After leaving the shelter, he relieved himself with a satisfying urination, then crawled back into the cabin, added so logs to the fireplace, and set a clay pot on to heat.
Once everything was settled, he lifted Little White onto his shoulders and stepped outside for a walk.
After breakfast and taking care of Little White’s casting rods, he once again got his gear together and set out for yesterday’s hunting ground.
A single swan could provide Lin Yang with at least a day’s worth of at—the at was secondary, the key was the swan down. Yesterday’s swan should have yielded about four ounces of down, and with such high quality, not much was needed to make a down comforter.
Having secured the shelter’s door, he started today’s live broadcast.
"Good morning, host."
"What are we doing in today’s live stream? Continuing the hunt?"
"Host, host, your video hunting swans with Hai Dongqing yesterday made it to the hot searches on Weibo."
" 1 from the floor above, I saw it too. Soone posted a screen recording, but that guy was pretty decent, he tagged your account under the video."
It was sowhat unexpected for Lin Yang to make the hot search, but he nodded, "I’m aware. If the brother who shared it is in our live broadcast, I hope you keep today’s hunt. Yesterday’s footage of the kill wasn’t perfect, Little White also lacked experience, but I feel like we should do better today.
Additionally, before I rested last night, I reflected on yesterday’s hunt and felt that our thod of driving the flock of swans was a bit too low-tech, so I made myself a new hunting tool out of tree bark on the fly."
As he spoke, he took off a strange tool made from a strip of tree bark from his lower back.
This contraption was made of two halves joined, with a flat pouch at the bottom. It looked like a whip, but it wasn’t.
"Host, what is that thing?"
"Sa question, a whip? Doesn’t look like it."
"It’s kind of similar to the tool used for spear throwing in African docuntaries, but theirs is carved and polished from wood or bone."
Lin Yang casually picked up a small stone, placed it in the pouch, and swung it around for a few turns. As it gained speed and he flung it out, he released one of the strings, and the stone was swiftly slung out.
"Holy shit, is that a primitive slingshot?"
"Slingshot confird, but this thing doesn’t seem accurate at all."
Lin Yang laughed and shook his head, "It’s not a slingshot; its technical na is a sling. It’s an ancient long-range tool passed down. So pastoralists use it to help herd sheep and fend off wolves that harass their flocks.
In ancient tis, slings were also used as a dium to long-range attack thod, broadly adopted by the military. For instance, the famous Ming dynasty general Qi Jiguang’s troops were widely equipped with it.
Mine is roughly made and lacks precision; aiming for a Little Swan would be a tough call, but it’s good enough for tossing stones to drive a flock of swans on the water, like yesterday when banging on the dented can felt a bit low-tech."
"I just used Baidu, and there really is such a thing as a sling."
"Host is so cool, able to make ancient equipnt, that’s amazing."
"Bangin’ on a tal can to herd swans did look a bit silly, yesterday’s herding footage seed a bit dim-witted."
"Damn, so I wasn’t the only one who thought those herding gestures looked dim."
" too, too, switching to a sling looks much more reliable."
"Haha, indeed, the aesthetics of us brothers are astonishingly consistent."
"Cut it out, check my profile album, I’ve turned yesterday’s herding footage into a GIF. Host, when you co back, give a signed photo, and I’ll delete the GIF."
"Hahaha, too late, I’ve already saved it locally—the host looks so funny."
Initially, all Lin Yang did was spontaneously improve the technique for herding swans, but he accidentally created a classic GIF.
In the GIF, he held a tin can in his left hand and ran while beating it with his right hand; the image from behind was just too comical.
For a long while after, this GIF was circulated on various forums and stickied posts.
Of course, that’s a story for another day.
When Lin Yang saw the relentless sharing among his shaless viewers, he imdiately put away the sling, waved his hand with righteous indignation, and said, "Stop it, all of you. You guys are not being fair. Push , and I might end the stream. Don’t you want to watch Little White hunt anymore?"
The threat of ending the stream hit the viewers where it hurt, and the previously noisy crowd instantly quieted down.
"That’s more like it, everyone stop it right now. Let’s turn the page, no one ntions that anymore, or else I’ll instantly turn hostile and end the stream."
Lin Yang, who was accustod to playing tough, unexpectedly ca off as temperantal with his remarks, which instantly slaughtered his viewers into submission.
These shaless folks, dreading the prospect of the stream ending, no longer dared to post provocative comnts, and no one ntioned anything about the dim-witted actions any longer.
With a few words, Lin Yang controlled the pace of the live broadcast room and continued, "There’s no wind this morning, which is the perfect weather for Little White to hunt. Let’s not dawdle, take off, and prepare for battle."
The next second, he held Little White and took off the hat on his head; a few seconds later, Little White adjusted to the ambient light, stretched its wings, and with a vigorous leap, naturally began to gain altitude.
The arrival of Little White caused quite a stir among the flock of swans again. The leading adult swan emitted a warning sound, and the previously scattered flocks frolicking and foraging on the water quickly gathered into a large group. He roughly counted, and there seed to be about thirty to forty swans.
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