Viajando para Da Qian, Sustento Minha Esposa e Filha Caçando
Chu Feng, um apresentador de sobrevivência ao ar livre, viajou para o Grande Qian, uma dinastia que não pode ser encontrada nos livros de história. Assim que chegou, foi cercado por sua esposa e filha, ambas magras e famintas. Sem alternativas, Chu Feng teve que ir até a montanha amaldiçoada. Inicialmente, só queria cavar alguns vegetais selvagens para matar a fome, mas acabou capturando um javali. Sem querer, tornou-se o único caçador da aldeia. Assim, para garantir comida suficiente, Chu Feng iniciou uma vida de lutas: enfrentando porcos, tigres, ursos, refugiados, criminosos de guerra e até países inimigos. Ao olhar para trás, percebeu que a aldeia que um dia conheceu havia se tornado uma fortaleza crucial em todo o Grande Qian. Até que, certo dia, sua filha sussurrou ao seu ouvido: "Papai, como é ser uma princesa?" Sem alternativas, Chu Feng teve que ir novamente à montanha amaldiçoada. Desta vez, queria apenas cavar alguns vegetais selvagens, mas novamente capturou um javali.
Viajando para Da Qian, Sustento Minha Esposa e Filha Caçando
Chapter One: Crossing into the Great Qian Dynasty, In an Age of Famine, Only Scavenging in the Mountains Can Fill One’s Stomach
A thick layer of withered yellow leaves blanketed the ground, crunching underfoot with each careful step. Chu Feng moved cautiously, prodding the fallen leaves ahead with a stick from time to time. On his feet were a pair of coarse cloth shoes—barely enough to cover them, offering scant protection. Should a venomous insect or snake from the mountain bite him, it might well cost him his life.
It was already November, and this seemed to be the northernmost edge of Great Qian. Though winter had not yet arrived, the cold was already bone-chilling, with snow soon to fall. Ordinarily, at this time of year, Chu Feng ought to be at home with his wife and daughter, warming themselves by the fire. But there was no food left in the house. His little girl wailed with hunger, and his wife was so thin she was little more than skin and bones. Since his arrival in this world, his family had not eaten for two days. If they did not find something to eat soon, they might not survive even this day.
Helpless, in this unfamiliar place, Chu Feng shouldered a bamboo basket, took up a short-handled hoe, and headed up the mountain, hoping to gather some wild greens to stave off starvation.
The mountain was utterly silent, tranquility pressing in from all sides. Villagers called this place the Unlucky Mountain. Even in the depths of famine, none dared set foot here lightly. Once, an old hunter from another village had ventured up and never returned; when he was found, his innards were gone. No one knew whether it was the work of wolves and tigers or bandits lurking in the woods.
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