Chapter 1: Tiger Roar
Occupations only have different divisions of labor, there is no distinction between high and low.

If he had a choice, Yang Chang would like to change his career. He had just learned hunting for half a year when he was drafted into the army to hunt tigers.

There was a tiger infestation on Jingyang Ridge, and all the hunters in the village were forcibly conscripted by the village head to eliminate the plague.

This is like not graduating from elementary school but being sent to the college entrance examination by the class teacher.

Can you achieve results?

Although the village head is not an official, his words are law in the village.

Dare to say no?

Yang Chang didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that he could learn some skills by following along, but the reality was cruel.

In three months, the tiger on Jingyang Ridge was not caught, but dozens of hunters and militiamen were killed.

After the villagers' bloody lesson, both hunters and young and strong men became timid and everyone was very negative about catching tigers.

If the tiger threat is not eliminated, it will pose a threat to the surrounding areas.

When the news of their negative behavior reached the county, the magistrate was furious and immediately sent officials to Jingnan Township to hold them accountable and give the hunters a beating.

Last year, Yang Chang's hometown was hit by an epidemic, and his parents and brothers died one after another. He had no one to rely on and had to leave his hometown and go to live with his cousin Yang De in Jingnan Township.

Yang De had a family to support, and if he was beaten with a stick and his health was damaged, it would affect his livelihood, so he persuaded his nephew Yang Chang to take the punishment on his behalf.

Yang Chang was living under someone else's roof, so he had no choice but to agree.

Although he was young and strong, he ate two helpings of sticks at once and couldn't get out of bed afterwards.

Yang De invited a doctor from the village, and Yang Chang was already fast asleep on the bed.

"hiss"

"It hurts so much"

As soon as the doctor touched him, Yang Chang suddenly raised his neck, shouted, and fainted.

"Doctor, Sanlang."

"No problem. Your nephew's pulse is strong and powerful. He is indeed a person who survived the plague. He is really tough."

"That"

"Keep applying the golden wound medicine. I'll prescribe two doses of medicine for you to boil and take orally. You can get out of bed after a few days of rest."

"well."

Yang De escorted the doctor to the door. His wife, Lu, pulled at his collar and asked timidly, "Is Sanlang really okay? He vomited blood several times this afternoon."

"The doctor said it's fine, why are you worrying? The blood should be vomited out, I'll kill a chicken to replenish it later."

"Oh"

Yang De said this, but in his heart he also lamented that his nephew was very lucky. He thought that if he took those twenty sticks, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.

Yang Chang was not a very lucky person, as he died before the doctor arrived.

The cry just now was from a soul from another time and space, which traveled through time and space to Yang Chang after sudden death.

It was already evening when I was awakened by the pain again.

At first, Yang thought it was an occupational disease, back pain caused by sitting for a long time.

But the feeling of this pain is different from the pain from sitting for a long time.

Open your eyes.

In the dim vision, the environment looks very unfamiliar.

Yang Chang did not panic. His mind was occupied by the pain and he had no energy to think about anything else.

During the brief lucid interval, he slowly realized that something was wrong. Everything he saw around him was too simple and ancient.
The next morning, Yang De, dressed in ancient costume, came into the room to change the medicine. Only then did Yang Chang confirm that he was not dreaming, but had actually traveled through time.

It must be because my life was poor before, and God gave me the opportunity to live again.

During the days he was recuperating in bed, Yang Chang only came into contact with Yang De and his wife and children, but he still managed to get a basic understanding of the situation by listening more and asking less.

This place is called Jingnan Township, which was under the jurisdiction of Yanggu County of the Song Dynasty.

Yang Chang was staying at his uncle Yang De's house. A few days ago, he was punished by the government for Yang De, so he was lying in bed recuperating from his injuries.

Song Dynasty, the emperor is Zhao Ji, who is in the hunter's family
Although he was dealt a bad hand, Yang Chang was not panicked at all.

He has read quite a few novels, and for a character with a bad beginning like this, there is a high probability that there is a cheat code or system.

I tried various methods during the day but didn't find the golden finger.

At night, Yang Chang called the system softly, but the only response was the chirping of insects outside the window.

I have to be patient. How can a time traveler not have any benefits?

Maybe the system is still loading, that must be it.

Yang Chang stayed in bed at home for eight or nine days, and until he was able to get out of bed and move around, the so-called system did not appear.

"It shouldn't be."

"Sanlang, you look good, you should be feeling better, right?"

"Ah? It's okay."

"It's OK. You have to go on night duty with me tonight. Eat well before you go out."

"Oh"

Yang Chang went outside to bask in the sun and happened to meet Yang De who was returning home. When he saw that his nephew was able to get out of the ground and move around, his tense face instantly brightened up.

Hunting tigers carries the risk of death, and passive resistance will result in a beating. Under pressure, hunters and local militiamen who have received the task set traps on the mountainside roadsides to wait for the big tigers to fall into the traps, and remind passers-by to cross the hill in groups.

