Chen Ergou was also very curious about what rare equipment this group of rich kids would bring into the mountains, he thought that hunting rifles were the most likely possibility, and he looked forward to seeing the upgraded version of the hunting rifles style. His greatest understanding of the outside world came from the library of a dilapidated high school, where he roughly knew that hunting had begun to become popular in the country, and he heard that the Lushui River Changbai Mountain Hunting Grounds entertained many wealthy customers who bought fresh game every year.

  He walked to the village head with his hands in his sleeves, following behind a group of people. He was shocked and amazed by the several large vehicles he had never seen before. Chen Ergou could clearly feel their majesty, and at the same time, he discovered that two of them had unusual license plates: one started with "Shen K3" and the other with "Shen Y7", with red letters and black numbers in a clean and neat font, curved at the corners, which made Chen Ergou absurdly think of "The Red and the Black".

  Although he was a frog at the bottom of the well and absolutely did not understand what "Shen K3" meant, coming from Heilongjiang Province Military Region, but roughly guessed that the owner of this car was not simple. He subconsciously took another look at the woman who refused to put down her camera, she seemed to be sitting in that "Shen Y7" with a wooden stick. He withdrew his gaze and saw the young masters unloading equipment from their cars, Chen Erdogu was stunned for a moment, muttering: "Bow?"

  Hunting can be divided into gun hunting, bow hunting and knife hunting. In Chen Ergous opinion, gun hunting is like catching fish with a net, while bow hunting is like fishing with a rod. Both require skills, but the latter is undoubtedly more challenging. Chen Ergou didnt think it was a pleasant thing to go into the mountains with this group of amateur archers. Hunting in the mountains isnt about sightseeing; who knows when one or two starving beasts will run out? Chen Ergou stared at these eager city folks with a mixture of shock and amusement, wondering if they really thought they were gods of archery just because they liked to spend money on thrilling experiences.

  Bows, complex to the point of being dense, filled with a metallic aura, were completely different from the homemade bows Chen Ergou was used to. They looked even colder, and just looking at those arrows made people feel bloody. Each one seemed to be grinning at Chen Ergou, showing off their novelty. Anyway, they were some very new-fangled bows, at least Chen Ergou had never seen anything like them before, although he had been wandering around in the mountains for nearly twenty years. He didnt really like bows, but Fu Gui loved them, genuinely loved them, just like he himself liked the outside world. So Chen Ergou thought that if he could make some real money this time, he would get one of those things and give it to Fu Gui. What he didnt know was that the money he earned would definitely not be enough to buy such a bow and arrow.

  The silly big guy went home, changed his clothes, and came to the village head with a huge bow and a cloth bag. He handed Chen Ergou a hunting knife and a pair of boots made of strange leather. After Chen Ergou put on the shoes, he put his original Liberation Shoes into the cloth bag. Then he shouted at the group of wealthy people who were busy dividing their work: "We can set off now."

  Unexpectedly, Chen Erdogu didnt seem to be very interested in those extremely advanced cold weapon techniques of archery, he just took a brief glance and then turned his head back to continue smiling foolishly at puzzled Chen Erdog.

  It was those city people who saw this nearly two-meter-tall, burly man with a huge cow-horn bow on his back that had an extreme visual impact. His explosive muscles were so prominent that he looked even wilder than the trainers at the gym. It wasnt until then that everyone felt that this fool actually had some masculine beauty to him, especially with that enormous bow that made people feel like their compound bows or recurve bows were a bit like toys, giving them a subtle sense of defeat.

  A group of people entered the mountain in a long and majestic procession.

  The silly big one leads the way, Chen Ergou follows behind, and behind his butt is a not very eye-catching local dog, wandering around Chen Ergou in a very affectionate manner.

  Perhaps it was because of the big and hasty pace, after walking for about an hour, the girl shouted that she was tired. Chen Ergou did not object, and they were just about to enter the mountain forest, so taking a rest would not be a big deal. Seeing the delicate beauty, Miss Big Sister, about to sit her butt on a tree stump, Chen Ergou immediately stopped her, shouting: "Dont sit!"

  The pretty girl who was startled stared fiercely at the country bumpkin in front of her, and others also looked at Chen Ergou. The troublemaker frowned and said, "This is the rule of the mountain."

