The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Zheng Xuekun and Zheng Donghai, father and son, came out of Zhao Jun's house and hurriedly pushed the cart outside the village.

After leaving Yong'an Tun, the two pushed the bicycle into the woods. After parking the bicycle against the tree, they removed the large snakeskin bag from Zheng Donghai's rear seat.

Inside the snakeskin bag are cloth bags, some of which contain large leather bags, and some of which contain yellow leaves.

Zheng Donghai reached down and pulled out a butter paper bag one cubit long and one hand wide from under the cloth pocket.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, Zheng Donghai was kicked by Zheng Xuekun. He was holding a butter paper bag in one hand and covering his butt with the other, and asked Zheng Xuekun, "Dad, why did you kick me?"

"Why are you kicking you?" Zheng Xuekun sneered and said, "You white-eyed wolf, you threw your father away and you ran away by yourself?"

What Zheng Xuekun said was that when he met Zhao Jun and Jie Chen today, when he was begging them for mercy, Zheng Donghai ran away with his cart.

"Dad!" Zheng Donghai rubbed his butt with an aggrieved look and said, "Didn't you tell me that? If you have something to do, let me go first!"

"Fuck you!" Zheng Xuekun was helpless with such a stupid son on the stall. He raised his finger and pointed at the butter paper bag in Zheng Donghai's hand.

Zheng Donghai smiled when he saw this, opened the butter paper bag, and revealed two guns.

The butt of the gun is made of Bakelite handle, and the barrel is made of steel pipe. Zheng Donghai quickly assembled the gun, held it in his hand and said to Zheng Xuekun: "Dad, my uncle's gun is different from that semi-automatic gun." It’s all nonsense.”

"Shut up." Zheng Xuekun said: "Carry a gun, we are just trying to scare people, who do you really want to hit?"

Zheng Donghai smiled when he heard this, put the gun on his shoulder, and said, "Who dares to provoke me this time?"

Zheng Xuekun twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and gestured towards the forest, saying: "Okay, hurry up and pack your things, let's go."

"Where are we going?" Zheng Donghai asked.

"Go to that village called Yongfu!" Zheng Xuekun said angrily: "You are not allowed to sleep outside?"

"No, dad." Zheng Donghai said: "My uncle asked me to collect the lynx skin, shouldn't we also fix it? Let's go back now."

"Fuck you!" As soon as Zheng Donghai finished speaking, Zheng Xuekun was kicked on the butt again.

"Eighty miles away, are you going back now?" Zheng Xuekun scolded: "Your car is broken, will you die if you don't walk?"

"Woo..."

Just as Zheng Xuekun was cursing, the sound of the train whistle came from the mountains. Seven or eight minutes later, the commuter train stopped outside Yong'an Tun. Zhao Youcai, Li Dayong, Li Baoyu, and Lin Xiangshun got off and headed home.

Zhao Youcai, who was walking among them, was unhappy. It would be fine if this man never had money. Suddenly I made a fortune, and then I was knocked back to before liberation. The ups and downs were really hard to accept.

Zhao Youcai couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the twelve thousand yuan.

When he was about to get home, he saw that both his own house and the Li house next door had lights on and smoke coming from the kitchen. Zhao Youcai muttered in his heart: "What are you doing, you prodigal woman?"

Wang Meilan really didn't have to worry too much today. The lights and smoke from the chimney of the Li family next door were because Jin Xiaomei was steaming dumplings at home, while the big pot at the Zhao family was cooking dumplings.

In addition to dumplings, there are a few light side dishes, shredded potatoes, shredded dried tofu, radish mixed with rock sugar, and stir-fried fungus with cabbage.

Although the dishes were simple, Wang Meilan also asked Zhao Jun and Jie Chen to go down to the cellar and bring them drinks and beer to celebrate.

As soon as these people get home from work, they start eating. Men, women, old and young gathered happily in the east and west rooms.

"What?" At the dinner table, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun in surprise and asked, "Why did you sell it for so much money?"

Zhao Youcai couldn't understand. They were both leopard skins. Even if his own skin was shot, it wouldn't be 10,000 yuan different from Zhao Jun's skin, right?

At the same time, Zhao Youcai became increasingly dissatisfied with the Zheng family and his son. Li Dayong on the side knew Zhao Youcai's intentions best. After clinking glasses with Zhao Youcai and taking a sip of wine, Li Dayong said: "Brother, we just dealt with them lightly that day."

"Damn it!" Zhao Youcai swore and said, "Whenever I find time, I'll go to Xiao Yang's house and find Yang, the painting cabinet boy, and buy his tiger skin. Wait a minute. Come back to them and sell it to them."

"Tiger skin?" Upon hearing these two words, Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu, and Jie Chen stopped their chopsticks.

"Uncle." Li Baoyu asked in surprise: "Who is it? So evil (nē), and there is still tiger skin?"

"What a bad chicken feather?" Wang Qiang, who was opposite Li Baoyu, laughed and said, "Don't you know, Yang, the painting cabinet? The two cranes on your kang cabinet were painted by him."

