stand in the way of Buddha. Even if I kill gods and demons, I will not hesitate.
However, the growling of his stomach brought him back to his senses, and Chen Mo slowly sat up from the bed.
The hunger in his stomach was like a whirlpool, trying to swallow him up.
I'm so hungry. If I don't eat anymore, I will starve to death.
After rummaging through this dilapidated thatched house of less than 20 square meters, I finally found two steamed buns inside a black pot.
It was also a good thing that this guy's original body had long been determined to die and had no idea of eating, so he could give Chen Mo something to eat.
I poured a glass of water and immediately devoured the two steamed buns. In less than ten seconds, I finished them.
The hunger in my stomach was temporarily relieved.
An extremely small, imperceptible heat flow spreads out in the internal organs and Dantian within the body.
Although it was very weak and only for a moment, as a killer, with amazing powers of perception, he sensed it immediately.
This heat flow seems to be slowly repairing his physical strength, and it seems to be able to slightly enhance his strength.
Is this my golden finger from time travel? It's a shame there aren't more foods for me to experiment with.
Walking out of the thatched hut, I looked at the vast wasteland, a piece of loess, and dozens of thatched huts. There were less than 200 men, women, and children in the entire village.
This is the small village of Houtu Village.
"Chen Mo, you kid finally came out, even though your parents suddenly died of illness.
But you have to be grieving and accept the changes, and understand that in a small village like ours, birth, old age, illness and death are normal. "
A dark and honest-looking middle-aged man came over and comforted Chen Mo.
Based on his memory, Chen Mo remembered that this was Uncle Wang Qiang who lived next door to his house.
"Uncle Wang, don't worry, I already understand. I want to go hunting in the mountains with you."
Chen Mo said with firm eyes.
He is now empty-handed, with nothing and nothing to rely on?
There is only one way to survive, go into the mountains and hunt.
Although I have experience as a killer, this body is too weak. I must go in with an old hunter, which will greatly increase the safety.
"this."
Wang Qiang had a look of embarrassment on his face. After all, Chen Mo was too young. Although the children in the village all went to the mountains early to hunt, the youngest was still 14 years old.
Chen Mo's current physical fitness is really poor.
"Please, Uncle Wang."
Chen Mo looked at him with a sincere expression.
After all, this is a small mountain village with simple folk customs. Wang Qiang couldn't bear to see Chen Mo like this.
"Okay! Then get ready. I will go hunting in the mountains with me in the afternoon. If anything happens, follow me. Be careful.
According to the rules of the village, what you hunt for one month when you first start learning belongs to you, and half of what you hunt for the second month belongs to me. "
Wang Qiang said slowly.
Originally, he thought that this child was so pitiful and didn't want to take anything from him, but he had no choice. This is the rule of the village and everyone must abide by it.
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang. I'll go back and prepare some tools." Chen Mo thanked him, clasping his hands.
When he returned home, he found his father's hunting knife, which was his only hunting tool.
There is no way, in this poor place, a hunting bow is a very rare thing, there is not one in the whole village.
One of the reasons is that hunting bows are rare. The main reason is that the cost of bows and arrows is too expensive. If they want to use them for ordinary hunting, they can't afford them.
"Shh..."
He picked up his dagger-like hunting knife with his right hand, swung it up, and made a few false blows forward, which was like a fierce attack.
Although Chen Mo's physical quality is very weak, his experience as a killer in his previous life with a knife makes up for it.
Of course, it's not that Chen Mo doesn't want to take good care of himself before going hunting in the mountains.
After all, in this small village, no one has enough to eat, and no one has extra food for him, so he can only hunt as soon as possible, otherwise he will be hungry for a day or two, and his body will be even weaker by then.
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In the afternoon, Chen Mo followed Wang Qiang closely into the mountain.
Wang Qiang was indeed an old hunter. He walked straight along the winding path and went deep into the mountains. He encountered no danger on the way and looked like he was familiar with the road.
When passing by a small river, Chen Mo saw his own appearance through the reflection in the water. His face was sallow and his muscles were thin, and his body was all skin and bones. Only his eyes were still alive.
Dressed in gray cloth, with hair as long as hay, he looked completely malnourished.
While walking along the way, Wang Qiang explained to Chen Mo how to catch prey. Regardless of the people in the village, most of them were illiterate, but most of their methods of catching prey were using traps.
Firstly, it is safe, and secondly, it reduces the difficulty of arrest.
Wang Qiang took Chen Mo to several traps on the outskirts of the mountain to see if any prey had been trapped.
The first trap, the second trap, and the third trap were all fruitless.
We arrived at the last trap.
"Shh!"
Wang Qiang raised his fingers to his mouth and stopped Chen Mo.
In the fourth trap, Wang Qiang made a trap made of thorn grass. At this time, he was firmly locking the right foot of a wild boar that weighed about 100 kilograms.
It tried desperately to break free, but found that the more it struggled, the more painful it became, and blood kept flowing.