Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Liu Pingan slowly woke up from his sleep. Everything around him was still immersed in the tranquility of the night, as if the whole world was holding its breath, just to welcome his awakening at this moment. He rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the remaining sleepiness, and habitually looked at the watch on his wrist. The faint fluorescence flickered in the darkness, like the brightest star in the night sky, telling him that it was only five minutes from lying down to this moment. However, in his dream, time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and decades of time flashed by like a revolving lantern. The storms and changes, happiness and sadness, were so real that he could hardly tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He sat up, leaning his back against a soft pillow, the trance caused by the dream in his heart had not yet completely dissipated, like the morning mist, making it difficult to grasp. But then, an inexplicable joy penetrated the clouds like warm sunlight and illuminated his heart.

In the dream just now, he not only relived every bit of his literary journey, the hardships and glory, the laughter and tears, all vividly in his mind; what was even more incredible was that he completed a seemingly impossible task - it was a challenge marked as S-level, with unprecedented difficulty, as if it was an unreachable mountain, and he actually climbed to the top.

At this moment, as a reward for completing this difficult task, two new skills quietly merged into the depths of his soul, like two dazzling gems, shining with infinite possibilities for his future creations. The first skill, called "Mind Control", is not the evil ability to manipulate other people's minds, but a more subtle and powerful power. It gives him a more acute perception, allowing him to easily capture the emotional fluctuations of people around him, understand their inner world, and even guide their emotional direction to a certain extent.

For a writer, this is undoubtedly an invincible weapon, allowing him to delve more deeply into the complex and multifaceted human nature, portraying his characters vividly, allowing readers to hear the characters' heartbeats and feel their joys, sorrows, and anger while reading, thereby resonating with the characters and immersing themselves in the world of the story.

The second skill is "proficiency in writing". This is not only a proficiency in the use of words, but also a deep understanding and creation of literature and art. With this skill, Liu Ping'an's writing style is like being inspired by a stroke of genius. Whether it is the fluency of narration, the delicacy of description, or the vividness of dialogue, it can be just right, not only delicate and gentle, but also magnificent.

His words seem to have life, able to jump and combine on their own to form vivid pictures, making readers feel as if they are in the world he constructed, experiencing the ups and downs of the story firsthand, and feeling those gripping emotional fluctuations.

The acquisition of these two skills made Liu Pingan feel unprecedentedly excited and excited. He knew that this was not only a recognition of his past efforts, but also an infinite expectation and encouragement for his future creation. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the new power surging in his body, and secretly vowed in his heart to use this power to create more touching and far-reaching works.

He wants to let the light of literature illuminate the hearts of more people, let love and dreams take root and sprout in the hearts of every reader, and bloom into the most gorgeous flowers. He wants his name, along with those great literary works, to be forever engraved in the history of literature and become a good story passed down by future generations.

Just as Liu Ping'an was immersed in his infinite vision of the future, the sky outside the window gradually turned pale, indicating that a new day was about to begin. He stood up, walked to the window, gently opened the curtains, and let the first ray of morning light into the room. The warm and bright light instantly dispelled the remaining night, and seemed to pave a layer of golden hope for the road to his dream in his heart.

Liu Ping'an, full of energy from a good night's sleep, walked out of the bedroom with brisk steps as if he was walking on clouds, making almost no sound. He walked along the corridor that was so familiar that it seemed to be engraved in his heart, and every step he took was filled with the warmth and tranquility of home. Family photos were hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and each photo recorded the good times in the past, filling his heart with attachment to home. Finally, he came to the kitchen at home, which was always full of life. It was the hotbed of his childhood memories and an indispensable part of his growth.

In the kitchen, grandma was already busy. She was wearing an old blue cloth jacket and her hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, which made her look simple and kind. The fire was burning, and the rice porridge in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, giving off an alluring rice aroma. The aroma was like an invisible thread, tightly pulling at his heartstrings, making him speed up his pace involuntarily, as if he wanted to blend into the warmth of home as soon as possible.

"Grandma, good morning!" Liu Pingan greeted with a smile, his voice full of anticipation and vitality for the new day. He took the apron handed to him by his grandmother. It was an old apron that was washed white, with some oil stains and traces of vegetable leaves on it, but it carried countless warm memories and the taste of home. He tied it around his waist skillfully. At this moment, he seemed no longer the writer who ventured out, but the right-hand man in this small kitchen, the most caring helper of his grandmother.

