Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

An Feng was overjoyed when he brought down a big guy for the first time hunting. Of course, Joanna's contribution was also indispensable. If it weren't for her sharp eyes, An Feng, a novice, would never be able to find wild boars, nor would he be able to kill his prey. He knelt beside the boar with his gun in hand and asked Joanna to take a picture of him, and she posed with the prey with her bow.

Shortly after the photo was taken, partners from other directions rushed over following the sound of the gunfire, and there was a burst of admiration when they found this huge wild boar. An Feng vividly described his feat of hunting just now, but of course ignored the oolong that the second shot was too late to load, and only said that the second shot missed.

After speaking, he blinked at Joanna.

She smiled and did not expose An Feng's tricks.

Paul brought an all-terrain vehicle over from behind. Such a big wild boar could not be carried back, so it had to be placed on the front hood of the all-terrain vehicle, tied with a special rope, and then everyone slowly moved towards the cabin together. On the way, I met Frank who came to join us. After a burst of admiration, we returned together.

Back at the cabin camp, other people surrounded the wild boars to watch and take pictures. Paul wrote some records of killing wild boars. Even in private hunting grounds, the cunning of the U.S. government is everywhere. This wild boar also needs a pig ticket, and he will find an opportunity to hand over the information to the local fish and hunting bureau in the future.

Paul put away the pen and paper and applauded: "Let's have a roast pig feast tonight!"

That night, he sharpened his knife and slaughtered pigs. The legs were chopped off, the skin was peeled, and the internal organs were cleaned. Only the pig's head was kept, and it was used for declaration later. Later, the last two people out hunting, Guli and Mark, also returned to the camp, and they also had a harvest, a dead coyote.

Talking about the hunt, Mark was very emotional. He said that after they found the wolves, they chased them for more than a thousand meters. When the wolves were about to escape across the road, they were already out of breath, and they were going to give it a go. After panting smoothly, Gu Li opened fire, knocking down a she-wolf with one shot, and he was called a sharpshooter.

Paul, an experienced veteran hunter, also admired Mark's description. Generally, hunters need an adjustment process from chasing to shooting. If you are still panting, you can't guarantee the accuracy of shooting, but Guli completed the aim as soon as he stopped running. From the shooting action, this technique may require continuous hard practice.

Gu Li didn't hide his secrets, he generously imparted his adjustment know-how, the veteran hunters listened with gusto, and An Feng also understood a little bit. But to be honest, Guli's technology is prepared for beating people. Where is Israel? The country where all the people are soldiers has been threatened by Arab countries since its establishment. They can only guarantee the safety of the nation if they are always in a state of fighting. And Guri had received security training there, so it was natural that the Israeli soldiers would take up guns to fight at any time.

The bonfire party at night unfolded amidst the lively sound. Large pieces of wild pork were skewered, coated with oil and seasoning, and grilled on charcoal fire. A natural smell of barbecue wafted far away. People sang and danced around the fire, except for mosquitoes. Some things are too much... Everyone drinks and eats meat to their heart's content, it's so lively.

Bite a large piece of roasted wild boar, the mouth is full of pure meat aroma, the lean meat is thick, and the skin is crispy and fragrant. Although the meat quality of more than two hundred catties of wild boar is old, the taste is still better than that of ordinary domestic pigs a lot of. The children's faces were full of oil, and the two heroic hounds were full.

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It was a good evening, amidst the merriment and hustle and bustle.

Although it was very comfortable to sleep wrapped in a blanket, An Feng was thinking about the beauty of the forest cabin in the morning, so he woke up at one o'clock the next day. He heard the sound of birdsong outside the house, which was crisp and moving. He also got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth with disposable cleaning utensils, and walked out of the house yawning.

Standing at the door, stretching comfortably, looking up at the surroundings, the joyful dawn of the morning sprinkled on the green land, the trees were dyed yellow, the breeze was blowing, and taking a deep breath, the tip of the nose was full of the smell of damp dew. The growing wild flowers are competing to bloom, showing their vitality.