  That group of people didnt quite understand what "rules" meant, but they also didnt make things difficult for Chen Erdog. The pretty girl had a boyfriend coaxing her and she was smiling and laughing to dissipate the tension. Chen Erdog squatted on the ground, stroking the head of that stray dog, his eyes warm, the dogs fur shiny black, somewhat like a wolf, but unfortunately its body was covered in scars. Although it wasnt big in stature, occasionally it would reveal a hint of ferocity, but facing Chen Erdog, this scarred black dog only wagged its tail. Dumb Big Guy stood nearby, smiling and watching the scene of one person and one dog.

  Crunch.

  The flash lit up, and Chen Ergou and his dogs intimate scene was frozen. The woman holding the camera still stood in front of Chen Ergou, her tone calm, asking: "Were you reciting something to yourself before entering the mountain, following a certain ritual?"

  Chen Ergou nodded and glanced at the tree stump, explaining: "The older generation says thats the pillow of the mountain head, cant sit."

  The woman asked in a low voice: "Do you believe?"

  "Letter."

  Chen Ergou said bluntly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, "Dont laugh."

  This made the silly big guy who was originally grinning shut his mouth immediately. Chen Er Gou let out a whistle, and the black dog instantly sprinted out with incredible agility, disappearing into the dense forest in an instant. He slowly got up, looking at the woman and saying: "I know youre like Fu Gui, neither of you believes this either, thats right, both of you are atheists, materialists, believing this is too feudal and outdated."

  The woman put away the camera and smiled lightly: "Actually, using scientific methods can explain your taboo. The roots of the tree stump are underground, which makes some miasma seep out from the wood grain and evaporate. If people sit for a long time, their bodies will inevitably get sick due to the invasion of damp air."

  Chen Ergou was stunned for a moment and said: "Have you studied this?"

  She shook her head and said: "I didnt study this, I just saw it and thought of it."

  Chen Ergou scratched his head with a somewhat emotional tone and said, "You must have attended an undergraduate university, right?"

  She smiled slightly, as if she had heard a rather amusing joke, but didnt explain, just nodded in acknowledgement. She took a second, more serious look at this somewhat clever "difficult commoner". Was the definition of intelligence in his world really just being an undergraduate? She sighed and looked up at the scenery on top of the birch forest, muttering to herself: "This is the best of times, this is the worst of times."

  Chen Ergou wouldnt have understood even if he had heard it, because that was the most authentic old-fashioned English accent. This guy who had almost zero English speaking skills probably wouldnt have failed to get into a third-tier university if he hadnt been dragged down by English. Although for him, getting into a third-tier university or a vocational school meant the same thing. His high school English teacher, whose oral English was terrible, probably couldnt even pass the CET-4 himself, so its no wonder his students performance was so bad.

  She suddenly asked: "Ask a somewhat impolite question, why are you called Er Gou?"

  Chen Erdou self-deprecatingly said: "My original name is not good to call, plus at home there are just two dogs, the villagers started calling me this nickname, at first I didnt adapt, but after listening to it for a while, I got used to it and it doesnt matter."

  The woman was slightly stunned, apparently unable to accept this harmless fact for her. She suddenly saw the leather boots on Chen Ergous feet and said, "Are these not canvas shoes?"

  Chen Er Gou really didnt think that this young lady would know about the Mongolian boots, it seems like she knows a little bit of everything, women are too smart for their own good. Suddenly her eyes dimmed slightly, as if recalling some memories, she took a deep breath and nodded: "Its Mongolian boots, made by my mother with her own hands, using cowhide from the buttocks and spine area, mixed with Mongolian grass and sewn together to keep warm and dry, comfortable and sturdy. A large piece of cowhide can only make four pairs, its a treasure for us."

  She smiled and said: "Its very precious."

  Chen Ergou smiled, taking her approval as a casual courtesy. He smiled somewhat shyly and reservedly, an old habit of his when facing girls, let alone beautiful and wealthy city princesses. His palms were already sweating profusely, but fortunately, his acting skills were still passable, hiding his nervousness fairly well. However, he was unaware that his tightly clenched fists had long been quietly caught in this womans keen eyesight.

  The woman smiled and asked: "What about your other dog?"

  Chen Ergou hesitated for a moment and said calmly: "Hes dead."

  She was stunned for a moment and then whispered: "Sorry."

  Chen Ergou stared at her, as if he had spotted a 500-600 jin wild boar, but this wild boar was as beautiful as a flower, which made the woman feel somewhat uneasy for the first time, and she subconsciously pushed up her glasses.