The whole mountain is my hunting ground

In the outer room of the Zhao family, there are two square tables placed side by side. The table legs are high on the inside and low on the outside, so that the outside of the table top slopes downward.

There are two large woven baskets on the table, filled with washed rhubarb rice. After washing the rice, the water hanging on the rice drips through the gaps in the basket and falls tilted into the basin on the ground.

The rice will hold water overnight until it can no longer form a ball in your hand, and you can grind the flour.

The dough will be ground, kneaded, and fermented tomorrow, and the sticky bean buns will be made the day after tomorrow.

To make sticky bean buns, in addition to rhubarb rice noodles, there must also be bean filling.

At this time, the bean paste has been prepared, and Wang Meilan brought the women to serve it at home.

Place the red beans in a large pot and mash them with a spoon.

If you like it sweet, you can add sugar when making the bean paste. But the Zhao family has a large family, and as the saying goes, it is difficult to reconcile the opinions, so no sugar was added when making the bean paste. While waiting to eat, if you like something sweet, you can dip it in sugar or syrup yourself.

The cooked and mashed bean paste is allowed to cool. Everyone uses their hands to squeeze the bean paste into small balls, and then take them outside to freeze. When it's time to make the sticky bean buns, fold the frozen stuffing directly into the dough.

With more people and strength, the Zhao family had already packed the bean fillings for making sticky bean buns, and there was still some bean filling left. Wang Meilan rolled it into white bean buns and steamed them for three and a half pots using the big pots of Zhao and Li's family.

Why three and a half pots?

Because there is still half a pot of steamed buns.

There is no way, who let Zhao Youcai have a lot of things at home. Mr. Zhao eats sticky bean buns, but he doesn't eat white bean buns.

The dry food is steamed in the big pot and stewed. The Zhao family stews frozen tofu, kelp, and pork belly, while the Li family stews pickled cabbage, potatoes, and large bones.

The two large basins were placed on the table, and the whole family ate warmly, filling the trenches with water.

After dinner, everyone went back to their homes. When Yang Yufeng went out with the little bell, she called Wang Meilan: "Auntie, come tomorrow morning!"

Yang Yufeng's family has a mill, so I have to go to her house to grind rice tomorrow.

"Okay, Feng, you and Lingdang, please slow down!" Wang Meilan sent the couple away, and there were no outsiders in the house.

"My eldest daughter!" Wang Meilan called to Zhao Chun and said, "Hurry up and go to bed!"

"Huh?" Zhao Chun was startled when he heard this, then glanced into the room and asked, "What time is it, do you want to go to bed?"

The big clock on the wall had just passed seven o'clock, but most people in the village had already turned off their lights and had a rest.

It's just that there are many Zhao family members and there's a lot of excitement. They go to bed late every day. Zhao Chun, who has been here for a few days, is used to it.

"Grinding noodles tomorrow!" Wang Meilan pushed her hand forward and said, "Can't you go to bed early?"

"Mom, do you still think it was before?" Hearing Wang Meilan's words, Zhao Jun smiled and said, "We have a donkey this time. Let's tether the donkey and let him pull it away tomorrow."

These days, many people have their own mills, but few people have donkeys at home.

Therefore, most people grind noodles through manual labor.

Hearing Zhao Jun mention her donkey, Wang Meilan smiled faintly and said: "Tomorrow the 1st, we will make sticky bean buns for these companies in December. After January, we will pull the beans and grind the tofu."

"Okay!" Zhao Jun and Zhao Chun smiled at each other. It took them a month to do the work of making sticky bean buns and grinding tofu.

At this time, while the siblings and Zhao Youcai were not paying attention, Wang Meilan muttered: "It's the Chinese New Year in February. Let's kill the donkey. We can eat the sauce when it's time to make it, and make dumplings when it's time to make dumplings."

"What the hell?" Hearing this, Zhao Youcai jumped up from the kang, looked at Wang Meilan and asked, "What the hell did you just say?"

It's not that Zhao Youcai didn't hear what Wang Meilan said, but he just couldn't believe it.

It is often said that people kill donkeys when they are unloading mills, but Zhao Youcai saw it this time.

When asked by Zhao Youcai, Wang Meilan did not answer and just laughed.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Youcai quickly winked at Zhao Jun and signaled Zhao Jun to join him in persuading Wang Meilan.

Zhao Jun was really filial to his son. When he saw the look in Zhao Youcai's eyes, he immediately said to Wang Meilan, "Mom, why don't you kill that donkey? It's so cold outside our house and we haven't eaten the beef yet."

Zhao Youcai: "..."

Wang Meilan was startled, then turned to look at Zhao Youcai and said, "Don't keep poking that dog to pick up seedlings. If you can take the dog out one day and hit a donkey, I'll pay you to compensate. I'm also happy."

"You're stuck on one side!" Zhao Youcai was furious, glanced at Zhao Jun angrily, and said angrily: "Hurry up and go to bed!"

