This story is about what life was like for my grandfather's generation in the 1950s. Food was scarce, and people often went hungry. Everyone came up with all sorts of ways to find something to eat. Our family had it a little better because my grandfather was a good hunter with excellent aim. One evening, he went into the room and picked up his gun. Then he called, “Xiao Wu!” and said, “Let's head into the mountains and hunt some game.” And that's how the story began...
