Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Can someone like Gu Siwei know how to hunt?

I wouldn't believe it even if I killed Liu Dezhu. Hunting is such a simple thing. You have to be quite capable to go hunting in the mountains.

Some people may think that if you take a gun and a bow and wander around in the woods, you can have whatever you want and happily lead your prey out all afternoon.

If you think so, there must be something wrong with your brain.

Even if you have a gun and go into the old woods loaded with bullets, most people will not be able to kill a deer.

This sounds a bit unimaginable, but it is true.

The reason a deer can survive in the wild is because it is alert enough. If you, an idiot who knows nothing, enter the old forest, the deer will hear your steps a mile away.

By the time you get there, the deer will already be several miles away. Even if it dies in the old forest, you may not be able to see the shadow of the deer when it breathes.

At this time, it is not about closing the mountains to cultivate forests in the future. It is about living things in the mountains and sitting on the bottom of the prison and walking through animals. There is also a saying that the longer they grow, the faster they will be judged.

The protection is so good that many wild animals do not avoid people.

In this era, as long as you go hunting in the mountains, no one will stop you.

And now everyone is hungry, and their eyes glow green when they see anything edible. They eat whatever they can, and they just wish they had nothing to eat. There is nothing they cannot eat.

It is precisely because of this that all the animals in the mountains are as smart as monkeys. You can encounter prey wherever you go into the mountains.

It is possible to encounter a wild boar, because this thing has no brains, but if you just use a gun to shoot a wild boar, the probability of the wild boar killing you is higher than the chance of killing it with bullets.

Just like Gu Siwei, Liu Dezhu didn't look like he could go hunting in the old forest.

Gu Siwei understood that Liu Dezhu looked down on him, so he did not explain much. No matter how much he said, it would be less useful than holding a rabbit in front of him. Gu Siwei was not interested in just talking about it.

A bowl of gruel won't last long. After the porridge was eaten, a few slices of potato also went into his stomach. Gu Siwei took his own bowl and chopsticks to the water tank in the yard, picked up the ladle in the tank, and scooped out I poured some water into the bowl, rubbed it with my hands a few times, and washed the bowl clean.

It doesn't contain any oil or water, and the bowls are easy to wash. You don't even need to wash them. Just rinse them with water and they will be completely clean.

As for disinfection and so on, you think too much, you can’t even eat enough, and you still have time to think about infection. Aren’t you sick?

Besides, these villagers have never left the village a few times in their lives, how could they have contracted the disease?

Putting his bowls and chopsticks in a fixed place, Gu Siwei found Liu Fulin.

"Dad Liu, let me tell you something."

Gu Siwei did not avoid the people around him, and told him about his preparations to enter the mountain. When preparing to enter the mountain, Gu Siwei naturally had to bring some things, such as knives and salt.

The prey was simple for Gu Siwei, but he didn't have the knife to disembowel the stomach, or salt, so he had to ask Liu Fulin to borrow it.

Liu Fulin was a little embarrassed after hearing this, and turned to look at the man next to him.

The man looked much younger than Liu Fulin. He was in his thirties, and he seemed to be in his prime and in good spirits.

The man's name is Yang Chuanwu, and he is the production captain. Let's put it this way, he is the most senior official in Xiaozhuangzi, and he also manages things.

He was not elected, but was born to be the manager of the village. Why? If not for anything else, it was because he had many brothers, including Yang Chuanwu, Yang Chuanxue, Yang Chuanli, Yang Chuanxian, and Yang Chuanlin. In the same year, there were five brothers.

Add in the nephews and so on, not to mention half of the country, at least 30%.

In the countryside, having more brothers means fighting power, status, and strength.

However, although Yang Chuanwu gained his position by relying on his many brothers, he is not the kind of boss who bullies his hometown and neighbors. He is an upright man, speaks like a bell, and has an upright and upright appearance.

Unlike Gu Siwei, who looks decent, but actually has crooked ideas and bad thoughts in his heart.

"Comrade Gu, it's not that our village is stingy, it's that we don't have all these things. We really don't have knives or anything like that. If you want to borrow them, can you just use the spears?..." Yang Chuanwu said.

"Can I borrow this thing too?"

Gu Siwei was also a little confused.

He just wanted to borrow a skinning knife. Who would have thought that they said they didn't have a skinning knife, but they could lend you the military bayonet.

Who do you think is not confused after hearing this?

And it's obvious that they aren't afraid that you won't pay it back.

This... this person can actually be so innocent?

When Yang Chuanwu heard that Gu Siwei had no objection, he said to a young man next to him: "Sangouzi, go get a gun and stab him."

When Sangouzi, who was holding the bowl, heard this, he stood up and ran away.

He was eating and running at the same time. This technique shocked Gu Siwei. He thought to himself: What kind of strange people are there in this village? One of them is borrowing his military assassins, and the other is eating and running. Is there any serious person there? ?

"I'll give you a handful of salt. It's not that we are stingy, but our village doesn't have much salt..."

Gu Siwei looked at Yang Chuanwu's expression and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: These people are really sincere now. Look, they are not satisfied when they borrow something for themselves. They actually look embarrassed and return it to themselves while blushing. explain.

Not to mention anything else, just with this style, it will be many times better than it will be decades later. Even if these people are very poor, from a spiritual level, it really makes Gu Siwei sigh.

