Afraid of encountering danger on the road after dark, Chen Zhou hurriedly returned with Lai Fu.
He reheated yesterday's leftover bird meat. The fishy smell was stronger today, yet Chen Zhou ate it with great relish.
Nearly a month had passed, and he could feel himself gradually becoming stronger.
After the last transport trip, the overload of physical labor had decreased.
Almost every day, he was running with a load, causing his weight to drop, but his physical condition improved instead.
His muscles no longer ached, and the scars on his body were slowly healing. Everything was heading in the right direction.
After dinner, Chen Zhou hung up a string of targets with a rope and began practicing with the matchlock gun and crossbow.
The sounds of gunshots echoed through the forest, startling the newly nesting birds to scatter in panic, flying out of the canopy like a shadowy cloud.
