The story describes my grandfather's generation in the 1950s. At that time, there was a shortage of food and we often didn't have enough to eat. Everyone tried all kinds of ways to find something to eat. Our family was a little better because my grandfather knew how to hunt and had accurate marksmanship. One night, my grandfather came into the room and picked up a gun. He called out "Xiao Wu" and we went into the mountains to hunt game. The story begins...