"Ping An, come and help grandma cut vegetables." Grandma turned her head, her face filled with a kind smile, that smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and gentle, instantly illuminating the whole kitchen. She pointed to the fresh vegetables piled on the side. Those vegetables were colorful, with red tomatoes, green peppers, and yellow pumpkins, as if they were gifts from nature, making people happy when they saw them.

Liu Pingan picked up the kitchen knife and skillfully cut the carrots and potatoes into even small pieces. Each move revealed his familiarity and love for housework. His movements were smooth and powerful, as if he was performing a silent dance, interweaving with the sounds of grandma frying and the clash of spatulas, forming a wonderful kitchen symphony.

Grandma was frying the dishes in the pot, occasionally sprinkling some seasonings, and the fragrance instantly filled the whole kitchen and their hearts. The air was filled with the smell of home, a kind of warmth and happiness that cannot be described in words, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

At this time, the hearty laughter of grandpa and uncle came from outside the door. The laughter was like the summer breeze, blowing away all the fatigue and sorrow, bringing endless joy and relaxation. They carried two buckets of clear water on their shoulders and walked into the yard with steady steps. The clear waves in the buckets seemed to be their love and expectation for life.

"Dad, look how clear the water is. This year's harvest will definitely be good!" Uncle said to Grandpa as he put down the bucket.

"Well, yes, our family is getting better and better." Grandpa answered with a smile, his eyes full of longing and confidence for the future.

When they saw Liu Ping'an helping in the kitchen, Grandpa came over and praised him, "Wow, Ping'an got up so early to help, what a good boy!" His voice was full of relief and pride, as if he saw that the family's future and hope were pinned on Liu Ping'an. He patted Liu Ping'an on the shoulder, and the strength contained endless encouragement and support.

In the yard, Uncle San and Liu Jianjun were waving brooms, sweeping up fallen leaves and dust. Their movements were coordinated and powerful, as if they were having a silent contest to see who could sweep faster and cleaner.

"Jianping, how do you think I did?" Liu Jianjun asked proudly.

"Not bad, not bad, brother. Your skills are getting better and better." Liu Jianping replied with a smile.

Soon, the yard was cleaned up, neat and tidy, and even the air seemed to have become much fresher. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the ground, forming mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of tranquility and harmony to this morning, making people feel happy.

The eldest and third aunts dressed neatly, carrying baskets, and prepared to go to the fields to weed. They chatted about family matters as they walked, their faces filled with love and expectation for life.

"Sister-in-law, look how nice the weather is. It's perfect for working in the fields." said Aunt San.

"Yes, we have to remove the weeds quickly, otherwise it will affect the growth of crops." The aunt responded. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream, flowing with endless joy and hope.

In the kitchen, Liu Ping'an and his grandmother were also nearing the end of their collaboration. Plate after plate of delicious dishes were served on the table, including golden fried eggs, emerald green vegetables, and grandma's special braised pork. The braised pork was bright red and fragrant, which made people's appetite increase at first sight, as if it could instantly arouse their gluttony.

When the whole family sat together and enjoyed this simple but warm breakfast, Liu Pingan was filled with gratitude. He looked at the smiling faces of his family members, listened to their laughter, and felt the happiness and satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

Grandpa picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. After chewing it, he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this braised pork still has the old taste, delicious!"

The uncle also agreed: "Yes, the braised pork made by mom is different. It makes people linger every time they eat it."

The third uncle smiled and said to Liu Ping'an: "Ping'an, you must learn this skill well in the future, otherwise it will be lost."

Liu Pingan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Uncle San, I will definitely study hard."

In such a family atmosphere, Liu Pingan is more determined to use his words to record life, to convey love and warmth, and to let more people feel the happiness and satisfaction from the bottom of their hearts. He wants his words to become a bridge connecting people's hearts, to let love and dreams take root and sprout in the hearts of every reader, and to bloom the most gorgeous flowers, so that the world will become more beautiful and warm because of his words.

After breakfast, Liu Ping'an felt an indescribable impulse in his heart, a call from the depths of his soul, an endless curiosity and yearning for the vast nature. His eyes passed through the window lattice and looked at the distant and hazy mountains. Under the caress of the morning light, they were like shy girls, half-hidden, but clearly sending him a sincere invitation in a silent language, leading him into the realm full of unknowns and miracles.

