林凡低头啃着粗劣的午饭，碗里的米糠多得硌牙。他摸了摸口袋，里面只有两个铜板，还是昨天偷偷从私塾先生袖子里摸的。 Starting his life in the village, he noticed that every child had at least five coppers in their pockets, while he only had two. He sullenly looked at the tall and sturdy boy sitting next to him, Li Yuan. Liu Yuan, the top student in the village, not only had a full coin purse but also a thin, animal skin bag slung over his shoulder. From time to time, he would take out a piece of roasted meat the size of his palm and show it off proudly to the children around him.

"Look! The wild boar meat I shot this morning! It's delicious!" Liu Yuan puffed out his chest, watching the children's covetous eyes. Lin Fan's eyes were slightly better than ordinary people's, he saw that the meat was indeed a wild boar, but it was clearly cooked for a long time and was a bit burnt. It's hard to imagine that a fifteen-year-old boy could hunt down a wild boar. He shook his head slightly, feeling a little unbelievable.