Chapter 2: Food and Clothing

"Be calm, then you will know what to do."

The little puppy was panting, with his head tilted, tongue sticking out, and making a serious husky face.

"We have to cheer up, otherwise we will really starve to death."

He weakly transmitted his voice, "You don't want to be the first time traveler to starve to death, do you?"

Fang Zhixing said disdainfully: "You've adapted very quickly. You've accepted that you're a time traveler so quickly? You little dog!"

The little puppy looked at his four legs, licked his fur uncontrollably, and said helplessly, "You think I want to travel through time and space and become a dog, right? So, why can you travel through time and space and become a human? I don't understand."

Fang Zhixing said, "How many immoral things have you done? Don't you have any idea? Humph, God is fair. You are not worthy of being a human being. Do you understand?"

The little puppy was dissatisfied and said, "You have never done anything immoral? Have you paid off your bank loan?"

Fang Zhixing said confidently: "I bought an unfinished building, why should I pay back the loan?"

After saying this, Fang Zhixing felt a lot more relaxed for some reason.

He thought for a while and said, "Let's sort out the current situation. We died together and traveled to this strange world together. I became a big bull and you became a small dog."

The little puppy said indignantly: "Don't give me a nickname casually. I am Zhang Changji, and my surname is Zhang wherever I go."

Fang Zhixing glanced at the little puppy fiercely and said angrily: "Thin dog, thin dog, you are the thinnest thin dog!"

Gurgle, gurgle~ The man and the dog's stomachs growled again.

Hunger quickly brought them back to reality.

Fang Zhixing didn't even have the energy to get angry anymore, so he cheered up and continued to analyze: "According to my original body's memory, this world is very backward, just like the distant ancient feudal dynasty, with emperors and county magistrates. The mountain village we are in is called 'Funiu Village', and the people here make a living by farming and hunting. However, due to frequent natural disasters and man-made disasters in recent years, the harvest is very small, and everyone is starving."

Xi Gou also analyzed: "According to my original body's memory, there are two toilets in Funiu Village, one at the east end of the village and one at the west end. The toilet at the east end of the village is occupied by the big yellow dog of the village chief. The toilet at the west end of the village is also occupied by the big yellow dog of the village chief."

Then he sighed, “Alas, these days, only the fierce and vicious dogs can get a hot bite.”

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes and concluded: "In short, there is a famine now, people are living in poverty, and our understanding of the world as a whole is very limited."

Xigou suddenly said: "Perhaps, this is a world of cultivating immortals. There is spiritual energy between heaven and earth. You should try breathing in and out."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and exhaled slowly.

The thin dog pricked up his ears and asked excitedly, "How does it feel?"

Fang Zhixing said speechlessly: "I'm even hungrier now."

The thin dog immediately drooped his ears and complained: "We are both time travelers after all, where is the golden finger? By the way, don't you have a system? Where is the grandfather?"

Fang Zhixing didn't have any golden fingers, so he asked back: "Do you have a cheat?"

Xigou responded: "I think that we can communicate with each other through our minds. This may be our golden finger."

Fang Zhixing curled his lips and said, "It's useless."

He stood up, looked outside the fence, and said, "We have to find a way to get something to eat."

Xi Gou Lian said: "Every household in the village is out of food. Except for the village chief's family, all other villagers have to go out hunting."

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "Let's go hunting too."

The thin dog asked, "You can hunt? Did you inherit your original body's hunting skills?"

Fang Zhixing looked at himself. He was a little over 1.7 meters tall, thin, with skinny arms and legs, a pale face and skinny body. It was obvious that he was suffering from long-term malnutrition.

He shook his rough hand and shook his head, saying, "My original body didn't have any advanced hunting skills. I could only go into the water to catch fish and climb trees to catch bird eggs."

The thin dog looked at the quiver hanging under the eaves and asked, "Will it?"

Fang Zhixing's mouth twitched as he said, "I'm almost so hungry that I can't even walk. How can I have the energy to draw the bow and shoot an arrow?"

Xigou thought so too.

A man and a dog walked out of the house leisurely.

At this moment, other villagers also got up one after another, walked out of their homes, headed for the mountains, and scattered to look for food.

Fang Zhixing carried a broken bamboo basket on his back, followed the mountain path he remembered, passed through a forest, and came to a place two or three miles away. Soon he heard the sound of rushing water.

"You want to catch fish?" The dog was skeptical. "You don't have a fishing rod or a fishing net, how are you going to do it?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "When I was a child, I saw my father go fishing in the river. There were many holes by the river where he could fish out crayfish and eels."

The dog perked up and started running on all fours: "I'll find a hole for you and you go dig it out. By the way, can you swim?"

"Is that even a question?"

When Fang Zhi walked to the shore, he took a look at the river. The flow was a bit fast, and it was turbid, with dead branches and leaves floating in the water.

He took off his straw sandals, tied a knot with wild grass, hung it around his neck, and then carefully entered the water.

Although it was a hot and humid September, the river water was still a little cold.

Fang Zhixing adjusted himself for a moment, then walked upstream along the river beach, occasionally stepping on the mud with his feet.

Fortunately, this was ancient times and there were no broken glass or anything like that.

Not long after, he touched something and his face changed. He bent down and fumbled in the water for a while, then took it out and looked at it. He couldn't help but show joy on his face.

"river snail!"

Fang Zhixing picked up a snail as big as a fist. It was alive and his milky white flesh could be seen.

After a while, he dug out a clam in the mud, the size of a palm.

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"There are a lot of good things in the river."

Fang Zhixing grinned and suddenly became much more motivated.

“Wangwangwang!”

In the distance, a thin dog was barking.

Fang Zhixing couldn't understand what he was saying. There was a distance in their spiritual communication. Beyond a certain range, no matter what Xigou said, he would just hear "wang wang wang".

Walk over.

The thin dog was staring at a small hole by the river and said in a voice transmission: "There is a hole here. There should be a living thing in it."

Fang Zhixing was surprised and asked, "Are you able to see through things, or do you smell something?"

The dog said proudly, "Look carefully, isn't the soil at the entrance of the cave very soft? I suspect this is a lobster hole."

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a moment, changed his position, squatted down, and reached his right hand into the hole.

The thin dog shouted, "Be careful, don't get caught by the lobster."

"Do I need you to tell me that?" Fang Zhixing was of course very careful. He tensed his whole body and put his hand inside little by little.

Suddenly, the finger touched something, and that thing immediately shrank deeper.

Fang Zhixing shuddered, first retracted his hand, then pressed forward again, and soon touched the thing again.

“Not lobster…”

Fang Zhixing suddenly grabbed it with his hand and pulled it out.

The thin dog looked at it nervously, turning left and right in a hurry.

Whoosh!

Fang Zhixing straightened his back and pulled out a very long and thick thing. It was a giant eel, more than one meter long.

The big yellow eel struggled frantically, being slimy and slippery.

Fang Zhixing couldn't hold it anymore, so he just threw it onto the shore, and it fell into the grass.

The big eel immediately twisted its body and drilled downwards.

“Watch me!”

The thin dog ran over and bit the big yellow eel's tail, but the big yellow eel suddenly swung its tail like a dragon and hit the dog in the face.

“Ahhh~”

The thin dog cried out in pain.

"It's really useless." Fang Zhixing rushed to the shore, stepped on the giant eel, and held its neck tightly with both hands.

(End of this chapter)