"A beautiful day!" An Feng stepped on the soft lawn, and slowly came behind Joanna who was sitting on the swing gently swaying. Today she was wearing an elegant white dress, her blond hair was draped lazily on her shoulders, shaking gently with the cheerful singing of birds in the forest.

The scenery was so beautiful, An Feng took out his mobile phone, but thought that it might destroy the current nature and coordination, he picked up the mobile phone and put it back into his pocket. He watched quietly for a while, without disturbing the leisurely Joanna. Just listening to her humming a light tune is very pleasant.

After a few minutes, Joanna turned her head and saw An Feng standing blankly behind her, with a warm smile on her face: "Hi! Good morning!"

"Good morning!" An Feng walked towards her.

"Aren't you used to getting up so early?" Joanna tilted her head to look at him.

An Feng shrugged: "I'm not that lazy, okay? Hearing someone singing softly, I felt very good, so I came out and listened, didn't I bother you?"

Joanna flicked the hair in front of her: "This is the swing song my grandmother sang to me. When I was a child, I sat on the swing, and she pushed it and sang it. Good memories."

"This picture is very beautiful when I think about it." An Feng said. He also thought of his deceased grandmother, but unfortunately it was different from Joanna's beauty. He was naughty when he was a child, he climbed up the tree and refused to come down.

Joanna smiled: "Of course, childhood without any pressure, everything is always simple... How about you push the swing for me?"

"Me?" An Feng pointed to himself.

"Hmm, can't you?" Joanna's eyebrows were bent, looking very cute.

"Haha, okay." An Feng stepped forward with a smile and gave her a slight push. Joanna straightened her calf, grabbed the two chains, and cheered.

Every time she pushes hard, Joanna will let out a crisp laugh, the corners of her skirt are flying, and the laughter is full of laughter. This is a completely different side of her, a bit of a young girl's heart, pure and lovely. An Feng was being infected by her emotions, and he seemed to be much younger, making noises carefree.

Finally, they laughed enough and were tired of playing. They lay on the grass together, looking at the blue sky above their heads and the occasional birds flying by, talking about some endless things, and chatting about their respective childhoods when they were young. An Feng is mainly mischievous. He is good at digging out bird eggs from trees and fishing for fish and shrimps in rivers.

Joanna also talked about her own. Although she has a good life, she often likes to hide the clothes she hates secretly. Bringing snacks and hiding under the covers to eat sounds like a little trick.

An Feng looked up at the sky with his head on his head, and said, "If we could meet each other when we were young, it must be a perfect combination for mischief!"

Joanna smiled: "I'm not as mischievous as you, okay? Scaring small animals and stealing mother bird's eggs, you were the role model of bad guys in my childhood."

An Feng didn't believe her: "Little cute girl with flat bangs and blond hair, I don't believe that you don't like taking care of small animals, it's just that you didn't meet me when you were young!"

"No!" Joanna said.

"Yes." An Feng smiled.

"No! Just no!" Joanna kicked him.

An Feng moved a bit, smiled and said, "Okay, on the surface it won't."

"This is perfunctory!" Joanna turned to look at him.

An Feng retreated: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say. Well, I suddenly thought of something, the last time I met an old lady..."

An Feng told about Mrs. Sinclair, and the point was that her ancestors might have had friendship with the old lady.

After hearing this, Joanna looked forward to it: "That should be it, but it's a pity you didn't ask her original surname. If there is a chance, I would like to be a guest."

An Feng said, "You can do it anytime you want."

Joanna said: "That would be at the end of March. The school will have a spring break on the 20th, and there will be a five-day holiday."

An Feng has heard of the spring break in the United States. American universities generally have three holidays, winter, spring and summer. The spring break is determined by the schools in each state. It usually lasts about five to seven days, like our November holiday. According to the approximate date Joanna said, there is still one month left.

"Okay, then we've made an agreement, and we'll take you there if we're free." An Feng said.