The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Among the snow-capped mountains, a Siberian tiger walks through the snow and forest.

An adult Siberian tiger weighing more than 400 pounds walked on the snow step by step. The fur on its shoulders and back moved like flowing clouds with the movement of its body.

The tiger's head shook, its eyes were looking for power, exuding the unique domineering aura of the king of beasts.

However, its one ear and bald tail add a bit of comedy to this domineering look.

Suddenly, the Siberian tiger stopped.

The tiger's head was raised high, sniffing the scent brought by the mountain wind.

The smells in the mountains are very mixed, and the Siberian tiger patiently distinguishes the smell that is most unforgettable to him.

It was a strong smell of oily smoke, left over from the cook's body over time.

The Siberian tiger roared, turned around, and ran back.

The memory of animals will be forgotten, but the Siberian tiger will never forget that day.

That day, it tasted like this.

When he smelled this smell for the first time, the Siberian tiger thought the smell of oil-soaked twist was quite fragrant.

But when it was waiting for an ambush, the smell of oily smoke was followed by the sound of a "bang" gunshot.

It is this smell of oil smoke that makes Siberian tigers face the threat of death twice in one day.

Especially the shot that took away its ears, Duoxuan blew its head off.

Therefore, when he smelled the smell of oil smoke again, the Siberian tiger turned around and ran away.

It ran away, and Zhao Jun and Zhao Youcai didn't know it yet. They had been waiting on the opposite hillside.

It was just after three o'clock, when it was dark in the mountain forest, and Zhao's father and son, who were so cold that they were so cold, went down the mountain shivering with flashlights.

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Jun complained about Zhao Youcai. At half past two, Zhao Jun marched back, but Zhao Youcai insisted on waiting any longer.

The two of them had to find a car when they went down the mountain. By the time they got in the car, it was almost five o'clock.

Zhao Jun drove home. Zhao Youcai sat in the passenger seat and said to Zhao Jun: "Let's get up early tomorrow!"

Zhao Jun focused on driving and ignored him.

"I'll definitely catch it tomorrow." Zhao Youcai continued to mutter, "We'll see what happens then. If not, I'll shoot it again."

When the two of them walked back, Wang Meilan had already led someone to steam the sticky bean buns.

In fact, more than one pot has been steamed today. After the pots are steamed, I pick them out one by one and put them on the curtain. After taking them outside to freeze, I put those that should be bagged and those that should be frozen.

Yes, another way to eat sticky bean buns is to eat them frozen.

This is a poor man's delight. In this era of scarcity, this is the favorite way of eating for rural people, especially children.

After the steamed sticky bean buns were frozen, the children took them back to the house, softened them a little, and gnawed them with their hands.

Many people who came from that era have bad stomachs and bad teeth when they grow old. If you ask them, they will say that they ate sticky bean buns.

The noodles distributed yesterday are all wrapped today. What is steaming in the pot now is the last pot, and the food is cooked in one pot. Shredded kelp and frozen tofu are stewed under the sticky bean buns.

"Huh?" The old lady in the room looked up at the big clock on the wall and muttered, "Why haven't this kid and his dad come back yet?"

When the two men went to stop the tiger, everyone held their hearts out for them.

"It's okay, Auntie." Jin Xiaomei advised from the side: "Xiaojun and my eldest brother, each of them has a semi-automatic. Nothing will happen to them. Most likely they will run far away."

Hearing what Jin Xiaomei said, the old lady nodded slightly.

But at this moment, a sigh came from the kang.

"Huh?" Everyone looked around, and the old lady even twisted her body and asked the little girl, "Lingdang, why do I hear that you are always venting your anger today?"

After saying that, the old lady touched the back of the little bell and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Do you feel like it's blocked somewhere?"

"No, Grandma Jiang." Xiao Lingdang said with a downcast face, "I dreamed about my dad last night."

"Are you dreaming about your dad again?" Listening to the little girl's words, Jie Chen on the side laughed and said, "Are you dreaming about my brother Zhang and Heixiazi again?"

"Yeah!" Little Lingdang curled her lips and said, "I didn't dream about the black blind man. I just dreamed about my dad falling into the ditch."

"ah……"

While the old lady was comforting Little Lingdang, Zhao Chun, who was eating pickled cabbage hearts outside, said to Yang Yufeng, "Sister-in-law, your Lingdang is really sensible."

Hearing this, Yang Yufeng stopped her kitchen knife and glanced into the house, then whispered to Zhao Chun: "Sister, this is what my sister-in-law is telling you. Your eldest brother in my family is so rough and rough every day, don't let anyone let him." Don’t worry.”

…

In the shack east of Lengchang, where Jie Zhong lived, Zhang Yuanmin mingled with fellow villagers from Jie Zhong.

But the way Zhang Yuanmin gets along with these people is completely different from the way he gets along with the tenants in Xihuteng.

The tenants in the West Shack are all Zhang Yuanmin’s younger brothers who he recruited when he was in 77 Lengchang. These people were tortured by Zhang Yuanmin and believed Zhang Yuanmin’s lies.

However, fellow villagers like Jie Zhong did not believe in Zhang Yuanmin. No matter what Zhang Yuanmin said, they all said Zhang Yuanmin was bragging.

In fact, 60 to 70 percent of what Zhang Yuanmin said was just bragging.

It's just that he doesn't admit it.

"Children!" Zhang Yuanmin held a teapot filled with liquor and gestured to everyone with his other hand: "Don't believe it. One day we meet a black man squatting in a warehouse, and I will show you my skills."

"Go away!" As soon as Zhang Yuanmin finished speaking, someone laughed and scolded: "Who the hell is your child? You are such a jerk. You treat me as my son, but I think you are short."

