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After a practice session, Han Che walked with Zhang Jin towards a nearby wooden house, where various types of bows and arrows were stored.
The wooden house exuded a mixed aroma of wood and bamboo, the result of the hard work of the bow-making masters day and night.
"A good bow is the most faithful companion of a hunter." Han Che Taking down a bow, gently stroking its body, it is made of Chinese parasol tree, hard and clear in texture.
"Chinese parasol tree?" Zhang Jin asked, still not very familiar with these materials.
"Chinese parasol tree is tough and flexible, suitable for making bow bodies. Such bows will not easily break even in the harshest environments," explained Han Che as he lightly plucked the bowstring, producing a crisp sound.
Listening to Han Che's explanation, Zhang Jin's gaze fell on those bows and arrows, each with different patterns and characteristics. She noticed that some bow bodies were thicker, while others were slender.
"What special significance do these different shapes have?" she asked curiously.
"Of course," Han Che nodded, "In the southern regions where it is rainy and humid, bamboo bows are more common. Bamboo has good elasticity, but in our cold northern region, the bows of the Chinese parasol tree and Incense cedar are more suitable. They can withstand low temperatures and won't become brittle due to the cold."
Zhang Jin listened intently, reaching out to touch a bow made of Incense cedar, feeling its smooth and solid texture.
"So, how do you distinguish the quality of a bow?" She turned to look at Han Che.
"First, look at the wood." Han Che Pick up a bow, "Observe whether its texture is even, and feel if its surface is smooth and flawless. Next is the bowstring, a good bowstring is tight and elastic, able to withstand repeated tension without easily breaking."
Zhang Jin seemed to have an epiphany after listening, and once again picked up the Chinese parasol tree bow with a more professional eye, observing it from the wood to the bowstring, every part showing its excellence.
"Can I try this bow?" Zhang Jin asked, with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Of course," Han Che smiled as he handed the bow to Zhang Jin.
Zhang Jin stood on the open ground, pulled the bowstring, and this time her movements were more confident and fluid. As the arrow flew out, its trajectory was more stable than before, closer to the bullseye.
Zhang Jin knew that improving her archery skills was not something that could be achieved in a day, but every time the bowstring lightly hummed and the arrow flew out, the excitement surging in her heart told her that she was making progress step by step.
She gently stroked the bow in her hand, feeling its texture and tension. "This bow is really top-notch, it's just a pity that my archery skills are not up to par," Zhang Jin said self-deprecatingly.
The gaze of " Han Che " was as clear as autumn water: "Indeed, but at least your arrows are getting closer to the bullseye every time." " Han Che " spoke gently and firmly, with encouraging words devoid of any hint of pity or disappointment.
Zhang Jin looked at Han Che and gave a bitter smile, "Thank you for your encouragement. It seems I still have a long way to go."
"Every hunter starts by practicing with arrows before becoming skilled," Han Che replied with a faint smile, "What's more important is continuous learning and improvement."
Night gradually enveloped the practice field, and Han Che and Zhang Jin packed up their bows and arrows together, preparing to return to the village.
On the way back, Han Che began to tell stories and history about archery, his words filled with respect for this ancient skill.
"Do you know? In ancient times, the bow was not only a tool for hunting, but also a weapon of war," Han Che said as she walked, "A good bow could determine the outcome of a battle."
Zhang Jin listened with great interest, becoming more and more intrigued by the history and skills of this tribe.
"So, how are these bows made?" Zhang Jin asked, her curiosity Han Che piqued.
"The process of making a bow is both complex and meticulous," Han Che began to explain. "It requires selecting good wood, followed by a long period of air-drying, then meticulous carving, and finally assembling the bowstring."
They walked and talked until the lights of the village twinkled ahead, their Han Che words interwoven with Zhang Jin's laughter, creating the warmest melody in the night.
As the autumn deepens, the village of the barbarian tribe welcomes the annual hunting season. This is a grand event that all the young men of the tribe must participate in to prepare for the upcoming harsh winter.
Young tribal leader Han Che and the high priest lead the young and experienced hunters of the tribe deep into the forest to hunt enough food to stockpile for the winter.
Zhang Jin came to the shooting range alone. When Young tribal leader was there, the children in the tribe dared not approach.
Now that Young tribal leader is gone, the children seem to have gained a certain freedom, picking up their bows and arrows, showing off their archery skills.
She stood aside, watching the children's archery, feeling a bit self-mocking. These young children, their archery was even more precise than her own.
After practicing for a while, Zhang Jin felt it was about time to go back.
At that moment, three children ran over, their eyes shining mischievously.
"Sister, come with us on an adventure!" The youngest child tugged at Zhang Jin's sleeve, his face full of anticipation.
Zhang Jin With a slight smile, she squatted down and asked the children, "Where do you want to go on an adventure?"
"To the house of the high priest!" Another child exclaimed excitedly, his eyes shining with curiosity about the unknown.
The home of the high priest is a place filled with mystery for ordinary people. It is said to hold many ancient secrets and strange treasures.
"But the high priest's home is forbidden. Can we really go in?" Zhang Jin frowned, feeling hesitant.
"It's okay, the high priest and the other hunters are out hunting, so his house is empty now," another child said in a low voice, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Zhang Jin looked at the children and felt that they really wanted to go on an adventure. So, he sighed and finally nodded, "Alright, but we have to be careful and not touch anything, okay."
The children cheered and surrounded Zhang Jin, like a group of young warriors ready for an adventure.
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