In the past, Zhao Jun only made his own quilt, but since Zhao Youcai moved to live with him, Zhao Jun had to make two people's quilts.

But there is no way, who makes Zhao Youcai the father.

After the two men lay down, Zhao Youcai was still unhappy. Looking at Zhao Jun who was slowly stroking the little lynx, Zhao Youcai snorted to express his dissatisfaction.

Zhao Jun smiled lightly, suddenly remembered something, and asked Zhao Youcai, "Dad, do you know Bai Sanzhi?"

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai's heart skipped a beat and he looked up at Zhao Jun in surprise.

As for the mallet that he had narrowed down, Zhao Youcai was planning to sell it to Zhao Jun under the guise of Bai Sanzhi. But before he told Zhao Jun about this, Zhao Jun asked him first, which made Zhao Youcai feel guilty.

"I've heard of it, but I don't know him." Zhao Youcai didn't know what Zhao Jun meant, so he asked, "What happened? Did you meet him when you went up the mountain?"

"No." Zhao Jun said, tucking the little lynx into the bed, and then he moved closer to Zhao Youcai and said, "Dad, he has a shack in the mountains. Above his shack, 112 the back of the big class If you go around 114, isn't there a fork in the road?"

"Ah..." Zhao Youcai was confused, but Zhao Jun continued: "The forked road goes south on one side and west on the other. It's wrong to go south. Let's go west. There is an old village there."

In his previous life, after Bai Sanzhi dug up the Miao conjoined mallet, he went to his old farm to look for ginseng.

But by then, everyone in the surrounding villages knew that he was digging for treasure.

Money moves people's hearts!

There were five groups of twelve people from his village who secretly followed him up the mountain.

Not only that, after Bai Sanzhi entered the mountain, no matter who looked at him, they would secretly follow him.

That's how the old man was exposed.

When Bai Sanzhi went back two days later, the hillside looked as if it had been plowed.

Those people gained a lot, but they didn't have a stick that could make a fortune like Bai Sanzhi.

Zhao Jun also learned the approximate location of the old village. At this time, he told Zhao Youcai that he wanted to go up the mountain with Zhao Youcai next year to plant ginseng.

Again, who said this was his biological father? Although Zhao Youcai talks a lot about going up the mountain and loves to kowtow, his biological father is his biological father, so father and son go into battle!

"Old man?" Upon hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhao Youcai's eyes lit up and he sat up from the bed.

"Er!" Boss Zhao always calls "Er" when something happens and "Little Calf" when nothing happens.

Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun with surprise and asked, "Is there another old man?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun nodded slightly and said, "This old man can also make a lot of money."

"Really?" Zhao Youcai became more and more happy as he listened. But at this moment, Zhao Jun glanced at Zhao Youcai, and then pretended to say: "Dad, I want to lead Baoyu, my brother Zhang, and the minister, the four of us will go."

"What?" When Zhao Youcai heard this, his face instantly dropped, but then he waved his hand to Zhao Jun and said, "Son, they are the only ones. This kind of wealth must come from one's own family."

"Ah..." Zhao Jun seemed to have some understanding after hearing this, and immediately nodded and said: "Then I will take my brother-in-law."

"Your brother-in-law... not even your brother-in-law, he never ran away..." Zhao Youcai just wanted to find a reason to reject Zhou Jianjun, but then he suddenly realized and punched Zhao Jun twice angrily.

"Hehehe..." Zhao Jun laughed happily and said with a smile: "Dad, I will take you there!"

"Get lost!" Zhao Youcai cursed, got into bed, turned around, gave the back of his head to Zhao Jun, and muttered: "You little loser!"

Zhao Jun chuckled, turned off the light and went to sleep.

The next day, the first day of December 1987.

Today is the day for the Zhao family to grind noodles. Wang Meilan and Zhao Chun got up early. The two of them made breakfast. When the family sat together to eat, Wang Meilan asked Zhao Jun: "Son, are you still going up the mountain today?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun said, "I will lead my subordinates, and we will block the big claws."

"Oh my God!" Wang Meilan was shocked when she heard this and said hurriedly: "Son, Mom said you should pull me down."

When Zhao Jun heard this, he knew that Wang Meilan was going to bring up the matter of hiring a murderer to kill the tiger again, so he immediately said: "Mom, let's circle it in a big circle and bring it back."

"That won't work either." Wang Meilan said, "The handle doesn't work for me when I shoot a gun. What if something happens?"

"That's true." Zhao Jun said helplessly: "I was thinking of going with my uncle, but my uncle hasn't left home yet."

When Zhao Jun said he was going to stop the Siberian tiger, Zhao Youcai wanted to speak, but Wang Meilan beat him to it.

Hearing what Zhao Jun said at this time, Zhao Youcai was not in a hurry. He straightened his back, used his chopsticks to pick up a handful of sauerkraut from the plate, sucked it into his mouth, and then brought the steamed bun to his mouth.

