We agreed on a famine year, so how come your family has enough rice and wheat flour?

Lin Feng left Dongshan Village and walked seven or eight li to the foot of the eastern side of Heifeng Mountain.

They didn't choose to take the mountain path, so they didn't encounter any bandits along the way.

Lin Feng remembered that his elder brother was knocked down and trampled to death by a group of wild boars on this mountain, and he himself was not spared and became an idiot.

I first strolled around the eastern hillside, but unfortunately I didn't find any wild ginseng.

Lin Feng was not discouraged, because there were still two other ways.

One option is to go to the county town to buy precious wild ginseng that is at least thirty years old, which would cost several dozen taels of silver.

Another option is to find a way to get it from Chen Youtian. He tricked Liu Yu with the radish, and he really should still be at home...

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about the wild ginseng.

A soft rustling sound came from the right front, like weeds being gently rustled.

Lin Feng immediately stopped and listened intently.

Apart from the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the pine forest, there was no other sound.

Lin Feng crouched down and approached the direction from which the sound had come, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Not far away, two faded feathers, red and green, covered with mud, were stuck diagonally among the decaying leaves.

On a nearby patch of flattened moss, several small, three-lobed claw prints were clearly visible, their edges still damp.

"A pheasant just passed by!" Lin Feng was overjoyed!

Lin Feng took out his hunting bow from his basket and picked out an ordinary birchwood arrow from his quiver.

His eyes were like those of a hawk, his back was bent, and his thick fingers held an arrow between his fingers, gently nocking it on the bowstring.

Following the trail, the pheasant stealthily moves about; at the slightest sign of trouble, it will flap its wings and take flight.

A moment later, Lin Feng made a new discovery: in the bushes, a pheasant was sometimes pecking at pine nuts, sometimes preening its back feathers with its beak, and the fleshy comb on its head trembled slightly with the movements.

The pheasant was unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

"What a plump pheasant! It must weigh at least five pounds. Enough for my wife and me to have a meal!"

Lin Feng smiled slightly, estimating that he was about ten feet away from the pheasant.

He held his breath, raised his bow to aim, and quietly drew the string.

"call out!"

"puff!"

An arrow struck the bamboo partridge precisely, and the partridge fell to the ground with a thud, kicked its legs and flapped its wings twice, and then gradually fell silent.

Lin Feng walked over, pulled out the arrow, wiped the blood off its surface, and put it back in the quiver.

Then I picked up the pheasant that had been killed and put it into my basket.

Lin Feng continued wandering in the mountains, during which he discovered many pheasants.

However, this time he wasn't so lucky. No matter how careful Lin Feng was, the pheasants immediately noticed him. They were familiar with the terrain and took flight.

Lin Feng chased the pheasant to a shady, steep slope. After disappearing into a dense pine forest, the pheasant vanished without a trace. He never had a chance to draw his bow and arrow, and he sighed with regret.

Just as we were leaving, a unique fragrance wafted on the wind, sweet but not cloying, carrying the fresh scent of pine needles and wildflowers.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat; the taste was honey, and of exceptional quality.

Holding my breath and focusing, I followed the scent.

On a cliff, about two zhang high, a honeycomb the size of a head hangs in a staggered pattern, with a few drops of golden, translucent honey clinging to its sides.

Several smaller rock bees buzzed in and out.

It's still "cliff honey," a type of honey considered a delicacy with extremely high nutritional and medicinal value, and a pound can fetch a considerable sum.

As Lin Feng was about to approach, a group of young bears with broad heads, short snouts, shiny black bodies, and thick limbs rushed to the foot of the cliff and looked up at the beehive with longing eyes.

Lin Feng immediately pulled his foot back after taking a step and hid behind a tree.

Bad luck!

We actually encountered a baby bear.

This suggests there are definitely other adult bears nearby, possibly even two.

Lin Feng felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.

Adult bears weigh over 300 pounds, are known for their volatile temper and formidable fighting prowess; when enraged, they are even capable of attacking tigers.

The bear cub licked its lips and then carefully and clumsily climbed the cliff.

