American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

The pine wood in the furnace exploded into a bright orange spark.

The heat wave hit my face, making it feel hot.

The thermometer in the room reads 22 degrees Celsius.

Outside, it was bitterly cold and snowy, but inside it was like paradise.

Su Wei sank into the soft sofa, the enamel mug beside him steaming.

The hot water flowed down his throat into his stomach, forcefully dispelling the last trace of chill from his bones.

On the carpet, Cotton Candy was struggling with a bare cow leg bone, its two front paws pressing down on the bone, making soft gnawing sounds.

In the very center of the coffee table sits the exquisite deer antler that I just picked up.

Under the light, the dark brown patina is very shiny, and the thick main beam branches out into six forks, exuding a wildness and strength.

Three thousand US dollars.

Suwei's fingers traced the ring of pearl-like bone spurs at the base of the antlers.

It feels rough and hard to the touch.

This is bone, and it's also real gold and silver.

The presence of a missing antler indicates that there must be a large herd of male deer nearby.

Suwei then recalled the U-shaped valley shrouded in wind and snow.

More than thirty Roosevelt deer huddled together in a sheltered spot for warmth.

To him, those stags with their enormous antlers looked like ATMs moving across the snow.

Flesh, skin, and horns.

The total value of a giant adult male stag is conservatively estimated at around 30,000 US dollars.

He only needs to hunt a few animals to almost pay off his debts.

Su Wei's Adam's apple bobbed.

The piece of fatty meat was right next to my mouth, and its aroma was irresistible.

But when they tried to swallow it, they got stuck at a critical point.

transportation.

Weighing between 800 and 1,000 pounds, on a desolate plain with more than a meter of snow, without the help of machines, human strength is laughably small.

Unless it is divided on the spot.

But working in temperatures as low as minus thirty degrees Celsius will attract brown bears with the smell of blood, which is suicidal.

A vehicle is required.

Suwei turned his head, his gaze passing through the frosted window and landing on the garage to the side.

There was a snowmobile lying there.

A big machine that only makes noise for three seconds.

If you have it, you can easily transport a whole deer by attaching it to a sled.

Unfortunately, it's just a pile of scrap metal now.

Su Wei scratched his half-dry hair, leaned back, and stared blankly at the wood grain on the ceiling.

There were guns, prey, and a vehicle.

Unfortunately, the problem lies in the car breaking down, a deadlock caused purely by a lack of technical skill.

The blizzard continues, and heavy snow has blocked the mountain passes.

The repairman from town couldn't come, and I didn't have the money to hire someone myself.

This is like having a whole roasted lamb in front of someone who has been starving for three days, but having their hands tied behind their back.

The feeling of seeing something you can't have is especially torturous.

"Eek?"

Perhaps sensing the oppressive atmosphere on the sofa, the marshmallow on the carpet dropped the bone, and a light orange-white shadow leaped onto the sofa.

The fluffy tail brushed against Suwei's hand, bringing a tingling sensation.

The little guy tilted his head, brought his wet nose close to Suwei's chin and sniffed, his deep blue pupils reflecting Suwei's somewhat annoyed face.

It even stuck out its warm tongue and licked Suwei's fingers soothingly.

Su Wei paused for a moment, then relaxed his tense lips.

"fine."

Suwei reached back and rubbed the little fox's thick neck fur, his fingertips sinking into the warm down.

In this wilderness, anxiety is the least useful thing.

Since the big problem can't be solved for the time being, let's do what we can do first and give our minds a break.

Su Wei bent down and pulled out a piece of pine wood scraps left over from chopping firewood from under the coffee table.

It was a dry piece of red pine, with a strong oily smell.

He then pulled out a folding knife.

"I'll get you a toy."

Suwei pinched the cotton candy's ear.

The little guy immediately perked up, squatted upright on the sofa armrest, and kept his eyes glued to Su Wei's hand movements.

The blade cuts into the wood grain.

laugh.

A soft, relaxing sound.

The curled wood shavings rolled up along the blade, swirling and falling to the ground.

Su Wei's hand was very steady.

The time he spent chopping wood and chiseling ice had greatly improved his wrist strength and control.

The heavy Bowie knife was as obedient as a needle in his hands.

Peel, cut, pick, scrape.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the shape of the pine wood slowly began to emerge.

Su Wei didn't intend to carve any artwork; he simply followed the grain of the wood and casually shaved out a streamlined shape.

It looks like a mouse, or a rabbit with its ears tucked in.

For marshmallows, anything that can be bitten and chased is a good thing.

This monotonous, repetitive action has a peculiar magic; the tactile sensation of the blade cutting through the wood fibers slowly calms Suwei's restless heartbeat.

The final blow.

The tip of the knife gently scraped away a burr on the surface of the wooden mouse.

Suwei blew off the wood dust stuck to it.

【Ding! 】

A crisp electronic sound exploded in the depths of my mind without warning.

Su Wei's movements froze.

A pale blue light curtain unfolds automatically on the retina.

[Complete a simple woodworking project.]

[Life Module Experience +1]

[Triggered branch skill upgrade.]

[Basic Woodworking LV1 (12/100): Proficiency slightly improved.]

It's not long.

Su Wei stared at the prompt for a full ten seconds.

When I was making ice sleds before, the system unlocked the [Simple Woodworking] skill.

He didn't pay attention at the time, thinking it was just a minor skill that came along incidentally.

but now……

Su Wei suddenly sat up straight and casually stuffed the wooden mouse into Cotton Candy's arms.

The little guy excitedly hugged his new toy and rolled into the corner of the sofa, but Suwei didn't even bother to look at it.

His brain is rapidly reorganizing information.

Lifestyle module.

This name is very deceptive.

Cooking gives you experience points, chopping wood gives you experience points, and making a sled unlocks your woodworking skill.

Now even whittling wood increases skill experience.

So, what about repairing things?

In this damn wilderness, isn't fixing things part of life?

Since the "Simple Woodworking" skill can be upgraded by processing wood, can the "Mechanical Repair" skill also be obtained by disassembling and researching machines and grinding it out?

Once this idea takes hold, it spreads like wildfire and cannot be suppressed.

If this logic holds true, and if one can grind for repair skills, then that broken-down snowmobile can be saved.

That herd of deer carrying hundreds of thousands of dollars could be saved!

This is similar to encountering a bug in a game.

Su Wei snapped his folding knife shut and sprang up from the sofa, his movements so fast that even Cotton Candy, who had just caught her toy, was startled.

You can't practice on a snowmobile right away.

That's a delicate device. If it gets damaged during repair, or if one of the springs breaks off and flies into the snow and can't be found, it's completely ruined.

According to the game's logic, you have to defeat smaller monsters before you can fight larger ones.

To verify this idea, you need to find an "experienced baby" to practice on, something simple, broken, and that you won't feel bad about even if you can't fix it.

Su Wei rushed into the storage room at the end of the corridor.

This is a pile of miscellaneous items left by Suwei's parents.

Rusty animal traps, chairs with broken legs, fishing nets with holes, and several old electrical appliances whose names I don't know.

Su Wei's gaze swept quickly across the area.

A chair with a broken leg won't do; that falls under the category of carpentry.

That disassembled washing machine won't work either; the circuit boards are too complex—that's electronic engineering.

We also need to look for those with mechanical structures.

Finally, Suwei's gaze settled on the bottom shelf of the corner unit.

There were toolboxes filled with rust-removing tools.