When Zhao Jun, Wang Meilan, and Zhao Chun all looked at him, Zhao Youcai, who was chewing slowly, calmly swallowed the food in his mouth, and then took a sip of pickled cabbage soup from the bowl.

When Wang Meilan saw this, she twitched her lips and said to Zhao Youcai: "My son is looking for that big paw, won't you follow him?"

Zhao Youcai glanced at Wang Meilan indifferently, then took a small piece of cucumber from the sauce vat, took a crunchy bite and said, "I'm going to go to work for a walk today, and I'll ask Lao Zhang for leave when I'm done. I'll take him there tomorrow."

Well, once Zhao takes the lead, he will lead the Zhao army.

Wang Meilan didn't hear the hidden message in Zhao Youcai's words, and just said: "My son is going to leave today, can you ask Dayong to ask for another leave for you?"

"This thing is not something to be anxious about." Zhao Youcai said, "I'm going to buy the mallet for Hu Zi today. After that, I'll go find Lao Zhang and ask him for a few more days off."

After saying this, Zhao Youcai raised his chopsticks and pointed at Zhao Jun, saying: "Take that picture back, I'll look at it in the morning. There used to be a third class over there. If the big paw wants to go to Xiaobei Lake, he must start from the third class. Let’s go to the top of the class.”

"Why is that?" Zhao Jun asked doubtfully: "I saw that picture was placed under the third class, wouldn't it be possible to pass through the mountains?"

"What do you know?" Zhao Youcai glanced sideways at Zhao Jun, not only showing his ability, but also imparting experience to his son, and said: "This big paw is not seriously injured, it will not go downhill, this is one. Two and one, Above the third class is a strip of flower and stone pond, surrounded by single poplar trees, do you understand?"

"Ah..." Zhao Jun nodded when he heard this, then flattered Zhao Youcai and said, "Dad, you know so much."

Again, we learned about the terrain of the mountains and the habits of wild animals through siege.

Tigers, brown bears, red deer, lynx, and sables all inhabit the alpine stone pond zone.

Red deer circle around the rock pond belt, where they feed on poplar bark in winter. The red deer is one of the main food sources of the Siberian tiger.

In addition, Zhao Youcai said that this Siberian tiger still has its dignity as the king of beasts, and it will never decline for no reason.

Zhao Youcai felt a little proud after being flattered by his son, but he didn't know if it was because of the deep-rooted genes of the old Wang family. Zhao Youcai felt that Zhao Jun's words to flatter him were also a bit strange.

"Are you going to go tomorrow?" At this time, Wang Meilan asked from the side, and Zhao Youcai said: "It's not going in a hurry, it won't go too far in a day, and when we get to the third class tomorrow, it will be choked. I can come here.”

Speaking of this, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun and said, "When we get there, you follow me. We will push the big hill back and circle it back."

"Okay, Dad." Zhao Jun said, "I'll contact Yongxing soon and ask if their zoo can accept the big paw."

"There's no rush." ​​Zhao Youcai said, "We only need to block it once, and when it turns around, it will have to go back to Lao Guitouzi Ridge to cat. Then you'll have to rush over if we contact you there."

For people, home is warm. For animals, nests are safe.

Although I don’t know why this Siberian tiger left its homeland, it is different from the dead Siberian tiger. The dead Siberian tiger came from across the province along the Changbai Mountains. Even if the road ahead was difficult, it could not retreat when it got here and could only fight for the way.

As for the Siberian tiger who has a grudge against the Zhao Dog Gang, even if it reaches the third class, it is not far from home. If there are difficulties ahead, it will return to its nest.

"His dad!" After listening to Zhao Youcai's words, Wang Meilan felt that it made sense, so she praised him: "You know a lot!"

"Huh?" After being praised by Wang Meilan, Zhao Youcai felt that the two women's voices were full of yin and yang.

"Mom, then I won't go today." Zhao Jun said to Wang Meilan: "I will help you transport the rice and donkeys over in a while. After that, Xiaochen and I will go up the mountain to practice dog training."

"Okay!" Wang Meilan waved her hand and said, "You two go ahead."

After dinner, Zhao Jun took advantage of Wang Meilan and Zhao Chun to wash the dishes and clean the house. He came out of the house and went straight to the Tunbu, and then borrowed a phone to call the Yongxing brigade.

Coincidentally, the person who answered the phone happened to be Tao Dabao.

The two exchanged pleasantries over the phone. Zhao Jun thanked Tao Dabao for helping him get the three dogs back. Tao Dabao also thanked Zhao Jun for sending him a piece of Shilinyan and invited Zhao Jun to come to Yongxing as a guest.

After the pleasantries, Zhao Jun got down to business and asked Tao Dabao: "Uncle Tao, your comrade, do they still have tigers in their zoo?"

"What to collect?" Tao Dabao thought he heard wrongly, so he asked again.