These days, the standing cabinets and kang cabinets at home are all made by carpenters. Some fastidious people will also ask people to draw pictures on the cabinets, such as pines and cypresses, cranes, pavilions and pavilions.

The painter Wang Qiang mentioned, Yang, was the best at painting in the area. He lived in Yangjia Village, south of Yong'an Village, and the two villages were more than eighty miles apart.

"Then why does he still have tiger skin?" Zhao Jun was also surprised. He had never heard of such a thing in his previous life.

"He painted that." Li Dayong picked up the wine glass, then changed the subject and cursed: "Fuck, he painted with dog skin."

"Then you should say it or not." After Li Dayong finished speaking, Wang Qiang continued: "The thing he drew is really like it. If he didn't say it himself, no one would have noticed it at CTM."

After hearing what Li Dayong and Wang Qiang said, Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu and the ministers became even more curious. The three juniors chased after him and asked. Li Dayong and Wang Qiang started chatting, while Zhao Youcai drank.

According to Li Dayong and Wang Qiang's description, the painter Yang was also a strange person. He obtained two yellow dog skins at that time, and then he painted tiger stripes on the yellow dog skins and changed the dog skins into tiger skins.

Of course, he also used other methods to change the yellow fur on the dog, making it similar to the background color of tiger fur.

And because the head, tail, and claws were removed, anyone else would think it was real tiger skin if he didn't say anything.

This former "artist" was quite capable, but his brain was not very good. After he painted the tiger skin, he took it to a shop at the foot of the mountain to sell it.

Painter Yang had a good idea. He thought he could make a fortune by taking the tiger skin down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, when he took the tiger skin to the store at the foot of the mountain, he unfolded it for the collector to take a look at, and it was immediately seized.

The reason is very simple, because from very early on, Siberian tigers have been protected. They can hunt other things but not tigers.

Yang's craftsmanship at painting the cabinet was really good, and the person who collected the leather couldn't tell whether the leather was genuine or not, but as soon as he touched the inner layer, he knew that the leather must not have been more than a year old.

Therefore, people think that Huaguier Yang has killed the little tiger.

At that time, the shops had security guards, and they immediately took down the painting cabinet.

Painter Yang was also aware of current affairs, and he confessed on the spot that what he was selling was not tiger skin, and asked people not to misunderstand him.

Although this misunderstanding has been resolved, the store has said that you did not kill the tiger, and it is indeed not illegal for you to kill the dog, but you lied to us, and you are a bad element.

These words left the painter Yang speechless, and he was immediately taken to the police station. The comrades at the police station continued to report, and then they dealt with special cases and sentenced Painter Yang to ten years.

"He had two paintings in a pile in front of him." Wang Qiang said: "He thought of selling one first, but then he didn't come back, and the remaining one was kept at his house."

"Yeah!" Li Dayong continued: "He came here that autumn and worked here. The two cabinets in my house were painted by Qianer. After that, he wanted to buy my yellow dog. My father Why didn't you sell it to him? Did he just buy Zhang Zhanshan's dog?"

The Yang family who painted cabinets was more than eighty miles away from Yong'an. Twenty years ago, the transportation was not convenient. He stayed in this village when he came here. Anyone in the village who wanted to paint cabinets came to him. Then he painted them from house to house in order. After he finished painting, he left and came back next year.

"CTM!" Zhao Youcai scolded: "I heard Zhang Yuanmin's mother say that the two of them went to the house together. She told me. She said that Yang, the painting cabinet, bought Zhang Wangba's dog and went directly to Zhang Wangba's house. He was strangled to death by the dog in the courtyard, and then he was stripped and skinned by Xu Meihua. Did they drink wine at night? Later, before he left, the dog's skin was taken away."

Since Zhang Zhanshan's death, Zhao Youcai never called him Zhang Wangba, but when he mentioned this matter, Zhao Youcai said it casually.

"That's right!" Li Baoyu said, "That's really the right thing to do! Just let him squat on the fence!"

Squatting in fence is a Northeastern dialect, and to put it bluntly, it means going to jail.

"Come, eat the dumplings!" At this time, Wang Qiang called to several people: "Eat this while it's hot, otherwise it will cool down and become lumpy and won't taste good."

Hearing what he said, everyone started picking up the dumplings stuffed with wild boar and green onions with their chopsticks.

At the same time, Yongsheng settled the Zhou family.

Zhou Jianjun sat alone on the kang, surrounded by quilts, chewing on the cake in his hand.

Today is the third day that Hu Sanmei left home. On the first day, Zhou Jianjun had dinner at Xue's house. On the second day, it snowed, so he packed up Xue's dinner at Old Han's house in the east courtyard.

When eating at Xue's house that day, Xue Wanyou conveyed Hu Sanmei's words and said that she would be back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Zhou Jianjun thought he would see Hu Sanmei, his wife, and their children when he got home today, but he didn't expect that there would still be no one at home.

