Chapter 5: Bitter? not bitter
"You said, how long can he last?"
Taking advantage of the break, several young people gathered together and discussed in low voices.
"It's been two days."
"Two days? I think one day is enough. Don't you realize that he can barely lift his right hand in less than an hour? To put it bluntly, he probably has to give up in the afternoon."
"What you said, I immediately remembered. I practiced archery for a day, and when I went back at night, I couldn't even hold the bowl, and my fingers were peeling."
"Hey, who isn't? In comparison, it's easier to practice guns. It would be even better if you have a pistol." A young man smiled foolishly.
"You have a good idea. The price of firearms has been skyrocketed by those unscrupulous businessmen. A bullet of such a large size has to be exchanged for several catties of grain. It is too unscrupulous!"
Several people were chatting, and the topic changed from Chen Fan to something else.
Actually, Chen Fan really feels overwhelmed now.
This body is not as good as a normal person. Every time I stretch Hong to the full, I almost have to do my best. After more than ten consecutive stretches, the whole right arm is shaking, as if it doesn't belong to me at all.
The only advantage is that the proficiency has increased a lot.
[Basic Archery: Lv0 (28%)]
One of them was only one finger away from the bull's-eye, and the progress increased by 5% all of a sudden.
Chen Fan took a deep breath, lifted his numb right arm again, and drew the bowstring, but this time, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't draw the bowstring fully.
The next moment, the arrow flew out of his hand, flew three or four meters away, and stuck in the ground.
"Are you stupid, kid? I have no strength, and I don't know how to rest for a while?"
The lame man's voice sounded.
Chen Fan turned around and gave him an embarrassed smile, and said, "What Uncle Zhang said is, I'll rest for a while."
As he spoke, he sighed, haste makes waste, although he really wanted to maximize his proficiency, but his physical condition did not allow it?
"Come here, I'll massage your arm."
Just then the lame man said again.
This time, not only Chen Fan, but even the young people sitting next to him were stunned, their eyes seemed to say, don't we get this kind of treatment when we practice archery?
"cut."
The lame man said disdainfully at several people: "You guys are also called practicing arrows? Weak and weak, those who know think you are practicing arrows, those who don't know think you are playing cotton?"
Several people suddenly blushed.
Although, they did do foreign work a few times on the way...but it was also a sore arm, and they couldn't lift it up.
"This," Chen Fan said shyly, "Uncle Zhang, don't you need it?"
"If you don't want to go to the bathroom later, and you can't lift your pants, I have no problem." The lame man shrugged.
Chen Fan hissed, but still bit the bullet and said: "Then, then I will trouble Uncle Zhang."
"I wish I hadn't done this earlier, there are too many things to do." The lame man limped over and muttered.
The words sound rough, and anyone who is not stupid can hear the concern in them.
Chen Fan stretched out his right arm, and soon felt a sense of comfort and comfort. The previous fatigue seemed to be swept away, and his body regained control over his right arm.
It lasted for almost twenty minutes. During the journey, Chen Fan tried to withdraw his arm several times, but was stopped by the other party's eyes.
When the massage was over, Chen Fan was even more embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Zhang, thank you for your hard work."
The lame man waved his hand and said, "Compared to what your father did for the people in the village, this little thing is nothing at all."
Chen Fan was stunned, and he understood a little bit.
What Uncle Zhang said was that his father has always worked hard to ensure the survival of the people in the village, no matter how old or young, whether male or female, right?
"Boy, listen to Uncle Zhang's persuasion, this arrow technique is not so easy to practice, even if you can hit every shot now, but in the wild, it's a moving target, and it's hard to hit."
He glanced at the longbow, and said earnestly.
"Uncle Zhang, I understand, but if I give up now, won't I give up halfway?" Chen Fan looked into the other's eyes and said calmly.
Finally, the progress bar of basic archery is close to 30%. If you give up at this time, why not practice from scratch? So much energy wasted in vain.
"Too."
The crippled man nodded and said, "You practice slowly," then turned and left.
Of course, the young people on the other side have worked hard.
Chen Fan looked at the back of the other party, and thought in his heart, Uncle Zhang looks like a big bastard, he often talks about his ass, but he is a delicate person in his heart. If he is not lame, he must be his father. Right-hand man.
He sighed softly in his heart, picked up the bow and arrow again, and walked towards the target.
Raising bows and arrows again and again is a very boring thing for others, and there is no feedback yet.
But for him, every time he shoots an arrow with a standard posture, he can increase his proficiency a little bit, and the closer he is to the bull's-eye, the increased proficiency will be greatly improved!
This undoubtedly refreshed him, and he corrected his posture in the shooting of arrows again and again, so that the physical fatigue could be tolerated.
"It seems that I underestimated this kid."
The lame man took a look and nodded slightly.
Just relying on this spirit of striving to be the best every time, there is no second one in the village. Perhaps, he can really persevere?
Time passed bit by bit. At noon, Chen Fan went back to have lunch. Of course, the so-called lunch was the same as last night's dinner, it was still a bowl of porridge.
But after learning that Chen Fan was practicing archery, the woman put an extra spoon into his bowl.
"Xiaofan, if it's hard, stop practicing."
She looked at Chen Fan's red hands, feeling distressed.
Although she was pleased that Chen Fan was sensible and willing to share the pressure with her husband, she was even more worried that when the father and son went out hunting together, in case of accident, how would she live as a woman with a child?
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head, bitter? It's really not bitter, he still enjoys it.
Drinking the porridge quickly, he rushed to practice archery without stopping, leaving behind a distressed mother and a bewildered younger brother.
"Oh, there is no way, time is running out, we must race against time."
Chen Fan sighed, this camp is already very fragile, if there is another blow, the consequences will be unimaginable, but the experience in the previous life told him that good luck and misfortune often come and go, and he must grow up as soon as possible.
He walked briskly while looking at the property panel.
After a whole morning of practice, the proficiency of basic archery has reached 52%. If nothing else, he will be able to raise this skill to level 1 before dark.
At that time, there will definitely be some great changes!