The Hudson River basin is very long, flowing through Quebec in the north and flowing into the offshore near Manhattan in the south.
On both sides of the Hudson River, there are dense virgin forests.
This forest is a natural granary gifted by nature to the Mohican tribe.
There are dozens of animals here, as well as various types of plant and fungi that can be used.
There was not so much heavy industry in the seventeenth century, and these natural resources were not destroyed.
Green shoots have sprouted on the branches of the forest trees. Spring makes everything in the forest look so vibrant.
Whoosh!
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An American hare looking for green grass was shot through the body by a wooden arrow and nailed to the ground. Due to the strong inertia, the arrow body trembled for a while after piercing the hare's body and then slowly calmed down.
Wearing a seventeenth-century European-style leather jacket and a beaver fur coat, Song Hu walked over, bent down and tied the hare around his waist, which was still twitching and kicking.
"Hehe, the harvest from this trip is really good, it can be said that the results are fruitful!"
On his waist, in addition to the hare he had just tied, there were actually two colorful pheasants.
It has been several months since they came to the Mohican tribe, and Song Hu and the others have also learned the art of archery with perfect accuracy.
"Uncle is so awesome!"
After Emma saw Song Hu piercing the body of the hare with an arrow, she looked at him with stars in her eyes.
Song Hu put his long bow behind his back and said to the little girl with stars in his eyes: "What does this mean? I can be very powerful. Even if a black bear comes, I can kill it by myself." , Song Hu boasted loudly in front of the fans.
But Emma is very simple, she believed it.
Emma is wearing a green military coat and a pair of khaki leather protective boots, which looks very much like the 1960s and 1970s.
"These are all natural, pollution-free and feed-free. In the 21st century, these pheasants alone would cost a thousand dollars."
Zhao Hongyu swallowed his saliva and whispered to Song Hu.
¡°The leader means to hunt more depending on the situation?¡±, he blinked.
"Nonsense, there are many wild animals in this era, but there is no wildlife protection law. As long as you can hunt them, you can hunt as many as you want. Even if you really hunt black bears, it doesn't matter."
In an era like this, Zhao Hongyu would not be so stupid as to pay attention to the protection laws of wild animals.
As he said himself, there were an awful lot of wild animals on the American continent in the seventeenth century. As long as you can hunt it, then go for it. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with considering the belly problem first.
The worst-case scenario is that when you become stronger in the future, you will issue some order to tell people not to do it.
??Besides, now is not the time for the rapid development of thermal weapons. The destruction of wild animals was actually after the 18th century.
So, it was too early to worry about this problem in the seventeenth century, which was more than a hundred years ago.
I can completely avoid these issues during these 100 years.
Song Hu smiled evilly and nodded to show that he understood.
"Let's look for mushrooms around here. I've always looked for mushrooms here in previous years. This is my secret. No one else knows about it." The little girl Emma shared her secret with Zhao Hongyu.
Yes, the little girl Emma used to be the child who picked the most mushrooms in the clan. There is never a shortage of mushrooms in their house, because she has a secret, that is, she knows a place where mushrooms are produced.
The white mist rising in the forest may be due to the arrival of spring and the melting of ice and snow. The hot and cold air currents merge together, and the temperature gradually rises in the early morning. The difference in temperature between hot and cold air causes heavy fog.
The towering old trees are covered with green moss, and in the soil under the trees as thick as five or six people can hug each other, green plant buds have just emerged.
Some fungi are filled with it.
"Haha, this is my secret mushroom garden. I know I won't get it empty-handed every time." Seeing those fat mushrooms, the little girl Emma cheered and ran over and started picking them non-stop. .
The little girl Emma put all the mushrooms she picked into her green military messenger bag and hummed an Indian ditty happily.
Song Hu asked four of his subordinates to take charge of the task of guarding the surrounding area, while he himself guarded Zhao Hongyu's side.
This forest is one kilometer away from Mohican¡¯s camp, which is neither far nor close. After all, there are no cars in this era,?Can you rely on your legs?
¡°I don¡¯t know when cattle, horses, sheep and other animals will be available for sale in the space-time trader. Then it will be much more convenient to buy a few horses.
¡°Some places in today¡¯s life are really inconvenient for Zhao Hongyu.
Zhao Hongyu, who is accustomed to all kinds of transportation, is very helpless that he has to walk no matter where he goes.
Even having a horse is good.
"It's a pity that he also knows that horses are not produced on the American continent.
So, for the time being, his little dream cannot be realized.
