Chapter Seventeen: Wang Yang's Roar
That night, Wang Yang only ate a few mouthfuls of meat and two fruits, then put the remaining three fruits into the rabbit skin waist bag, and also grabbed a handful of chestnuts to prepare for the next day.
On the second day, he followed the adults into the forest and again entered the depths of the forest alone.
He ventured into the depths of the forest twice, each time being enveloped in the shadow of death, accompanied by all sorts of life-threatening dangers.
But the ancients had long ago succinctly summarized that humans die for wealth, and birds perish for food. Although the deep forest is fraught with danger, it is a natural hunting ground where food is everywhere.
It is also said by the ancients that if you don't enter a tiger's lair, how can you get its cubs? The world is vast and wide, only those who are capable will occupy it!
As long as there is enough survival ability, even a death training ground can become a joyful paradise.
Wang Yang had no choice but to come in, whether he was willing or not.
He carried a large wooden bucket and came under the green fruit tree where he had stayed last time.
This tree hasn't been seen for a month, the green fruit on the tree has turned into red fruit and is fully ripe. Its appearance is somewhat like an apple, but it tastes like a lychee. It doesn't matter what kind of fruit it is anymore.
Wang Yang put the wooden bucket on his back onto the ground, the bucket was about 50 cm high, with a diameter of 50 cm and weighed up to 40 kg.
The area is approximately 1.96 square meters, and the volume is approximately 0.97 cubic meters.
In other words, ideally you can catch a small wild boar, but in reality, you can only catch small animals like cats and dogs.
Many animals of this era were larger than their modern counterparts, so the hunting target of this wooden barrel is clear: large rats, squirrels, rabbits and so on.
Wang Yang can cut down bigger trees and make larger wooden buckets, but first it's not convenient to carry, secondly it's troublesome to make, complicated, and has little practical use, so he gave up on this idea.
Of course, a 50cm high wooden barrel is indeed a bit too high and looks unnecessary. It can be shortened completely. After all, rabbits and squirrels are not that tall.
This is where Wang Yang took into consideration.
Imagine if the wooden barrel was only thirty centimeters high and weighed thirty kilograms, what would happen if a ferocious big rat drilled into it?
The answer is that the mouse stood up and started, before Wang Yang had time to get down from the tree, he lifted the wooden bucket with one hand and escaped with a pleased expression, carrying the fruit.
So Wang Yang determined that 50 centimeters high was the most reliable height after some calculations and trade-offs.
In this way, even if the mice stood up, they couldn't lift the wooden bucket, and could only slowly move forward with the heavy wooden bucket on top of them.
Wang Yang prepared himself and then calculated the distance of his ambush.
He must climb up the tree, first for safety, second for a broad view, and third so that small animals won't be afraid to get close.
He chose a location about eight meters away from the fruit tree, which was not too far or too close, allowing small animals to approach, and within ten meters, it was the most confident distance for Wang Yang to throw stones.
Then he took out an apple, two mulberries, and a pine nut picked up from the road, and put them on the ground.
He took a 10-centimeter-high branch from beside him and propped up the wooden bucket.
Let the branches face the position of the big tree, which is beneficial to one's field of vision and action.
Then the person climbed up the tree, picked a few red fruits and started eating them.
The waiting process was extremely anxious, Wang Yang waited and waited, possibly for two hours, but there was no movement at all.
But he didn't hastily retreat, instead focusing intently on every rustle of the wind, appearing extremely patient.
It wasn't until noon, when the sun was high in the sky, that there was some movement around.
The sound was coming from a thicket about 15 meters away, rustling.
Wang Yang quickly turned his head to look, and saw that among the small shrubs, a yellow shadow was flashing between the withered yellow leaves. The yellow shadow was very large, with light brown spots on its body, looking like both a lion and a deer.
But that head is absolutely not a deer.
"Son of a bitch!"
Wang Yang gritted his teeth in hatred and recognized at a glance that this enchanting figure belonged to the saber-toothed tiger.
He and this saber-toothed tiger have a deep-seated feud that doesn't need to be said, every time he comes out, he can see it, this land should be its territory.
It found itself, took itself as prey, hid there, and wanted to deliver a fatal blow.
Now his own situation is not too good, this stupid thing is on the side, if there are other animals approaching, before he can attack, it will run out and wreak havoc.
Even if one's wooden bucket trap is successful and catches a small animal, it is impossible to climb down the tree to kill the small animal.
"You're a shameless dead person, always thinking of opposing me. You don't let me be comfortable, and you won't be comfortable either."
Wang Yang was truly furious, and with a burst of anger, he took out a stone the size of an egg from his bag and threw it at the saber-toothed tiger.
"Bang!" The blade bit into the tiger's body, causing it to shudder slightly.
Wang Yang saw this scene and was delighted. He had used all his might, far exceeding the time he lost the wild boar. Even if the Bladed Tiger's skin was as thick as a city wall, it would still be in so much pain that it would gasp for air.
"Good kid, can endure hardship, can withstand beating, can swallow his pride, sleep on brushwood and taste gall, if you hadn't grown up like that, I would have thought you were King Goujian of Yue."
Wang Yang did not expect that this saber-toothed tiger would have the spiritual qualities of the Red Army, and he admired it from the bottom of his heart. To express his admiration, he took out a large stone again, turned his arm repeatedly, exerting force on his waist and shoulders one by one, and finally with a flick of his wrist, this huge stone, comparable to a cannonball, flew over like a shooting star.
Bang!
The blade-toothed tiger was hit again, it almost went mad, its body twitched twice, and the muscles at the hit location kept twitching.
But she endured it with great difficulty!
"Wow! Respect!"
Wang Yang admired the saber-toothed tiger's endurance, thinking of its muscular convulsions and imagining what would happen if he were hit...
"Tsk tsk..."
At this moment, Wang Yang finally had a sense of intellectual superiority over the high-ranking person. This lone saber-toothed tiger probably still thought that it was probing him to see if there were any ambushes on the other side.
"Good thing you're so patient!"
Wang Yang exercised his muscles, twisted his head, stretched out his hands, pressed his tendons, then made a "psst" sound with his two hands, rubbed them together, and grasped the last big stone.
Stepped on the trunk, took two strides, and swung out with force.
"Bang!"
The big stone hit the wounded part again, it let out a loud roar, with a belly full of anger, and rushed towards Wang Yang.
"How dare you!"
Wang Yang also got excited, and the good things that happened several times were all mixed up. He nailed a wooden stake to the trunk of the tree, kept his center of gravity, grasped a wooden spear in one hand, and stabbed at the tiger's teeth under the tree.
The tiger's claws were in mid-air, and when it saw the wooden spear thrust down, it slapped the tree trunk again and bounced back to the ground.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo!"
They say enemies meet with red eyes, and Wang Yang also roared at him.
"Wooooo~"
Listening to his voice rising and falling irregularly, with strange tones, I guess he's saying that classic seven-character motto for buying watches. (Seeking collection, seeking recommendation votes!)
