Chapter Three Catching Fish

  Under great pressure, Wang Yang is full of motivation. Now, apart from exercising every day, he also painted a picture on the wall with ten concentric circles, each smaller than the last, and the smallest one was just a dot.

  Then he threw stones at the circle, trying to practice the earth-shaking and ghost-crying Little Li Flying Knife.

  He also took a large bone and constantly ground it into a 30-centimeter-long bone thorn.

  He made up his mind to improve his diet and at least not eat vegetarian food every day.

  He brought the bone spurs to the edge of the brook, where the stream was clear and shallow, reaching his knees. Occasionally a few small fish would swim by, but he didn't know what kind they were, nor did he care, as long as they were edible.

  He inserted the bone spur into the water, and it instantly twisted. Utilizing his powerful mathematical calculation ability, he quickly filtered through several formulas in his mind and soon inferred the angle.

  But he still didn't feel satisfied, and kept stabbing at a certain rock in the river, using it to hone his technique.

  In a few days, he practiced at a steady pace, ensuring that he could be extremely accurate.

  He finally welcomed his first fishing trip.

  A small black fish swam slowly over, unaware of Wang Yang outside the water.

  It swims very leisurely, its tail swaying back and forth, looking very pleased with itself, probably didn't do anything good just now, with a mischievous grin all over its face.

  Wang Yang looked at it as it swam in front of him, less than ten centimeters from his feet, and suddenly stabbed down with a narrowed gaze.

  With a "bang", the bone spur burst forth like a thunderclap, creating ripples on the water's surface that quickly reached Xiao Hei Yu.

  The little black fish reacts extremely quickly in the water, seeing danger falling from the top of its head, it flicks its big tail, flips over and dodges the bone spurs, swimming away with a flourish.

  Wang furrowed his brow, his speed and calculated angle were fine, but the fish was too agile in the water, making it hard to catch.

  But he didn't give up, and spent the whole day stabbing and retracting.

  The result was really not good, the effect was not good at all, and no fish were caught in a day.

  No wonder, if it were that easy to catch fish, the adults would have gone to catch them long ago.

  Besides, adults have to take care of everyone, with over 20 mouths waiting to be fed, they can't spend their time and energy on fishing.

  Besides, there aren't many fish by the stream anyway.

  But for Wang Yang, this was his only safe hunting ground.

  For several days in a row, Wang Yang had been fishing continuously, but only caught one small fish, the efficiency was so low that it almost made him want to give up.

  He found the difficulty of fishing, his timing was right, and the accuracy didn't need to be doubted. However, when the bone needle entered the water surface, the fish would be frightened and quickly dodge and escape.

  It's impossible to judge its escape trajectory.

  Unless it can limit the fish's moving space.

  Thinking of this, Wang's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he began to build a wall in the brook.

  The stream is not wide, probably just about one meter.

  Wang Yang picked up a cobblestone and placed it at an interval of one meter in width, with a stone wall every ten centimeters, just like a simulated racing track.

  This way, a meter of width was reduced to seven decimeters of width, and the space for fish to move around was only ten centimeters.

  No matter which channel the fish enters, it is absolutely impossible to turn back or change direction.

  Having done all this, Wang Yang stared at a fish again, and as soon as the fish entered the channel, he stabbed it fiercely.

  This time, blood stained the surface of the water.

  "Gotcha!"

  Wang Yang picked up a bone spur and pierced the small black fish's body, which struggled desperately.

  However, Wang Yang didn't care about the fish's feelings, and threw it to the ground, picked up a stone and smashed the fish to death, happily ate it, feeling the greasy food going down his throat, and contentedly let out a belch.

  After a while, he started crouching again, and another fish slowly swam over.

  He struck again, his bones flashing like lightning, precise stabs, and the fish also discovered the danger, instinctively swinging its tail to escape.

  With a "bang", its tail hit the stone wall beside it and bounced back.

  The thorn no longer gave it another chance to react and pierced through its body.

  ……

  That day, Wang Yang caught five fish and realized this method was very good.

  Every day after that, his skill level increased with each passing day, and the number of fish he caught also increased, with a maximum of ten at most.