"Grandma, I want to go into the mountains to hunt today." As he spoke, Liu Ping'an's eyes flashed with determination and expectation, as if he had foreseen the upcoming adventure.

A trace of surprise flashed across grandma's face, but was soon replaced by deep worry: "Ping An, hunting is no joke. There are countless dangers hidden in the mountains and forests. Are you sure you want to embark on this journey?"

Liu Ping'an smiled, his eyes full of confidence and comfort: "Grandma, don't worry, I will take good care of myself. This time I went into the mountains not only to satisfy my desire for nature, but also to train myself and let myself grow through challenges."

The grandmother looked at her grandson's determined eyes and knew that no amount of words could change his mind, so she could only nod gently, her eyes full of reluctance and blessings: "Okay, but you must be careful and come back safely."

Liu Pingan nodded heavily, his gratitude overflowing with words. He turned and walked towards the yard, where an ancestral hunting rifle was quietly waiting for his call. This hunting rifle has experienced countless storms and witnessed the glory and inheritance of the family. Now, it will accompany Liu Pingan on a new journey.

He carried a hunting rifle and a cloth bag on his shoulder, which was filled with simple dry food and a clear water bottle. It was his preparation for the unknown and his trust in himself. After waving goodbye to his family, he set foot on the path leading to the mountains, his heart full of longing and desire for the unknown world.

The mountain road is winding, like a giant dragon hovering among the mountains, and Liu Pingan is the brave knight, moving forward fearlessly. Along the way, the dense forest is like a green ocean, sparkling, and the leaves sway gently in the morning breeze, making a rustling sound, as if it is the most melodious movement of nature. The birds sing one after another, they jump on the branches or soar in the air, and their crisp and pleasant singing adds a bit of vitality to Liu Pingan's journey. The stream gurgles, the sound of water dingdong, the clear stream shuttles between the rocks, occasionally splashing a few water flowers, and in the sun, the water droplets shine with crystal light, like stars, dotted in this quiet mountain forest.

Liu Ping'an walks carefully on this vibrant land, and every step he takes is full of awe and caution. He knows that this mountain forest not only contains rich natural resources, but also hides countless unknowns and dangers. Therefore, he always stays alert, using his sharp eyes to capture every movement around him and his ears to listen to every breath of nature.

As time went by, the sun gradually rose higher, and the golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his body, covering him with a layer of golden battle robe. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the soil, which was the proof of his hard work and his most sincere respect for this land.

Suddenly, a slight noise broke the tranquility of the forest, and Liu Pingan immediately became alert. He held his breath and carefully approached the source of the sound. In a green meadow, he found a wild deer leisurely foraging. The deer was covered with soft fur, which shone softly in the sun. It lowered its head to nibble on the grass, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Liu Ping'an's heartbeat quickened. He held the hunting rifle tightly and aimed at the innocent wild deer. He knew that the decision at this moment was not only related to his harvest, but also a test of his courage and skills. He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The sound of a gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest and announced Liu Ping'an's success. The wild deer fell to the ground. Liu Ping'an walked over and looked at the prey in front of him, his heart filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment. He knew that the success of this hunting was not only a recognition of his skills, but also a reward for his patience and carefulness.

However, he did not return immediately, but continued to explore the mountains. He walked along the winding mountain road, enjoying the scenery along the way. In the mountains and forests, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants competed for beauty, they were red, yellow, purple, blue, colorful, like the palette of nature. Butterflies danced among the flowers, bees worked hard to collect nectar among the flowers, they interpreted the beauty and colorfulness of life in their own way.

Liu Ping'an also discovered many animals that are rarely seen, such as squirrels jumping between branches, rabbits running through the grass, and wild animals hidden deep in the dense forest. Their appearance made this hunting trip more colorful. Every discovery made him excited, as if every surprise was a gift from nature.

As the sun gradually rose, Liu Pingan knew it was time to go home. He carried the prey on his back and set off on his way home. Although the mountain road was rugged, his steps were unusually brisk, as if he was not carrying a heavy prey, but a full harvest and joy. His heart was full of gratitude and awe for nature, and also full of expectations and longings for the future. He knew that this hunting trip not only allowed him to harvest prey, but also allowed him to gain growth and courage. In the days to come, he will continue to move forward on the road of life with this harvest and courage.