sbdcsierra Chapter 18 - 18 18 The Gun is Too Weak_1
Chapter 18 - 18 18 The Gun is Too Weak_1
18: Chapter 18 The Gun is Too Weak_1 18: Chapter 18 The Gun is Too Weak_1 Since Lin Baoguo agreed to talk to the school, the matter was essentially settled.
Everyone in the town, who was willing to attend junior high, could usually finish it.
Especially as Yan Fei was known for not causing trouble in elementary school; he didn’t talk or fiddle during class, at most he liked to sleep.
Yan Fei had made up his mind.
The school was so close to his home, as long as he could continue there, even if he was just idling the days away, he would still learn something.
The small town had everything from elementary to high school, it’d be a waste not to attend.
Even though his aim was to make money, he understood the benefits of schooling.
At the very least, if he didn’t go to school, he wouldn’t know how to read or know about dinosaurs.
Even if it was just to learn more about his own island, he was willing to spend more days at school.
During the day, when his “target” returned to its nest, he finally saw the effectiveness of last night’s shot—the place where the pterosaur was hit looked burnt or maybe smoked, in any case, a small section had changed color.
Other than that, there wasn’t much of an effect.
The small spot Yan Fei guessed, was similar to a bruise; it was also possible that it was just stained by the gunpowder, anyway, Yan Fei had no intention of touching it to find out.
This was such a daunting task!
Letting out a long sigh, Yan Fei took the opportunity to steal several dinosaur eggs, one to cook for the upcoming meal, the rest to be saved for later use.
He was really too lazy to monitor every day which eggs were newly laid, so he planned to do it this way in the future, observing several targets at once and preparing meals for three, five, seven, or eight days at a time.
After packing up, he set off to steal some bamboo poles from the bamboo forest.
The bamboo here wasn’t the giant moso bamboo that could grow as thick as one’s thigh, but green bamboo, the thickest was only about the size of a child’s wrist.
Yan Fei didn’t understand other uses, he just knew that this bamboo was perfect for making a fishing rod.
During the day, there were some youngsters playing in the bamboo forest, mostly junior or high school students.
But they were mostly taking photos, while Yan Fei chose a suitable location by sneaking around.
A trench right next to the bamboo forest.
Remembering the spot, he began to wander around to see if there were any traces of wild chickens or rabbits.
Around noon, there was no one around, including the distant farmland.
Yan Fei took out a small saw and sat in the trench he had picked out earlier, starting his “theft”.
The bamboo here was just for appearance, the whole body was emerald green, pleasing to the eye.
But probably because it was cheap, the old man who looked after the bamboo forest didn’t seem to care much about it.
He mainly prevented it from accidentally being set on fire by someone and causing a greater disaster.
Most of the time when children came to “steal” a bamboo pole or something, they could generally succeed—except when the old man looking after the bamboo forest or the people working in the nearby farmland saw them, no one uttered a word.
Fearing that one might not fit and he wouldn’t be able to replace it, Yan Fei sawed off two pieces in the blink of an eye and stashed them on the island.
As he was leaving, he spotted some bamboo roots sticking out of the trench and decided not to leave yet.
He dug out a small shovel and after scraping for a while in the trench, uncovered a large section of bamboo roots along with a few small bamboo shoots.
He unceremoniously took all of them, found a spot on the island to dig a hole, and buried them.
After brushing off his hands, he walked away nonchalantly.
On his way home, he bought seven or eight fishing hooks and five or six reels of fishing line, which in total only cost two yuan.
When he got home, he swiftly made two fishing rods.
The float was replaced by foam found at home, as the store-bought ones were too easily damaged and a waste of money.
After making the stuff, he quickly started cooking.
At lunchtime a girl had come over to eat with him, in the afternoon a couple of buddies accompanied him by the river to catch crabs.
After dinner, Yan Fei got busy again.
He went back to the bamboo forest, to the spot he had noted in the morning, and after a quick
When he looked again, he was moved to anger.
The Pterosaur’s concealed wound was barely visible if not examined closely.
Was this just one day later?
He was at a loss for a while.
The gunpowder he’d found was already in short supply.
He initially planned on shooting once a day and wear the Pterosaur down as the wound would never heal.
Seeing the rapid healing of the Pterosaur, he knew his original plan wouldn’t work.
He counted his ammunition, estimating he could only fire six or seven more shots.
Yan Fei watched the alert Pterosaur flock, abandoned the idea to bomb them all at once, and decided to hunt rabbits instead.
He had no choice, the Pterosaur nest was a bit dangerous.
In case during the very moment he entered, the unsettled Pterosaurs, who were just disturbed, fluttered their wings, his slight body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.