Li Long climbed out of bed before dawn.
His still-sleepy expression held a hint of excitement.
He could hunt again!
Heh heh heh!
He couldn't help feeling his blood boil.
How could harvesting wheat be anywhere near as thrilling as hunting?
It was like writing: some people kept at it for over a decade without earning much and still never tired of it. That was a hobby.
Some people earned over ten thousand a month, yet pulled a long face the moment they sat down at the computer to write.
That was making a living.
Li Long didn't know how long he would be out later, so although he wanted to grab his gun right now and find somewhere to fire a couple of shots, he held himself back.
He opened the stove lid, found that the fire hadn't quite died, added some split firewood with coal on top, then set a pot on it to boil water.
By the time the fire was going, Li Long had already carried a bucket out to fetch water from the Spring Eye, then mixed dough and slapped flatbreads onto the sides of the pot.
Unleavened flatbreads were hard to digest, but they were better than having nothing to eat. Although it was August, with hot days and cool nights outside the mountains, the nights up here weren't cool. They were cold.
Even animals suffered, let alone people.
If he went out without eating at this coldest hour before dawn, he would soon be shivering.
As for side dishes, there weren't any. Some red tofu would have to do. Once he bagged some game later, he would have a side dish.
He was young; eating nothing but plants wouldn't do. He needed some animal food for a proper dish. Having come all the