The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"I...you..." Ma Yang hesitated twice, not knowing how to answer Zhao Jun's question.

These days, the atmosphere in the mountainous area is still relatively conservative. Children of this age are immature and ignorant. When Zhao Jun asked, he felt ashamed.

Zhao Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw this. At this moment, Ma Ling, wearing a small cotton jacket with floral patterns, ran out of the house with two IV bottles filled with hot water in her arms.

Seeing Ma Yang standing in front of the car, Ma Ling shouted: "Go to school!"

Last time, Ma Yang skipped school and went to the city with Zhao Jun and Ma Ling, and was beaten up when he came back. Today, even without Ma Ling's words, Ma Yang didn't dare to follow.

And Ma Ling's shouting appropriately resolved Ma Yang's embarrassment.

"Brother Jun, I'm leaving." Ma Yang waved to Zhao Jun and said, "You guys slow down!"

After that, Ma Yang ran away.

"Why are you running?" Zhao Jun shouted from behind, "I'm giving you a ride!"

"Don't worry about him." Ma Ling came to Zhao Jun and gave him one of the thermos bottles in her hand.

But after the two got in the car, Ma Ling stared with wide eyes in surprise and said, "It's so warm in this car?"

The last time I went to the city, I drove Jie Chen's Jiefang. The heater of his car was broken, and I was freezing every time I drove. At lunch, Ma Ling even took a glass bottle to ask the owner of the snack bar for hot water.

The heater of the Forestry Bureau's car was good, but the hand warmer Ma Ling gave was still stuffed into Zhao Jun's arms.

"Here." Zhao Jun happily took the butter paper package and handed it to Ma Ling.

"What's this?" Ma Ling opened a corner of the butter paper package, and immediately a fragrance entered her nose.

"My mom baked the pie this morning." Zhao Jun replied with a smile, "It's beef and radish. It's still hot if you eat it now."

"Then... let me try it." Ma Ling took a small bite of the pie. The smell of flour baked with bear oil instantly stimulated her taste buds. Ma Ling took another bite and her eyes lit up. She said, "My aunt's pie is delicious."

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard it, and then heard Ma Ling asked, "How is my aunt's stomach disease?"

"Oh!" Zhao Jun smiled and said, "She praised you the day before yesterday. Tell her to fry eggs with badger oil to cure her stomach disease."

"Really?" Ma Ling took a bite of the pie happily and asked, "By the way, my dad came back the night before yesterday and said that he went to Yongfu to give gifts, but your uncle didn't go because he caught a cold."

"Ah... yes, he had a fever the night before." Zhao Jun responded vaguely. He couldn't say that his dad was a demon and almost left behind in the mountains, right?

Ma Ling bit the pie, glanced at Zhao Jun with her big eyes, and then asked: "Are you feeling better now?"

"Almost better." Zhao Jun said: "I'm just coughing now."

"Don't worry about the cough." Ma Ling said: "I picked some mountain mushroom seedlings before the autumn. I'll bring you some when I come back. After that, you can take them home and boil water for uncle. Drink it twice and it will be fine."

"Okay." Zhao Jun smiled at Ma Ling, and as he turned the steering wheel, he saw a woman walking in the middle of the road with a basket on her shoulder.

This woman was Li Ruhai's old girlfriend, Aunt Qi Wu Dongxia, who was rumored to be Zhao Youcai's slut.

The road in the village was not wide to begin with, and there were drainage ditches and snow piles on both sides of the road. If this old woman walked in the middle of the road, Zhao Jun couldn't get through.

But Zhao Jun didn't honk the horn, because he was afraid of giving Aunt Qi a fright, and he was afraid that people would say he was pretending in the village.

Ma Ling saw Zhao Jun's concerns and said to him, "Just honk the horn, it's okay, I'll talk to Auntie Qi after that."

"Hey!" Zhao Jun just honked the horn after hearing that.

When Wu Dongxia looked back, Ma Ling rolled down the window and called her, "Auntie Qi, how is your nephew's wife?"

"Oh, my girl!" Wu Dongxia ran to the passenger seat, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling both got out of the car, and then Wu Dongxia took Ma Ling's hand and patted her lightly, saying, "Thanks to you!"

"Is it working?" Ma Ling asked, Wu Dongxia nodded heavily and said, "It's working, my nephew's wife squeaked after drinking."

Her words confused Zhao Jun, what kind of thing squeaked?

At this time, Wu Dongxia took the time to ask about gossip, saying: "What are you two doing?"

"Um... Zhao Jun went to the city to do some work for the unit." Ma Ling was very smart. She didn't mention that Zhao Jun was always absent from work. She just said: "I went down with him to buy some things."

