After Lin Feng and Lin Hu entered the village.
Lin Hu, afraid his parents would worry, gave the package to Lin Feng and ran home alone with the clothes Lin Feng bought him.
Lin Feng's five little children saw Lin Feng from afar.
"That's Daddy, Daddy's back."
"Daddy's carrying two big packages."
The foodie, Little Sanbao, was drooling.
"Daddy must have brought me a lot of delicious food."
"Daddy must have bought me pretty clothes."
Erbao, who loves to show off, had shining eyes thinking of wearing new clothes.
Dabao was the first to rush out.
"Brothers, hurry up and help Daddy with his things."
A group of little children rushed to Lin Feng's side, surrounding him.
Lin Feng didn't let them take the packages—they couldn't carry them.
Lin's mother and Zhou Chunlan smiled, watching the chattering children.
Lin's mother stepped forward and took a package.
"Hey, why is this package so heavy? Didn't you just buy a few clothes?"
Seeing this, Zhou Chunlan stepped forward to help. She and Lin's mother lifted a package together.
Lin Feng enjoyed the feeling of being awaited at home and kept smiling.
"I also bought bedding. The children are older now, and our bedding isn't enough. We need more quilts."
Lin's mother blamed him, "You child, you spend money lavishly. You should keep the money with your wife."
"Okay, okay," Lin Feng agreed verbally but didn't think so in his heart.
Lin Feng believed soon money would be a meaningless number to him.
By then, he'd give his mother and wife so much they couldn't spend it all, so who kept it wouldn't matter.
The whole family hadn't eaten, waiting for Lin Feng to return.
Lin Feng wanted to eat first.
But the children had no intention of eating, staring at the two big packages.
Lin Feng had no choice but to give out the clothes before eating.
He opened the first package—full of clothes.
Erbao, who loves to show off, jumped with joy.
"It's just like Zheng Xiaobao's clothes from the village chief's family, even prettier."
Erbao hugged Lin Feng's leg, "Thank you, Daddy, you're so nice."
Lin's mother saw these clothes weren't cheap but said nothing, seeing the kids happy.
Little Yueyue also liked her floral clothes—her smile bloomed, her big eyes curved like moons.
It was their first time receiving such pretty clothes. They didn't dare touch them, afraid of getting them dirty.
After distributing the children's clothes—
Lin Feng handed his wife a set of clothes.
Zhou Chunlan didn't speak but kept throwing Lin Feng flirtatious glances.
Lin's mother also smiled at her favorite clothes.
"Xiaofeng, these clothes must have cost a lot."
"Mom, our family won't lack money. You and the kids don't need to be too frugal."
The older generation's frugality is hard to change, so Lin Feng didn't say more.
But frugality has value—it's wisdom from hardship.
In hard times, when there's no food or clothes, it becomes useful.
Lin Feng opened the second package.
Inside were brand-new cotton quilts.
The kids got excited again.
"Wow, pretty little quilts."
Little Erbao pointed to the quilt with red flowers, "Daddy, I like that one."
Lin Feng was speechless—wondering if this kid was born the wrong gender.
"That's your sister's floral quilt, yours is the blue one."
Since Lin Feng got married, the family hadn't added new bedding.
This time, Lin's mother didn't say anything.
Lin Feng finally took out a bag of jujube paste cakes.
The kids drooled uncontrollably.
Zhou Chunlan took the cakes and gave each child one.
"Mom will keep these. Each of you can eat only one piece a day."
After dinner, the family went to bed early.
...
The next morning—
Lin Feng went up the mountain with a bow and arrow on his back.
His mother and wife repeatedly told him to be careful.
Lin Feng promised not to go deep into Dahei Mountain.
Only then did his mother and wife let him leave.
Lin Feng hadn't learned the "Six Arrows of the Hunter's Bow" yet, so the bow was mostly for show. Carrying it was to reassure his family.
Dahei Mountain is boundless.
It's said the other side belongs to the Demonic Path.
Rumor has it life there is so harsh it's reached cannibalism. True or false—no one knows.
According to memory, Lin Feng quickly arrived at the mountain's foot.
He looked up at Dahei Mountain—
The mountain stood like a giant, towering over the land.
Its peaks pierced the clouds, making people awe-struck.
Lin Feng entered the dense forest.
Dead branches crunched underfoot.
He grew more vigilant. Mountains are more dangerous than flatlands—poisonous insects and beasts can appear anytime.
You must be cautious.
He found the place where his father used to set traps.
He sharpened branches, placed them point-up in a pit, then covered it with leaves and branches.
Even people falling in would get stabbed.
But this trap worked—it could catch animals occasionally.
After fixing the trap, Lin Feng went deeper.
Today, he aimed to break through.
He wanted to reach perfection in the "Hunter's Fist".
But before breaking through, he needed food. He planned to kill a beast and roast it first.
Eating after a breakthrough—there's no better pleasure.
Not long after entering, he spotted a pheasant.
He nocked and released an arrow.
Whoosh—it missed.
The pheasant clucked, as if mocking him.
Sure enough, archery isn't mastered easily. Without hard training, there's no accuracy.
Lin Feng even thought about using his two breakthrough points on the "Six Arrows of the Hunter's Bow".
He thought again—and gave up.
Good steel must be used on the blade.
What if Old Wang next door returned today?
What if he attacked?
He must cultivate the "Hunter's Fist" to perfection first—only then would he have confidence.
Lin Feng retrieved the arrow and returned it to the quiver.
The arrowheads were forged at the blacksmith shop. His father made the arrows—each was precious.
Even broken, the heads must be recovered.
He walked a bit and saw two piglets—about a meter long—rubbing a tree.
Ordinary hunters rarely hunt boars—their skin is thick, arrows hard to pierce.
Plus, wild boars are aggressive—once provoked, they attack relentlessly.
Lin Feng wasn't afraid. He even hoped they'd charge so he could fight with the "Hunter's Fist".
He rolled up his sleeves—
"Haha, looks like I'm eating roast suckling pig today."