Noon in Linghu Wetland Park.8

Due to the heavy snowfall last night, the pine trees were covered with white snow that gleamed in the midday sun.0

Carrying a hemp rope on his left shoulder and a hunting bow on his right shoulder, the young man breathed out a cold breath of white mist and looked up at the south gate of the park.0

The twisted steel bars were covered with icicles, and at the top was a table-wide wooden board with a series of numbers engraved on it.0

"404." Staring at the wooden sign for a while, Yu Hu whispered the number quietly.0

That was a habit he'd only picked up recently, and it was the method Old Charlie taught him.0

He was told that as long as he kept reciting the words he saw out in a low voice, and imagining writing them in his mind, he would eventually be able to become familiar with the meanings of those words and would never forget them.0

This method was quite effective. Recently, he had learned to write the names of himself, Xiaoyu, his father, his mother, his older brother, and his sister-in-law. He had also learned basic numbers and addition and subtraction.0

If it were a few months ago, that would make him a knowledgeable man on Baker Street.0

It was nothing special at the moment.0

Recently, the enthusiasm for learning in the town was outrageously high, especially among the young...0