We can't blame Hu Sanmei for not keeping her word. She was thinking very well when she left. She was thinking that when she got to the Zhao family, wouldn't she just be a quilt? When Zhao Jun and his wife get married, they only need four pairs of quilts at most. Even if the Zhao family doesn't contribute, it can be enough to take Zhao Chun for two days.

But what Hu Sanmei never expected was that during the few days she had been here, the Zhao family also made quilts, but the time spent making quilts was not as long as the time spent cooking.

Therefore, Hu Sanmei did not come back today.

Seeing that Zhou Jianjun was still alone, Xue Wanyou and Xue Zhongjie both called him home for dinner, but Zhou Jianjun was embarrassed and came back to eat dry food by himself.

Fortunately, the Xue family's wife came over at about three o'clock and helped him burn the kang, otherwise Zhou Jianjun would have been freezing when he came back and found the kang burning.

"Ahem!" It was dry and cold in this room during the day. The cake was hard and not as delicious as before, and the crumbs fell off when you bite it. Zhou Jianjun took the tea vat next to him and took a sip of warm water, thinking to himself: "I guess My mother won’t be back for a while, and if she can’t get off work tomorrow, I’ll leave with my father-in-law!”

Zhou Jianjun thought well, but the next day, December 10, 1987, Zhao Youcai asked for leave and did not go to work.

"Come!" While Zhao Youcai was putting on his leggings, Wang Meilan came over with a bowl of sugar water, handed it to Zhao Youcai and said, "Here you go."

"I didn't ask you to make it." Zhao Youcai glanced at the sugar water and was very satisfied with Wang Meilan's behavior in making him the sugar water, but he sounded very arrogant.

"Didn't you just show off those two times?" Wang Meilan put the bowl down on the kang table, gestured to Zhao Youcai, and said, "Drink, you will feel thirsty when you go up the mountain after drinking."

Zhao Youcai picked up the bowl, raised his neck and drank up the sugar water in the bowl. After he handed the bowl to Wang Meilan's hand, when Zhao Youcai continued to put on his leggings, he saw that Wang Meilan hadn't left yet.

"Are you okay?" At this time, Zhao Youcai was selfless and didn't say "Lan" at all.

"Ah, what..." Wang Meilan smiled at Zhao Youcai and said: "You go up the mountain, pick out the yellow-haired man, and reshape it every other year, and avoid the cannon eggs. The meat of the cannon eggs is like wood chips, and there is no one to eat. "

Zhao Youcai: "..."

When Zhao Youcai was speechless, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu came in from outside. When Zhao Jun entered the house, he called Zhao Youcai and said, "Dad, Niuniu is lost."

Hua Niuniu, who was fostered in the backyard of Li's family, disappeared again, but instead of coming to have a private meeting with Black Tiger, she simply disappeared.

"Just throw it away!" Zhao Youcai waved his hand and said, "Why don't you go somewhere to show off again? You'll be back soon."

After hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Zhao Jun rolled his eyes and said nothing. He remembered that when he bought Hua Niuniu from Lao Song's house, someone had said that this little bitch was as good as any male dog in the village, so he must not be able to throw it away. After it has had enough fun playing outside, it should come back on its own.

At this time, the dog outside the house barked twice. It turned out that it was Wang Qiang and Jie Chen who came together.

The four of them carried guns, packed dry food, sacks and ropes, and left the house with Wang Meilan's eager anticipation.

Jie Chen drove, while Zhao Youcai and Wang Qiang squeezed into the passenger seat. Zhao Jun sat alone in the back of the car and left home for Tunnan.

Coming out of Tunnantou and driving along the road to the mountain farm, Zhao Jun suddenly heard two dog barks while passing by piles of branches.

Dog owners are very sensitive to the barking of dogs. Zhao Jun looked out curiously and saw a white dog standing in front of the branches in the south. In the direction where the white dog was looking, a small flower dog was chasing the car.

"Niuniu?" Zhao Jun was startled, then turned back and slapped the car wall.

Jie Chen braked suddenly, and the three people in the car got out of the car.

"What's going on?" Zhao Youcai shouted, and at this time Zhao Jun had climbed out of the trunk.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Hua Niuniu rushed towards Zhao Jun, lifted her body up, and hugged Zhao Jun's calf with her front legs.

"Oh!" Zhao Youcai walked over, glanced at Hua Niuniu and said, "How do you make your hair disheveled?"

Zhao Youcai used personification in this sentence. At this time, Hua Niuniu didn't blame Zhao Youcai for saying that. She saw that the hairs on its head, between the two ridged ears, stood up in bunches, and there were a lot of grass clippings and twigs on its body.

"What's wrong with this?" Wang Qiang asked, "Can't I take it?"

"Then shall we send it back?" Jie Chen asked.

"Are you still bothering?" Zhao Youcai said, "Why don't we get out of the car later and tie it up in the trunk. Anyway, there is a sack there, so it won't be cold even if it goes inside."

Zhao Youcai's suggestion was good, so Zhao Jun carried Hua Niuniu into the trunk, while the other three remained the same.

When the car started moving, Zhao Jun saw the white dog again. At this time, it was standing three to five meters behind the car, wagging its tail and looking at the car.