Rushing Mountain 1969: Start with a Crossbow

In 1969, when I was sixteen years old, less than half a year after my father died, my mother remarried. My stepfather thought I was a freeloader, so he kicked me out of the house on the twelfth lunar month - "Go wherever you like, you will be destined to starve to death in the mountains." On a snowy night, I hid in the Broken Mountain Temple in the back mountain. When I was about to freeze to death, I found an ancient black iron crossbow under the altar table. From that day on, every arrow I shot would automatically track the vital points of my prey. One arrow, one life, never fails. Roe deer, wild boar, and sika deer are my food; sable, otter, and lynx are my bank. The thousands of miles of mountains and forests in the Daxingan Mountains are my granary! Three months later, my stepfather brought someone to my door to ask for something. I hung the black iron crossbow on the wall and said, "Want it? Go into the mountains and earn it yourself. If you do it again, the arrows will not have eyes next time." My name is Zhao Lie, I am sixteen this year. From today on, I have the final say in this forest.