Jiang Erlang looked gentle, but actually his temper was not very good. He glanced at Zheng Yuan coldly and took a step forward. But before he could move, Zheng Yuan, who was looking at him with disdain, immediately took a step back in fear.

Jiang Huaixu played with the dagger in his hand and sneered.

This laugh angered Zheng Yuan. His face flushed instantly. He hurriedly looked at his friends around him. Seeing that the enemy was outnumbered, he felt relieved and stood up again.

"What are you laughing at? What? Are you trying to bully the weak?!"

"You don't need my second brother. How about I fight with you?" Jiang Huaixu said.

The dagger in her hand was thrown into the air the moment the sound fell. She jumped up and kicked in the air, and the dagger flew straight towards Zheng Yuan.

This action was too sudden. Zheng Yuan's whole body stiffened for a moment. He stood there as if his soul had been taken away. He watched helplessly as the dagger passed by the corner of his eye and cut off a strand of hair on his temple.

When he came to his senses, he felt some pain on his face and something was flowing down. He reached out his hand and touched his face in a daze. The redness on his hand made him burst into tears instantly.

“Ahhhhhh murder!!!”

This shout caused everyone to look in their direction. When Village Chief Zheng heard the voice of his eldest grandson, his face flushed with rage. He had been beaten black and blue before, but he still went up to ask for a beating. Did this grandson get kicked in the head by a donkey?!

But there was nothing she could do, since this was her eldest grandson whom she loved as dearly as her life, and now his grandmother was looking away from him again.

Village Chief Zheng resigned himself to his fate, lifted up his robe, and ran towards his eldest grandson, not quite swiftly. But before he reached the place, the crying suddenly stopped.

He stopped and stood on tiptoe to look over, but he couldn't see anything because of a group of boys blocking his view.

"Grandson, what's wrong with you?" he shouted.

"Ah? Ah—Master, we can handle our own affairs, don't interfere!"

Listen to this sound, why is it so frustrating?

That’s right, Zheng Yuan felt very aggrieved. He said that purely because of what Jiang Huaixu said - are you going to cry for your parents again?

He raised his sleeve to wipe his face, half of it covered in blood, and roared, "Who's crying for their parents?!"

"You." Jiang Huaixu pulled out the dagger that was deeply embedded in the bamboo. "You've made progress this time. You cried and didn't call your parents over."

Zheng Yuan felt terribly embarrassed, but he still kept on pestering her, "Jiang Huaixu! Don't be so arrogant!"

"Don't even think about being so arrogant. If I step on your forehead, would you dare to say anything?" Jiang Huaixu smiled lightly, raised her hand and knocked away Zheng Yuan's finger pointing at her with a dagger, "Wait until you can beat me one day before you do this to me."

The hit finger stubbornly returned to its original position. After a while, Zheng Yuan angrily withdrew it. It was not that he was a coward, but just looking at the previous blow, he really could not beat this little girl who was only as tall as his chin.

He wiped his face and strode away.

As soon as Zheng Yuan left, his little followers also scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiang Erlang looked at Zheng Yuan's departing back, his eyes slightly darkening.

Jiang Huaixu didn't take this little episode to heart. Zheng Yuan was like a modern elementary school boy who was naughty and foul-mouthed. He would show his displeasure on anyone on his face. This kind of person would not stab someone in the back, but he was a little annoying.

Putting the dagger away, she looked at the villagers not far away. It was not yet time for dinner. Some villagers were cutting bamboo, apparently wanting to weave some bamboo baskets. The women were sitting together, some doing needlework, some making straw sandals.

Walking on mountain roads wears out shoes. Although cloth shoes are wear-resistant, the villagers are reluctant to take them out. They weave a lot of straw shoes along the way and don’t feel bad if they are worn out.

Jiang Huaixu had also tried weaving, but once he'd learned it, he never picked it up again. She looked up at the towering bamboos; they were actually quite useful.

"Second brother, how about we make some bamboo bows during our break?"

Jiang Erlang's eyes lit up. "Long-range weapons for self-defense are indeed much better than the kitchen knives and sickles in the hands of the villagers."

"Let's make the first bow first, and then teach the villagers how to make it themselves."

"Okay, I'll go get an axe."

The two of them discussed it and started to work on it.

Jiang Huaixu called Jiang Sanlang over as well. Jiang Wei, Jiang Fu, and the three younger ones also gathered around to join in the fun.

Yun Qi watched from a distance and also gathered around.

In this family, apart from Jiang Huaixu who asked him to do this and that without any hesitation, no one else dared to order him around. At first, he thought it was because he was injured. Then one day, he heard the girl named Jiang Wei say that he had a stern face all day long, as if someone owed him eight hundred coins, and was even more vicious than Jiang Erlang.

The journey is still long, and he needs to integrate into the team.

Jiang Huaixu saw that people were gathering around him and it was a bit crowded.

She first arranged for Jiang Wei to light a fire, and asked Jiang Sanlang to chop bamboo. She took out a plain cloth from her bag and spread it on the stone. She also took out a charcoal pencil with a thin bamboo tube. When everything was ready, she began to write and draw on the cloth.

Yun Qi looked at the cloth bag that was casually placed aside. Jiang Huaixu treasured that bag very much. He could take out all kinds of odds and ends from it, like a treasure chest.

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to what Jiang Huaixu was painting on the cloth.

The cloth towel was difficult to color, but after many strokes, I could already see the outline of it. It was in the shape of a bow, with Yun Qi's eyebrows slightly raised and his expression more serious.

"You want to make a recurve bow out of bamboo?"

Jiang Huaixu didn't even look up, concentrating on painting. "Yes, do you have any experience?"

She had enough theoretical knowledge about cold weapons, but she had zero actual experience with them. However, this thing wasn't difficult.

"You can give it a try."

Soon Jiang Sanlang came over dragging two thin bamboos.

"Little sister, the bamboo has been cut."

After putting down the last stroke, Jiang Huaixu nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Third Brother. The painting on the cloth is not very detailed. Let me explain it."

She pointed to the two ends of the bow on the cloth and said, "The two ends need to be slotted to facilitate the fixing of the bowstring. You can cut a small piece of bamboo from the handle and fix it to the middle part of the bow with hemp rope..."

After the explanation, Jiang Sanlang felt that it was very simple. He took out his dagger, rubbed his hands, and was eager to try it, but he didn't expect that someone would get there first.

Split the bamboo and cut it to the appropriate length. Jiang Erlang used the dagger handed to him by Jiang Huaixu to clean the bamboo nodes on the surface, while Yun Qi took Jiang Sanlang's dagger to make a handle that was thin at both ends and thick in the middle.

The main work was taken up by the two of them, so Jiang Huaixu had to pull the hemp rope and watch Jiang Sanlang twist three thin hemp ropes into a thick hemp rope.