  Unfortunately, the stream was still too small, with few fish, and they were small too. Ten fish would only be enough for everyone to have a few bites, but at least they could eat meat regularly now. Everyone was very happy and praised Wang Yang loudly.

  Everyone's physique has improved due to the increased intake of meat, especially those few children who are younger than Wang Yang, they have obviously gained weight and their faces are round and chubby, with a smile whenever they see Wang Yang.

  Fishing was soon taken over by another adult, where there were ready-made stone paths to restrict the movement of fish, and catching fish was no longer a difficult task.

  Wang Yang was proud of this for a long time and finally did not live up to the title of outstanding young people in the 21st century.

  After a period of time, Wang Yang had an additional training besides throwing stones every day, which was climbing trees.

  In the forest, most large animals will not climb trees. In case of emergency, hiding in a tree is a very good way to survive, and it can be said that it is one of the ways to save lives in the jungle.

  Such an important means cannot be neglected.

  Wang Yang didn't dare go deep into the forest, so he practiced on a large tree at the entrance of the valley.

  To be honest, what kind of tree is this? He really can't call out its name. Let's not talk about how ancient it is, just talking about the years he spent in college, he returned all the things he learned to his teacher.

  This tree requires three people to encircle it, the tree is very tall, below four meters is a bare trunk, there are almost no places to climb, and most of the trees in the forest are also thick, making it difficult for small trees to survive in such a competitive environment.

  Unlike later generations, trees grow bigger and more tragic, all cut down by people.

  If you climb this tree with your bare hands, it's extremely difficult. However, Wang Yang learned a few tricks from the adults. They have sharp stone tools that are similar to small pointed cones.

  When climbing a tree, one foot is inserted into the trunk, relying on waist strength and arm strength, and then quickly climbs up with the help of footwork.

  At first it was very unsmooth, he often hadn't climbed onto the branch yet and his arms were already out of strength, and the power in his waist wasn't good either.

  He trained crazily every day, and after several months, he had raised his physical coordination to a new level. Thanks to the frequent meat intake, his strength grew rapidly, and he could barely withstand such high-intensity consumption.

  It would be great if I could eat more meat.

  Of course, his tree-climbing skills have improved a bit. First, he takes a few running steps forward, then kicks the soles of his feet against the trunk several times, and finally thrusts the two conical objects in his hands into the tree.

  One foot didn't leave the tree trunk, tying and climbing up at the same time.

  Here's also a trick, if you want to climb fast, you can't stick the piton in too deep, otherwise it will waste too much time pulling it out.

  But if you don't press deeply enough, it's possible to slip out, and finding that balance requires a lot of practice.

  As for new tools like the internet and so on, since they haven't been seen in exports and adults don't understand them, we can only put them aside for now.

  This year's season has arrived at autumn.

  It can't be said that autumn is here, it's almost non-existent. It's a warm period between the ice ages, so summer only has 16 or 17 degrees, spring is shorter than summer, and autumn is even shorter than spring. It's almost just one month before entering winter.

  And winter lasts for a long time, possibly nearly five months, just think about it, five months of icy and snowy weather, without heating and air conditioning is what a miserable situation.

  Perhaps it's nothing special in modern times, but here, temperatures below minus tens of degrees are a common occurrence.

  To make a simple analogy, going out for a stroll can bring back an ice pop.

  Go out and stand for a few hours, then congratulations, you will become the first human-shaped ice sculpture in history!

  Wang Yang absolutely has no sense of sacrifice for art.

  In the winter, everyone huddled together closely, with thick animal hides spread on the ground and several layers of thick animal hides covering their bodies. Even so, they still shivered with cold, teeth chattering.

  Each time, several people catch a cold, and one with a weak physique dies of fever.

  What did you say? Withdrawal from fever shot? Brother, it's time to take medicine, and treatment must not be abandoned.

  In addition to the unexpected hunting accidents every year, two or three companions would die, causing the tribe's population to never develop.

  And the number of people represents labor force, productive forces and combat effectiveness!

  So, in order not to be threatened by the seven wolves, we must increase our survival guarantee, and next time we will have the capital to threaten the wolf!