As a man, it's normal for us to talk, laugh, and fight together. This is the same as when young people get along twenty or thirty years later and ask their best friends and girlfriends to call themselves daddy.

When Zhang Yuanmin was with them, it was common for them to laugh and curse.

Seeing this scene, Xie Zhong, who was drinking over there, didn't care.

At this moment, a tenant suddenly spoke and called Zhang Yuanmin: "Zhang's son!"

"Fuck you!" Zhang Yuanmin yelled back, and everyone laughed.

The tenant was not angry and just said: "Let me ask you, the footprints on that walkway look like a person without heels. Does that mean he is a blind man?"

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanmin's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. He moved his butt towards the apartment and said, "Good boy, where did you see it?"

"I'm so pretty!" the tenant scolded, "Fuck you, I won't tell you anymore."

After saying that, the tenant picked up his chopsticks and pretended to eat.

"Tsk!" Zhang Yuanmin raised his hand and patted the tenant on the shoulder, saying, "Why are you so ignorant? Tell me, after you kill the black blind man, I'll give you a share!"

"No!" The tenant shook his head, then looked at Zhang Yuanmin and said, "Call me daddy and I'll tell you!"

"Go away!" Zhang Yuanmin laughed and scolded: "Speak quickly! I'll kill the black blind man, and we can still have food and water! If you don't tell me, are you a tiger?"

As soon as Zhang Yuanmin said this, everyone tried to persuade the tenant. The tenant was also joking with Zhang Yuanmin. As soon as everyone said something nice, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Just put my trumpet to the south, on top of the steep peg."

"When did you watch it?" Zhang Yuanmin asked.

"This morning," said the tenant, "I've been seeing the footprints for several days."

"Yeah." Zhang Yuanmin rolled his eyes and said to the tenant: "Don't leave in a hurry tomorrow morning. I'll pile up with you and I'll take a look there."

"Brother!" After hearing Zhang Yuanmin's words, Xie Zhong advised: "You should take it easy!"

"Don't worry, Brother Jie!" Zhang Yuanmin said, took the teapot and poured wine into his mouth, then looked around at the tenants in the shack, and said loudly: "Children, wait until your grandfather Yuanmin arranges for you to eat Heixiazi meat. .”

"I'm pretty!"

…

After Zhang Yuanmin finished speaking, shouts and curses erupted in the shack.

Two minutes later, Zhang Yuanmin came out of the shack and went straight to Xing San's shack.

Outside the shack, Zhang Yuanmin smelled the aroma of meat.

"This old man!" Zhang Yuanmin said: "He eats well by himself every day!"

With that said, Zhang Yuanmin went to the shack and called the door. After getting Xing San's permission, Zhang Yuanmin slipped into the shack.

"Come on, man!" Seeing Zhang Yuanmin, Xing San showed a rare smile and raised his hand to greet him: "Get the jar and pour the wine yourself."

"Hey!" Zhang Yuanmin was a little surprised, thinking that this old man was probably up to something good, otherwise he would be so happy.

After Zhang Yuanmin sat down and saw the sizzling meat in the pot under the dim horse-shoe light, Zhang Yuanmin couldn't help but frowned and asked Xing San, "Third uncle, what kind of meat is this? Yellow skin?"

Xing San smiled when he heard this and asked: "What about Huangpizi? Are you a relative of yours?"

As soon as Xing San said this, he and Zhang Yuanmin laughed together.

Last night Zhang Yuanmin was acting like a demon in the shack, telling the tenants that he could invite immortals.

The group of tenants were also free, and they all asked Zhang Yuanmin to show off.

Then Zhang Yuanmin started playing in the shack. After a ridiculous libretto, Zhang Yuanmin started twitching. Then he claimed to be Huang Xian, who had been cultivating for eight hundred years under Dadingzi Mountain, and asked everyone to give him some grass rolls.

Cao rolls are just cigarettes, and after smoking they have to drink again.

It was time to say it or not, but this old boy pretended to look like him, trembling and screaming, which frightened everyone.

But this guy is crazy, pretending to be addicted, and using his energy to torment people in the shack.

The people in the mountains believed this. At that time, all the tenants were frightened by him, and no one dared to challenge him hard. This resulted in seven or eight gentlemen being unable to deal with Zhang Yuanmin.

Seeing this situation, everyone thought that Zhang Yuanmin had really invited the immortal to come. Therefore, dozens of households in two shacks gathered together and let Zhang Yuanmin do whatever he wanted. Zhang Yuanmin called the children, and they agreed.

Unexpectedly, the commotion was too loud, and the old cook Yang Shuqiu was frightened to find Xing San.

Xing San has been in a good mood these two days because the sable condom made by Zhao Jun is particularly easy to use. Yesterday Xing San picked up two big skins, which made Xing San so happy that he sat in the shack drinking.

At that time, when he heard that Huang Xian was throwing a raft, Xing San grabbed his gun and went. When he entered the shack, he saw it was Zhang Yuanmin. The old man waved his hands and said that he was a big talker. Zhang Yuanmin calmed down instantly.

Zhang Yuanmin reacted quickly. He lied that he didn't know anything and pretended that Xian'er had left.

Xing San sobered up today. Xing San felt something was wrong and concluded in his heart that Zhang Yuanmin was faking it.

At this time, the old man and the young man laughed. Xing San took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zhang Yuanmin, saying: "This is a big piece of meat. Take a bite."

"Big skin?" Zhang Yuanmin was shocked when he heard this. After taking the chopsticks and stirring the pot, he looked at Xing San in surprise and asked, "Uncle, how many big skins have you trimmed?"