The kinetic energy is so terrifying, it almost surpasses the power of some military rifles.
Without exaggeration, within a 100-meter radius, none of the species I've discovered so far can withstand the power of this shot, including that monster in the lake.
This is just the power of the gold particle bullets. I wonder what kind of insane and terrifying effects the eighteen dumdum bullets, which are several times more powerful, would cause when fired.
I think even if a real Tyrannosaurus Rex were standing in front of me right now, I would have the confidence to challenge it.
The power of shotguns exceeded my expectations; it seems there's a reason why firearms could replace cold weapons.
I happily carried the shotgun home and placed it by my bedside. From then on, it was all I needed to go anywhere in the world!
I was in a great mood today. When I got back, Top and I cooked some smoked beaver meat, and also stir-fried a few side dishes with various meats and wild vegetables. Top and I then had a good drink together.
The next day, I think I drank a bit too much, and I was still a little groggy when I woke up. I sat on my tree bed for a while before I sobered up.
Top must be drunk too; I can still see a tail sticking out of its den. He's been drinking for a long time, and he certainly had his fill yesterday.
There are only two days left until Lunar New Year's Eve. At this time of year, the family will clean the house thoroughly and prepare some fruits and snacks for the New Year.
If I can buy snacks here, even though I don't have money, I have gold, which I can use to trade with him.
Clinging to unrealistic fantasies, I climbed down the tree. This year, I'll only have a bunch of monkeys to keep me company for the New Year. I need to figure out how to celebrate.
After thinking for a while, I decided to clean my place according to old traditions first. It is said that cleaning before the New Year can sweep away bad luck and welcome the new year.
I made a bamboo broom from the bamboo branches, first for my shed.
I've been busy these past few days, and the shed is filled with all sorts of sawdust and debris. Also, I haven't had time to clean up the clay used for casting.
I first swept the sawdust and debris together, then grabbed them by hand and put them into two large baskets.
I figured I could still use the remaining clay later, so I swept all the scattered clay together with a broom, added some water, and kneaded it into two large, square lumps of clay.
I moved the two large lumps of mud to the innermost part of the shed, while the outside was used to store baskets filled with sawdust and scraps, which were quite useful for starting a fire.
After tidying up the shed, I climbed the tree and looked at my treehouse. I shook my head and smiled. Apart from a bed, it was practically bare, with absolutely no furnishings.
I went back to the wooden bridge and swept away the fallen leaves and branches. The warehouse had been tidied up a few days ago, so there wasn't much to clean. I just swept it casually, and that was it for cleaning my entire residence.
Looking at my tidier home, I couldn't help but sigh. Back then, cleaning our own house was never this fast. We dreaded cleaning for the Lunar New Year most of all.
As the Lunar New Year approaches, memories that were once only known to me begin to resurface like waves in my heart. I wonder how my sister is doing this year...
After cleaning up, I looked at the rather plain place and wondered if I should decorate it a little.
I don't have any flowers or colored lights to decorate right now, but I still need to put up a couplet for the New Year.
With that in mind, I decided to make a calligraphy brush first.
Making a calligraphy brush is very simple: a small piece of bamboo and a few tufts of rabbit hair, then use hemp thread to gather and tie the rabbit hair together.
Apply a little heated pine resin to the brush tip, and a calligraphy brush is made. Of course, this kind of thing can only amuse oneself and cannot be compared with professional calligraphy brushes, but this inconspicuous skill was gradually improved.
I don't think I have much ink, but I can probably make enough for one or two couplets.
I plan to use the soot from the bottom of the pot, which is basically the ash from the pot. This soot is fine enough.
Simply scrape them off the bottom of the pot, mix in a little glycerin, knead and rub them repeatedly, roll them into small strips, and let them dry before using.
I did manage to make the ink, but it was too cold and would take some time to dry, so I simply put that pitifully small piece of ink on the fire to dry it.
I think we should skip the paper stuff; by the time we've finished dealing with it, the New Year will probably be over.
I peeled off two pieces of bark, then used a knife to thin both sides of them a little, and then put the two pieces of bark on the fire to dry them.
I decided to add some color to the white bark, so I took out the indicator I hadn't finished using last time, and also took out the concentrated sulfuric acid I had left.
I first poured out a little concentrated sulfuric acid and diluted it with water to make dilute sulfuric acid. Then I soaked the bark in it and added a few drops of indicator. The water immediately turned red.
Because I didn't dilute it with much water, the diluted sulfuric acid, although not very oxidizing, was still quite acidic. The bright red sulfuric acid quickly turned the white bark red.
I took out the dyed bark and continued to dry it over the fire. This sulfuric acid treatment prevents insects from biting it, effectively acting as a pest-repellent treatment.
I cut the two pieces of bark into suitable long strips, then ground ink with a stone and placed it in a banana leaf. All the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were ready.
I picked up my pen and thought for a moment about what to write. After thinking for a while, I wrote a few not-so-beautiful words:
The snow melts, and the green mountains outside the gate are green.
A clear sky hangs over Huafa Lake.
Horizontal scroll: Life goes on
After writing the couplet, I used pine resin to paste it on the door of the shed's warehouse.
Light snow was still falling all around. I stood on the wooden bridge I had built myself, looking at this couplet, and felt a little lonely.
"Squeak!"
The familiar call pulled me back from my reverie, and Top had already hopped over to my side.
"Top, you're awake. Looks like your alcohol tolerance is still a bit low." I smiled and gently stroked the monkey's soft fur.
Top still grinned at me, as if it felt happy every day as long as I was there.
These past few days, I've been lying in bed looking at the sky whenever I have nothing to do, imagining what my hometown looks like right now.
I imagine everyone has already gone home from work by now, and the streets are filled with the laughter of adults and children.
The streets were filled with the sounds of children playing, occasional firecrackers, adults scolding, laughing, and lovers...
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again...
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