Lin Feng stared wide-eyed, gripping his hunting bow tightly, but he wasn't confident he could kill the bear with a single arrow.

Soon, the bear cub struggled to reach the vicinity of the beehive. Its two short legs stepped on the protruding rocks of the cliff, and it laboriously stretched out one paw to try to knock the beehive down.

Just as I was filming, I suddenly slipped.

Although the bear cub managed to hit the honeycomb, it slipped and fell, resulting in insufficient strength and only causing the honeycomb to sway slightly.

boom!

The bear cub landed sprawled on its back, crashing heavily to the ground. Despite its thick skin and flesh, the fall from a height of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) still left it stunned.

Buzz!

Before the bear cub could react, the rock bees from the hive swarmed out, as if enraged, and pounced on the cub.

Seeing this, the bear cub ignored the pain and scrambled away for its life.

A moment later, the bear cub and Yan Feng had disappeared from Lin Feng's sight.

This was an unexpected opportunity for Lin Feng.

While the rock bees were being led away by the bear cub, Lin Feng came to the foot of the cliff, put down his basket, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his hands.

The next moment, Lin Feng, with a short knife in his mouth, climbed up with the agility of a monkey, calmly and effortlessly.

Climbing was a piece of cake for him; in his previous life, he had personally trained the king of reconnaissance soldiers in a certain war zone.

Soon, Lin Feng climbed up to the side of the beehive.

He gripped a rock with his left hand to steady himself, and held a short knife in his right.

After examining the honeycomb, he cut off half of the area with a layer of beeswax on its surface and precisely dropped it into the basket on the ground.

The remaining half is left for the rock bees to survive the winter.

After finishing, Lin Feng licked the blade of the short knife. The wild honey was sweet as honey, with a long aftertaste, and carried a unique floral and herbal fragrance.

Top-notch!

Lin Feng nimbly descended the cliff and returned to the ground.

Picking up the basket, Lin Feng ran quickly until he was out of Black Wind Mountain before stopping.

Finally, Lin Feng chopped a small bundle of firewood, tied it with straw rope, stuffed it into his basket, and returned to the village with a full harvest, as the sun set.

When they were three miles from the village, three men dressed in short clothes suddenly jumped out, surrounded Lin Feng with knives, and quickly snatched the hunting bow from his hand.

Lin Feng immediately recognized one of the men as Chen Youtian's servant, A Bing.

"What do you mean by this?" Lin Feng asked calmly, looking at the three men wielding large knives.

"You've offended our master, do you think you'll see the sun rise again tomorrow?!"

Ah Bing held a long knife to Lin Feng's neck, looking fierce and menacing.

Lin Feng suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. It was Chen Youtian who sent you here."

"We know you hunters are strong and skilled with arrows. Now that you've lost your bows and our long knives are at your necks, let's see how you resist!" Ah Bing sneered.

"There's a grove of trees on the left. Go that way, or we'll beat you up, drag you into the grove, and cut your head off!"

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you." Lin Feng said calmly, turning around and walking towards the grove of trees.

This place is very secluded; if you kill someone here, probably no one will even find out.

Even if it were discovered, they would suspect that it was done by the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold on the mountain.

"Alright, let's stop here." After venturing deeper into the forest and observing the surroundings, Ah Bing called for a halt.

"In your next life, be a good person!" Ah Bing grinned and raised his broadsword high.

Just as Ah Bing's broadsword was about to fall, Lin Feng suddenly turned around, and a flash of silver light appeared in his hand.

puff!

Ah Bing's pupils contracted as a short knife silently pierced his chest, blood spurting out.

The whole process was as fast as lightning. The other servants didn't even have time to react and watched helplessly as Ah Bing fell straight to the ground.

The ground, covered with withered leaves, was stained dark red by Ah Bing's gushing blood, and a stench hung in the air.

Lin Feng stood tall and straight, holding a short knife. Blood beads gathered at the tip of the knife rolled down. Looking at the two stunned men, a cold smile appeared on his blood-stained face.

"Killing you will also rid the villagers of a scourge!"