Chapter 1604: Hunting on Foot

"Hold your guns, stretch your arms..."

"That's right, that's it."

Li Zitao guided Izzy's gun holding posture in a low voice. Because of the length of his arms, he had to hold the handle of the gun under his armpit to ensure stability.

Seeing that he had firmly held the gun, Li Zitao allowed him to put his finger into the trigger, "Be careful, now...you have mastered its fate."

"If you are accurate enough, today you will be hunting the first prey in your life." Just as Li Zitao finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the forest, and the stag suddenly raised its front hooves, its head with antlers raised vigorously and screamed in fear.

Then its proud head fell heavily to the ground, and with a few heavy gasps, the forest returned to tranquility again.

"Good shot." Li Zitao rubbed the little guy's head and smiled.

Celia was more concerned about his situation, and said with some concern, "Do you think it's okay?"

Izzy put the butt of the gun on the ground, and said uncertainly: "Yes~ I don't know!"

Shooting a gun was easier than he had imagined, but when the bullet hit the prey, he was not as happy as he imagined, instead he felt a sense of loss and emptiness in his heart.

Yixi felt the fragility of life and the impermanence of fate.

This shocked him a lot, and the impact on him was long-lasting.

"Come on, kid." Li Zitao pulled Yixi towards the prey in a manly manner.

The maternal instinct made Celia want to stop it, but she thought that he was a boy, the previous performance, this era of the jungle.

Celia restrained her maternal desire for protection and caution, and quickly followed.

"What are we going to do next?" Crouching in front of the breathless stag, Izzy asked with some uncertainty, "Are you going to stick blood on your face and leave a mark like the tribe?"

"Why do you ask that?" Li Zitao asked.

"Why do you think so?" Celia said nervously.

Yixi raised her head and said doubtfully, "I saw it on TV, didn't I?"

Li Zitao glanced at Celia first, and after reaching an agreement, he said: "If you want, of course we can do it."

"But in fact, it is a special ceremony maintained by a small number of tribes, which represents respect for the laws of life and nature, and uses blood to commend courage and growth."

"How do you know this?" Izzy asked curiously.

Li Zitao pointed to his head and said: "If you have read the record books related to Indians, you will also understand this."

"You don't really want to smear blood on his face, do you?" Celia leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Li Zitao nodded without denying it, and Yixi also made his own decision: "Then do it!"

If doing so represented courage and growth, Izzy felt it was the result he wanted.

Using two fingers to touch the wound of the buck, Li Zitao first slid two marks on his left cheek, and then on his right cheek.

Seeing the bloodstains on his face, Celia's hand uncontrollably wanted to wipe it off for him.

But when she saw the confident smile on Issie's face, Celia quietly withdrew her raised hand and smiled brightly at him.

"The harvest was good today, let's go." Li Zitao held the stag's body on his shoulders, planning to find a place to clean it up.

"Is this the way to go back?" Issie seemed unsatisfied. It seemed that the blood not only brought him courage, but also brought him impulsiveness and greed.

Li Zitao took his hand and said: "To be a human being, you need to know contentment and gratitude. Today's harvest is enough."

Pulling Yixi, who had an ancient imprint on his face, the three of them found a flat grassland.

Li Zitao started to deal with the venison on hand, and left for a while by the way. He prepared the deer head and planned to take it back to fill and dry it, and hang it in the manor as a souvenir.

After all, this is the first prey in his life, and the future will be his capital to show off and good memories.

"Do you plan to go back to China?" While roasting venison,

Li Zitao looked at Yixi who was stabbing the ant nest with a wooden stick in the distance, and inquired about Celia's future plans by the way.

"I want to wait until he's in middle school." Celia shook her head. "It's not good for Issy's education and soul to always run around."

"Aren't you afraid that he will become a staid German?" Li Zitao said jokingly.

Celia said with raised eyebrows, "Even so, he is still my son."

"It's mine too." Li Zitao said as he cut off a piece of venison with a knife, blew on it and threw it into his mouth.

The taste is just right, with the aroma of pine cones and green leaves, which just neutralizes the faint smell of blood in the meat, making it more delicious.

"Try it, I think I have a talent for roasting meat." Li Zitao cut a few slices of meat, wrapped them in clean leaves and handed them to Celia.

"You should open a restaurant. The business will definitely be poor." Celia took the leaves wrapped in venison, and after tasting it, her eyes narrowed into beautiful crescent moons.

"Why?" Seeing that she was still satisfied with the taste, Li Zitao was curious why she said that, and called Yixi from a distance.

"The annual deer hunting season is short enough to put you out of business unless you want to sponsor poachers."

Although Celia seldom hunts, her father, Du Tanlong, is an old hunter. He followed his grandfather to participate in the annual hunting day when he was very young.

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have accepted so easily, letting her eight-year-old son take a rifle to the mountains to hunt prey.

"It's so delicious, it's the best meat I've ever eaten." Issy wolfed down his portion, and turned his gaze to the stag turning over on the bonfire.

Even if the internal organs, neck and head are removed, it weighs about 300 kilograms.

Not to mention the few of them, even if you add bodyguards and entourages, don't even try to finish eating, most of them will be packed and taken away later.

And the viscera, "You'll have to bury it with me later."

"Can we stay here tonight?" Izzy said, nibbling on a deer leg that was too big for him.

Usually, his mother would not bring him to this kind of activity. Most of the activities they participated in were brunch, afternoon tea party, reading club or some boring dance parties.

Issie likes brunch and afternoon tea very much, including the reading club.

He can share a lot with people in book clubs, which is his favorite pace of life.

But those balls are too boring for him, although his little tuxedo is very handsome, so he can always be the most dazzling one at the ball.

But it still can't change the boring nature of the dance party, if they can talk more about topics related to literature and art.

Instead of discussing who got divorced, who had extramarital affairs, who bought which famous brand's new season, luxury cars, beach houses...

Issie might be more patient and listen to which young lady they want to introduce to herself.