Ghost Blowing Lantern II

These three hunting methods of hunters can only deal with the thick-skinned man-bear. Last time we encountered a man-bear in Lamagou and almost lost our lives, so when Yanzi mentioned the threat of man-bear, my heart He also had a sudden attack, but then he said: "Why don't you start farming after hearing the cries of crickets? People and bears are not invulnerable, and they all hide in bear caves at night. Let's go to Tuanshanzi to trap a few of them while it's dark. Huang Pizi will come back, so what’s the point of taking this risk? Don’t forget that our team is invincible.”

The fat man was stomping his feet anxiously next to him, urging us to set off. We should seize the day and night for the revolution. With my persuasion, Yanzi finally agreed. In fact, she also wanted to seduce a yellow man, but she was old. The party secretary's words are quite prestigious in the countryside, and someone needs to understand her thoughts and help her overcome this psychological barrier.

The weather outside the forest farm hut is very cold, and the snow is no longer falling. The big moon is so white that it is piercingly white, but the moon halo indicates that there will be heavy snow in the near future. The mountain wind is whistling from the wind outlet in the mountain col. I can hear it in the distance. It sounded like a mountain ghost wailing. When I came to the forest farm from the countryside, I had already made up my mind to trap yellow skins or foxes. Color came to the riverside of the forest farm.

The river has frozen, and there is a layer of snow on the ice. Standing on the river bank, more than ten meters away from the river, you can hear the sound of the water flowing under the ice. Because it is "catch up with the winter famine", autumn has passed. Halfway through, a cold current suddenly hit, so the river was very frozen. If you cross the river directly on the ice, you will definitely fall into the ice hole. The safest way is to cross the river on the frozen logs in the river.

The moonlight reflects the thin snow, and the silver light shines on the ground. Long horizontal logs bulge on the river. They are all logs that have not had time to be transported downstream and are temporarily frozen in the river. Even if the ice cracks when you step on the logs, the buoyancy of the logs will not change. No one will sink into the river.

It looked like the river was not very wide. When we actually crossed the river, we realized that it was definitely not narrow. The three of us kept the distance between us, stepping on the logs one by one. Because it was cold, we wore heavy clothes and our steps were slow. It became very heavy, and the broken ice clattered under my feet. Although it was very thrilling, I didn't know why, but I was not afraid at all. On the contrary, I was a little excited. I couldn't control the adventurous impulse in my bones. I felt that this kind of behavior was really real. Exciting enough.

Across the river is Tuanshanzi, a forbidden area in the eyes of local hunters. The forest on this mountain is too dense, and the swallows are not sure if they can get out of this forest. Although we are bold, we dare not enter rashly. Fortunately, there is "Huangpizi" The "grave" is at the foot of Tuanshanzi, not far from the river. There is a large raised mound with no grass growing on it. There are countless holes in the mound, and yellow skins of all sizes are hiding in them. Maybe because of this The mound is like a tomb, and yellow skins are often found inside, so it is called "Huangshu Tomb".

We did not go directly to the "Huangpizi Tomb". We found a leeward red pine forest nearby. This was downwind, so Huangpizi and various wild beasts on the mountain would not smell our whereabouts. It seemed that this was a natural place. The best "ambush point", I called Fatty and Yanzi over, and the three of them squatted behind a tree to figure out how to attack.

When the fat man went out, he took out two kettles of Tushao from the village. Tushao is the wine brewed in his own pot. When he first arrived at the forest farm hut, he put it in a military kettle and simmered it. He kept it in his arms when he crossed the river. At this time, he took it out. When he came out, his breath was still a little hot. I saw that his mouth was slippery after drinking, so I came over and took a few sips. The wine was sweet but not too sweet. It was as unpleasant as it tasted. It was probably made from corn husks and Earthen burning made from high-grain stalks.

The fat man said: "Stop picking and choosing, let's join in and have a few sips. It will keep you warm and help you work. This kind of local shochu is already very good. We only have a few acres of thin land in the valley. How can we have extra food?" I'm making wine, but I still have a whole bottle of good wine I brought from home. When I get the yellow skin, I have to finish the whole dish. Let's drink two cups to relieve our fatigue." Then the fat man asked me how to get the yellow skin. leather?

I smiled, took out an egg from my bag, and said to Yanzi awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Yanzi, I saw that your reed chicken laid two eggs today, so I borrowed one. Time is tight and the task is tight." I was in a hurry, so I didn’t have time to report to you, but then I thought that eggs were too luxurious for the fox and Huangpizi, so I pulled a handful of chicken feathers from the reed chicken..."

Yanzi was so angry that he punched me on the shoulder: "You're done for stealing the eggs. Why are you pulling the feathers of my reed chickens!" The fat man quickly dissuaded me: "We want a civil fight rather than a physical fight. Let's go back and let me Let this grandson write an examination to dig deeper into the wrong motives at the root of his thinking, but for now we should let him confess frankly and explain how to use chicken feathers to cover up yellow leather."

I said that trapping yellow leather is actually the easiest. The smell of chicken feathers is enough to seduce these slanderers. Yanzi’s father is an expert at trapping foxes. The old hunters all have ancestral “leather buns” that can be made. The craft of "pihunton" has been lost. "Pihunton" is actually worthy of its name. It is a special leather bag. Legend has it that a secret medicine was added during the leather making, and even the most sensitive fox cannot smell it. Its smell is different. This skin bag has a hexagonal opening that can only be entered but not exited. The outer opening is round and can be retracted. Foxes and yellow-skinned dogs can get in. If you drill inside, the opening has a hidden buckle, like a It is elastic and generally gets bigger as you drill it, but the opening inside the skin is hexagonal, and is designed to fit into the bones of the yellow leather. The body of this animal can shrink, but it cannot drill a hexagonal hole, so it is easy to get out. Difficult, as long as it drills out, the mouth of the bag will tighten and get stuck until it dies. The reason why "skin hunting" is clever is that it can completely preserve the fur of prey. For example, the value of a fox skin depends on the tail, but if the fox's tail is hit by traps or traps, the fox skin will be worthless. It’s valuable.

In the village, only Yanzi's family now has a pair of "pihuntons". Her ancestors are from the Orion family. This "pihunton" has been passed down for countless generations. There are countless yellow skins and foxes who have died in it. , because this thing is too poisonous and cruel, it can be caught indiscriminately, and hunters are most taboo about catching prey that are pregnant or with cubs. Doing so is considered very unlucky, so Yanzi's father will not use it easily. . But I had long wanted to try out the legendary "pihunton", so I secretly brought it out this time.

Coat the chicken feathers with some egg white and put it in the skin bag as bait. Pour the remaining egg yolk into the empty kettle. I don't want to give it to Huangpizi, and of course I don't want to throw it away. I have to keep it for eating scrambled eggs, and then use dead branches. Use the fallen leaves to camouflage them, sprinkle some snow on them, and finally use branches to sweep away the human footprints and smells left behind. The cover is considered complete, and the only thing left is to observe from a distance to see which unlucky yellow-skinned one is Be fooled.

After we finished pretending to be "skin buns", we returned to the red pine and waited patiently, but there was still no movement on the snowy mountain forest. The moon was high in the sky, and I almost lost my patience. At this time, there was finally someone on the snow hill. Upon hearing the movement, Fatty, Yanzi, and I immediately became energetic. I took a closer look and was immediately shocked. Oh my god, this is Huang Daxiangu who became a spirit in Huangpizi's grave.