In the 21st century, wild horses gallop on the western plains of the American continent, giving people the illusion that there are many horses on the American continent. In fact, this is a mistake.
Before the discovery of the American continent, there were no animals like horses at all.
The answer given by historians as to why wild horses later appeared on the American continent and grew in numbers in the tens of millions is that in the mid-16th century (after 1550), the horses carried by the settlers or explorers escaped. , or in their conflict with the Indians, those horses got separated, so the American wild horses finally appeared.
When the number of wild horses peaked, there were more than 10 million, but that was also in the middle of the 18th century.
It is only the beginning of the seventeenth century, so Zhao Hongyu also knows that if he wants to rely on it, he can only rely on the space-time trader.
However, this requires your own investment and development.
This time and space trader just wants money. If you don¡¯t have money to invest, don¡¯t even think about it.
From time to time in the forest, there are unknown calls of birds, or the sound of some kind of bird touching the branches and leaves when flying in the forest.
As time goes by, the sun slowly rises. The sunlight finally dispersed the white mist, making the vision clear.
About a hundred meters away from Zhao Hongyu and the others, a creek about five or six meters wide appeared there.
"I asked why the fog was so heavy. After a long time, there was a creek in front of me." After seeing the creek that day, Zhao Hongyu turned to Song Hu and said something.
The fog in the forest has been dispersed by the sunlight, but above the stream, a faint white mist still rises due to the sunlight.
It¡¯s so refreshing. You can¡¯t see such scenery in the 21st century, at least very few in China.
Zhao Hongyu sighed.
"Brother, I have picked a lot of mushrooms. When I get back, I will ask my mother to make mushroom soup for you!"
Emma, ??who had already collected a bag of mushrooms, ran over happily.
The little guy's face was stained with blush, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
¡°Perhaps because Zhao Hongyu has traveled through this era and his body has become younger, Emma likes to call him brother.
Zhao Hongyu has no objection to this title. After all, his appearance and his attribute column on the system show that he is only 15 years old.
Compared to Emma, ??he is really not much older now.
"Emma is so capable. She has already picked so many mushrooms. I think the expert mushroom picker in the Mohican tribe can be like Emma!" Zhao Hongyu said to Emma half-jokingly and half-praisingly.
After listening to Zhao Hongyu¡¯s words, the smile on Emma¡¯s face became even stronger.
She raised her little face slightly, pursed her pink mouth and tilted her head, looking very proud.
"Brother is right, I am the kid who picks the most mushrooms every time. None of them can beat me!" Children are children. When Zhao Hongyu praised her like this, Emma's tail immediately went up to the sky.
Emma likes to chat with Zhao Hongyu. In addition to the fact that Zhao Hongyu saved her and the fact that Zhao Hongyu is 'very good-looking' and makes people feel comfortable, his sweet mouth also has a lot to do with it.
The Mohican tribe basically does not encourage or praise their children when educating them. No matter how well you do, as a parent, you just keep a straight face and nod your head.
This approach sometimes disappoints children and even discourages them.
But Zhao Hongyu is different, he is from the 21st century.
The education and experience he has received are beyond what those in the Mohican tribe could imagine.
Although Zhao Hongyu has never been married, he has no experience in having children or raising children. But if you have never eaten pork, you have always seen pigs running away. After all, we are in the era of information explosion, so he knows something about it.
Therefore, he has a certain understanding of how to deal with people and things.Very distinctive style.
This also makes the Mohican tribe, both adults and children, like him very much.
Of course, everyone is very sorry because Zhao Hongyu is really an "ugly". It would be nice if he could have some tattoos on his face or be more angular
¡°If Zhao Hongyu knew the thoughts of people like Mo Xigan, he would probably want to die.
You know, Zhao Hongyu is very satisfied with his young appearance now.
I think back then, when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was rated as the top boy in school because of his appearance. From junior high school to high school and even college, many senior students could not resist pursuing him.
It is pitiful that such a beautiful appearance is actually said to be a ¡®ugly eight monster¡¯ in the Mossigan tribe. He is really sad.
"However, people's aesthetics are different, and this cannot be forced.
Just as Emma is a cute little lolita in Zhao Hongyu¡¯s eyes, isn¡¯t it the same that she is called ¡®ugly¡¯ by other children?
Emma came over and stood in front of Zhao Hongyu. Zhao Hongyu raised his hand and fiddled with her head randomly, making the little girl pout and start playing with him.
In the forest, crisp laughter suddenly echoed
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