Starting from 1950

Two mice scurried along the protruding base of the brick wall, where there was no snow. They walked and stopped, seemingly trying to find a gap to slip into the flour mill.

Su Yang frowned. He was almost 100% sure he would hit one of the arrows, but he figured the other one would be scared away.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to follow his heart, loosened the bowstring, took out another arrow, and nocked both arrows onto the bow and drew it halfway.

"Whoosh!" Two soft sounds blended into one.

The two mice didn't even squeak before they fell to the ground in the snow, their bodies convulsing involuntarily.

"Player has gained 4 experience points!"

This time, Su Yang aimed for their heads, sparing them the pain of the rat they had just suffered.

"Just as I thought! I'm a sharpshooter who never misses!"

Su Yang smiled smugly and trudged through the thick snow, his steps uneven.

Instead of touching the rat carcasses with his hands, he pulled over some wild grass from the base of the wall, tied two loose knots around the rats' legs, and pulled them up.

Su Yang carried the two heavy rats, crunching through the snow as he continued forward.

The sunlight shone on the snow, reflecting a dazzling light, and his heart burned with passion.

These two mice cost 1600 yuan!

Including the one from this morning, I've already made 2400 yuan today.

More importantly, his experience points on the panel have reached 78, and he only needs to kill 11 more rats to level up!

He counted the remaining wooden arrows; there were 14 left.

A hint of anticipation flashed in Su Yang's eyes.

......

"Woof woof!"

At the entrance of the residential compound, Old Xie chopped off the rat's tail with a knife and threw the rat's carcass to the big yellow dog that was wagging its tail frantically to the side.

This autumn, the flour mill was infested with rats, and the task of exterminating them was assigned to the security department.

Thirty-odd soldiers who were ruthless killers on the battlefield were stumped by a tiny mouse.

Because it's a flour factory, rat poison is definitely not allowed for food safety reasons.

At first, some people thought of using cats to deal with mice, but later everyone realized that this would not work.

Cats are indeed excellent at catching mice, but they also have a playful side.

Especially when cats come in packs, the damage they cause when they get rowdy is no less than that caused by mice.

Mousetraps are useless; once a mouse is caught and killed, no matter how clean they are, other mice will not fall for them again.

Moreover, because it's located next to a flour mill, the rats here have no shortage of food, so ordinary bait simply can't attract those animals.

Driven to desperation, the security department sent a group of sharpshooters to shoot rats.

In the end, not many rats were killed, but a lot of things were damaged. Occasionally, when bullets ripped rats to shreds, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, which was not only troublesome to clean up, but also easy to spread diseases.

This led to the offer of a reward for all employees and their families to catch rats.

The big yellow dog was kept on night watch by the flour mill's security department, and the security officer in charge of training the dog also lived in this residential compound.

When Old Xie occasionally received rats, he would cut off their tails and hand them over, while the rat carcasses mostly ended up in the belly of Big Yellow Dog.

"So that's why Erhu ran all this way. Turns out he smelled meat. Dahuang's had a treat, eating meat for two days in a row." A man in his late twenties, dressed in a khaki military uniform, walked up to the gate with a smile.

"Xiao Yu is off work?" Old Xie greeted him.

Yu Feng lived in the family compound for more than half a year. The shift handover time of the security department was different from that of ordinary workers. He would come back from get off work in the afternoon every day. Because Old Xie often fed Erhu rat meat, the two were very familiar with each other.

"Speaking of which, the rat meat we fed Erhu yesterday and today was obtained by the same child."

Old Xie couldn't help but share his doubts with Yu Feng: "You'd never guess what that kid used to kill the rats."

Seeing that he was being mysterious, Yu Feng graciously asked, "With what? You don't mean, you used a gun?"

Old Xie smiled mysteriously, "Use a bow and arrow!"

"What the heck?"

Yu Feng was immediately skeptical.

"Let me tell you, just now..."

Just as Old Xie was about to explain to Yu Feng, he caught a glimpse of a short figure walking over the wall.

He pointed over there, "Hey! That kid's back. Ask him yourself...wait, what's that string of things he's carrying?"

Yu Feng looked in the direction Old Xie was pointing and was completely stunned.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy walked from a distance, his steps faltering slightly due to the snow.

He carried a hastily twisted straw rope in his left hand, from which hung several fat, dead rats, swaying with his steps.

He held the old bow in his right hand, and the rope he was pulling along also had a string of dead rats, more than the one in his left hand at first glance.

"My goodness!"

Old Xie exclaimed in surprise, and the enamel mug in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing hot water all over the floor.

He didn't bother picking up the teacup, and rushed over to meet Su Yang, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth between the dead rats Su Yang was carrying in his left and right hands.

"You've only been gone a short while and you've killed so many rats? Quickly count them, how many are there in total?"

He opened his mouth wide, his goatee trembling, and his cloudy old eyes stared intently at the two strings of spoils, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I counted them already, there are 16 in total!" Su Yang said with a radiant smile.

Hunting rats in the snow in the dead of winter is no joke. Even though his body had been enhanced by the character panel, he was still exhausted and cold by the time he reached the end of the wall.

Fortunately, he leveled up at that time, which not only swept away his fatigue but also improved his physical fitness.

"16 of them..."

Yu Feng, who was standing next to him, gasped in shock.

He was the squad leader of the security department, and his marksmanship was among the best in the department.

But the scene before him completely overturned his understanding: a child who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old used a simple wooden bow to shoot and kill sixteen rats in the wild in less than half a day!

"Thank you, sir," Su Yang walked up and handed over the heavy spoils of war. "They're all here. Please issue the receipt."

"Did you really shoot this with a bow and arrow?" Yu Feng asked with some doubt.

Su Yang glanced at Yu Feng's military uniform, then handed him the two strings of rats, saying, "You can check them."

Yu Feng took it without hesitation, threw the rat carcass on the ground, went into the next room and took out a fire hook, and began to dig around.

His examination revealed something even more shocking.

All of these rats had their heads pierced, and some of them still had splinters in their wounds.

Based on the shape of the wound, it appears to have been caused by a single, penetrating wound.

If someone pierced the rat's head after it had died, the wound wouldn't be so neat.

All this evidence suggests that the rat was indeed killed by the wooden arrow.

Yu Feng couldn't help but look up and scrutinize Su Yang closely.

This child is fair-skinned and has exceptionally handsome features; it's easy to predict that he'll grow up to be a heartthrob.

This made it impossible for him to associate him with the archer.

People come and go from the entrance of the residential compound from time to time, most of them women going out to buy groceries.

More and more women were drawn by the commotion at the door and gathered around, chattering and marveling at the spectacle.

"My God! So many rats!"

"16 of them, at 800 each, that's 12,800! That's more than my husband's daily wage!"

"Did this kid do all this? Is he a hunter from the mountains reincarnated?"

"Look at that bow! It's that old Niu family's most treasured piece of junk. I've seen it many times. It even went rabbit hunting outside the city with Old Niu. Has it become a divine weapon in his hands?"

All eyes were on Su Yang, filled with shock, admiration, and even blatant envy.

Old Xie's hands trembled so badly that he counted the mice three times before he crookedly wrote "six mice" in his notebook, tore off 16 reward coupons worth eight hundred yuan each, and handed them to Su Yang.

Su Yang happily accepted the reward coupon and put it in his pocket along with the previous one. He wondered if the consumer club still had any meat left. Since it was a great start to the year, he should definitely buy some meat to celebrate.

Yu Feng finally snapped out of his shock. He stepped forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over Su Yang from head to toe with undisguised scrutiny: "Little guy, who taught you archery? How many years have you practiced to get that accuracy?"