Borrowing things that are not much in the first place, not only do they give them, but they also feel that they have not given enough, and are embarrassed that they did not meet the guests' requirements. After decades of being left alone, everyone will have to take a banner!

"Can I borrow a gun?"

What does it mean to look forward to Shu?

This piece of shit like Gu Siwei is here now!

Gu Siwei borrowed the gun not because he wanted to use it for hunting, but because he had never played with a real gun. If he didn't play with a real gun now that he had the chance, how could he still be considered a man?

Yang Chuanwu's embarrassed expression appeared on his face again.

"Comrade Gu, it's not that we are stingy, but that this thing has discipline, and even if I borrow it from you, you will have no use for it. There is a gun, but there is not a single bullet. If you borrow it, it can only be used as a fire stick. ".

Yang Chuanwu is telling the truth. Today's guns are really bad. Don't underestimate such a big Zhuangzi. There are more than ten guns made in Hanyang alone, as well as several American Springfields. Almost every adult has them. A rifle.

At this time, guns are not banned in the country, not only because of the external environment, neither Meidi nor Su Xiu is a good person. It can be said that all the people in the country are soldiers, and there are hundreds of millions of trained militiamen. It is really a vast ocean of people's war. .

There are even villages that not only have guns, but also machine guns and cannons. Those are serious standard artillery, not just fake.

The resilience of the people at this time was beyond what Gu Siwei could have imagined decades later.

Zhuangzi used to train, and the guns had bullets, and a certain number of bullets were drawn every year. But now everything is in chaos. In places like Zhuangzi, there are no bullets, so now most of the time they practice fighting. Bayonet, if you want to shoot and hear something, that's impossible.

After hearing what others said, Gu Siwei stopped borrowing it.

After a while, Sangouzi, who ran out, came back with a military bayonet in his hand. It was well preserved, at least there was no rust on the bayonet.

After taking the military spur, Gu Siwei followed Yang Chuanwu and took a bag of salt.

Not a whole pack of salt, but a pack of salt wrapped in paper, about twenty grams. It's not the kind of refined salt, but the kind of coarse salt that will only be used to salt pickles in the future. It looks like There are small and small grains, and there is still some moisture on them. It is obvious that the salt is a little bit too much.

This is coarse salt, not the common snowflake salt in the future.

There was salt and a knife, and Gu Siwei took half a box of matches. This was all the borrowed belongings from Gu Siwei.

"That Comrade Gu!"

Seeing that Gu Siwei was about to leave, Yang Chuanwu stopped Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei was a little confused.

"Why don't you take Dahei into the mountains? If you have any difficulties, write a note on a piece of paper and ask Dahei to bring it back."

This time, Gu Siwei was really touched. Look at the innocence of these people now, but why it will disappear in a few decades!

"No, although I can't remember many things, I haven't forgotten the life in the mountains and forests."

Pretending to have amnesia is a standard thing, and Gu Siwei is naturally not immune to it. He pretends to have amnesia when it's hard to explain, such as how he got here and how he rolled down the mountain again.

He doesn't care whether others believe it or not. He has to believe it himself first, or at least pretend to believe it.

If you shoot a man first, shoot the horse first; if you deceive others, you first deceive yourself.

————It’s an old saying.

Seeing that Gu Siwei didn't want to take the hunting dogs into the mountains, Yang Chuanwu said no more.

Gu Siwei didn't even stop, he went straight out of the yard and walked upstream along the river.

As soon as Gu Siwei left the yard, these villagers gathered together.

"You said there won't be any danger in Comrade Gu's trip, right?"

Someone immediately expressed concern.

"No way. Look at his appearance. He can make himself fat and white in the old forest. Who would believe that he has no ability?"

Guo Xiangping, who is in his fifties, is a person who likes to ponder things. At a glance, he felt that this young man named Gu Siwei was not that simple.

There are five surnames in the village, Liu Yang, Sun Guo Luan.

Among them, the majority are named Yang, accounting for almost one-third.

Although there are many people with the surname Yang, many of them are related by marriage. They will become cousins ​​within two or three lifetimes, and there are no major conflicts between them.

Guo Xiangping had been wandering around in the world before and had seen some strange people and strange things. In his opinion, this Gu Siwei obviously fit the category of strange people.

"Fifth Brother, do you think this person is capable?"

Yang Chuanwu asked.

Guo Xiangping nodded: "There are many strange people in the world, but this Comrade Gu is obviously not simple."

At this time Liu Dezhu opened his mouth: "Fifth Master, do you think he is a spy sent by Chiang Kai-shek?"

Guo Xiangping was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and finally he couldn't hold back his laughter: "Spies, what kind of special duties do we need from people in this place? Besides, there is no spy who looks like this. He should be as conspicuous as possible when he goes out. How to be a spy.”

Guo Xiangping didn't believe it. With Gu Siwei's appearance and temperament, if he became a spy, he would have to sneak into the top ranks of the team, and he would be able to lurk in the capital anyway.

How could old Chiang Kai-shek want to turn to making movies to support actors, or do he want to engage in intelligence, even if he grew up to be a spy in a small village like his?

After hearing Liu Dezhu's words, everyone laughed.

But Liu Dezhu, who was a little stupid, still believed that Gu Siwei was a spy. The less others believed in Liu Dezhu, the more convinced he became. I have to say that Liu Dezhu had a bad mind and was a bit too far-sighted.