For such a high-risk job, the village cannot force hunters and militiamen to die, and the county officials and soldiers are also life-conscious people, so no one volunteers to hunt tigers, so they turn a blind eye.

Whenever the county magistrate asked about this matter, the official in charge would go to the countryside to hold the magistrate accountable and impose punishment.

Yang Chang was beaten so badly that he could not get up from the ground. The yamen runners who followed him were very careful in beating him with sticks, because after all, if the hunter was injured, no one would do anything for him.

If the villagers arranged good food and wine, or if the lazy hunters were willing to pay some money, they could even be spared the pain.

Yang De was an outsider in the village. The few acres of land he owned was not enough to support his family, so he could only rely on hunting to make a living. He was reluctant to spend money on hunting, so he was active and serious when on duty.

Even if he couldn't find any fault with his work, there were still places where Yang De spent money.

There were originally fourteen registered hunters in the village, but unfortunately most of them were killed during the previous tiger hunts. Now there are only six left, including Yang Chang. They take turns on duty every morning and evening, with two hunters on duty each time.

Yang Chang is on the roster and will not be absent from duty due to injury. Yang De will either take over the shift himself or ask someone to take over for his nephew.

For a dangerous mission like this, you can't just say a few nice words to get help. You need real money to get help.

There are fewer people and the turn is faster.

Yang De felt the pain of spending money, so when he saw that Yang Chang was in better condition, he immediately urged him to "return to work."

The sun was setting in the west, and the uncle and nephew went to take over, carrying their hunting pitchforks.

The two walked half a mile on the mountain path when Yang Chang suddenly stopped beside a huge rock. He saw the three words "Jingyang Ridge" engraved on the rock.

"Why did you stop? It's almost time."

“Oh, I’ll come.”

Hearing Yang De urging him in front, Yang Chang responded and followed.

Yang Chang often heard his uncle and aunt scold the big beast for harming people. He also knew that the big beast was a tiger, but he didn't know it was the tiger on Jingyang Ridge. He wondered if this was the world of Water Margin?
Compared with the history of the Song Dynasty, Yang Chang is more familiar with the Water Margin stories.

The tiger on Jingyang Ridge is still there, which means Wu Song has not appeared yet?

Since Yang Chang had no system to rely on, he began to think of clinging to Wu Song.

In a blink of an eye, the uncle and nephew reached the ambush point on the mountainside. They exchanged a few words with the hunter on duty and immediately changed into tiger skin clothes as camouflage.

Yang De finished dressing himself first, and then helped his nephew who was still injured to dress. At the same time, he reminded him: "We have been keeping a close eye on it these days, so the beast has no chance to hurt anyone. It should be starving now. We have to be alert at night. If there is any disturbance, light a fire and call for help."

"Oh."

"This tiger skin coat is quite heavy. The scars on your back haven't completely scabbed off yet. If it's hard to bear at night, you have to persevere. You can't take it off until tomorrow morning when you change shifts. I don't know when this frustrating life will end. Alas."

“I saved it.”

Yang Chang was not sure whether he was in the Water Margin world, and he was afraid that mentioning Wu Song would arouse Yang De's suspicion, so he did not say anything to comfort his uncle.

Yang De's words were full of helplessness. Yang Chang suddenly felt emotional and couldn't help muttering to himself: "There is no such thing as a peaceful life. We are just carrying the burden for others."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I mean that the night will eventually pass, and that evil creature will be dealt with by someone, and we will return to normal life."

"Ah"

Yang De smiled faintly upon hearing this and said jokingly, "Sanlang has been beaten up, so he can speak more fluently. But you have a point. As long as we keep a good lookout, we can starve that evil beast to death!"

At dusk, the last rays of the setting sun burn out.

On Jingyang Ridge, the trees are tall and the light is dim.

Not long after the weary birds returned to their nests, a strong wind suddenly blew in the forest.

"Why is the wind blowing?"

"What's wrong?"

Yang Chang's disapproving tone made Yang De frown beside him and said in a deep voice: "I once heard a local teacher say that all clouds in the world come from dragons, all winds come from tigers, and there is a big beast on this hill."

"Ouch!"

Before Yang De could finish his words, a deafening tiger roar was heard from the hill, making the two men's hair stand on end.

"Uncle Five!"

"It's the beast that's roaring, but it sounds like it's still far away from us. Go and remind everyone to get closer. If the big beast comes and eats the trap, they have to come to support in time."

"Eh."

Yang Chang stood up and responded while moving towards the militia’s sentry post.

Along the way, the tiger roared from time to time. It was not known whether it was because it was hungry or because it met its old enemy Wu Song.

When I returned to Yang De, the tiger's roar had disappeared, and the strange wind was nowhere to be seen.

Just now, the tiger roared in the forest, scaring away the night insects on the hill, and now there was silence all around.

About an incense stick of time later, a rustling sound suddenly came from the forest path diagonally ahead.

"Uncle Five!"

"Don't panic, this sound is not right. Look at that gray figure, it looks like a person."

"Is it a human?"

Yang Chang's heart was pounding. Could the person coming be Wu Song?

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(End of this chapter)