"Ah... Then you go quickly." Wu Dongxia waved to Zhao Jun who nodded at her, and said: "Go early and come back early after you finish."

After saying this, Wu Dongxia held Ma Ling who was about to leave, and continued: "Well... Auntie signed up to be the director of the women's department of our family area, and when the time comes..."

"Auntie, you signed up too?" Zhao Jun saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled the conversation back, saying: "My mother also signed up."

"Your mother also signed up?" Wu Dongxia was startled, and then she saw Zhao Jun waved at her and said: "Auntie, let's go then."

"Hey, hey!" Wu Dongxia subconsciously responded twice, waved to Ma Ling, and after watching the car go away, Wu Dongxia walked quickly to the store.

"What? Do you know her niece's wife?" Zhao Jun asked Ma Ling as the car started. Zhao Jun had heard Zhao Youcai recount his experience in Yongxing Brigade before, and he learned that Wu Dongxia had a sister in Yongxing, and her sister's niece's wife had just given birth.

"I don't know her." Ma Ling said: "The niece's wife of the old aunt Qi had no milk after giving birth, so she asked me to find a prescription."

"Oh, you are good." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "You can cure anything."

Ma Ling smiled and said: "Her case is easy to fix, just put wild boar oil and white sugar, and drink it."

"You are awesome!" Zhao Jun praised Ma Ling, and Ma Ling asked him: "Why? My aunt is going to elect a women's director?"

"Yes." Zhao Jun replied: "You, my aunt, and my sister-in-law can't vote for outsiders."

Electing a women's director is different from electing a public security director. Only women have the right to vote in the election of a women's director, and Zhao Jun and his friends can't intervene.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and felt that time passed very quickly. Just like this, they went down the mountain, went into the city, and went straight to the department store.

The last time he came to the department store, Zhao Jun saw a photo studio as he walked by. But before going to the photo studio today, he had to buy a piece of clothing for Ma Ling first.

Parking the car at the door of the department store, Zhao Jun put on the bag on his back, and took Ma Ling into the department store.

There were not many people in the department store on Wednesday morning.

"Ling'er." Zhao Jun asked Ma Ling first, "Do you need to buy anything?"

"Yes." Ma Ling nodded and said, "Did you buy the shampoo you gave me last time here?"

"Yes, it's upstairs." Zhao Jun led Ma Ling upstairs and asked, "Is it good to use?"

"It's very good." Ma Ling said, "My mother said it's good..."

Ma Ling frowned and said, "I just don't know how I lost two bags."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun was stunned and asked casually, "Did it fall into a vacant space?"

"No." Ma Ling shook her head and said, "My mother and I searched the house and looked for it in every corner and corner, but it's not there."

"I can't say where it is." Zhao Jun didn't think much about it, just said, "Maybe it will come out one day."

As they talked, the two had gone upstairs, and Ma Ling followed Zhao Jun to the place where shampoo was sold.

"Two... four or six bags." Ma Ling hesitated for a moment in front of the counter. She wanted two bags at first, but she thought it was not easy to go down the mountain, so she kept adding more.

"How about ten bags?" Zhao Jun interrupted, and the salesperson rolled his eyes at them and asked, "How many bags do you want?"

The salesperson and Zhao Jun are old acquaintances. Wang Meilan and Zhao Chun were watching color TVs over there. When Zhao Jun came to buy school bags for his sisters, he had a verbal conflict with the salesperson, and finally the salesperson was confronted by Zhao Jun.

"Huh?" At this time, Ma Ling looked at the salesperson and felt that this woman was hostile to her fiancé.

Ma Ling was unhappy on the spot, slapped her hand on the counter, and said: "Ten bags, didn't he say it?"

After that, Ma Ling held Zhao Jun's hand with her left hand, took out money from her trouser pocket with her right hand, and said: "I can't let you spend money all the time, I brought money at home!"

Ma Ling, who had just been arguing with someone, was a little strong, and Zhao Jun didn't argue with her, and smiled and said: "Okay, you buy it, and then what..."

Speaking, Zhao Jun said to the salesperson who threw shampoo on the counter: "How many hairpins do you have?"

There is another small rack on the shelf at the back, with square wood lying horizontally on the small rack, and hairpins are placed on the square wood.

"How many?" The salesperson who had just been scolded was holding her breath and trying to get back at Zhao Jun. When she heard Zhao Jun asking about the hairpins, she said unhappily, "How many do you want? Just tell me."

Zhao Jun gestured to the shelf and said, "I want all of yours."

"You..." The salesperson didn't say anything. She turned back to the shelf, grabbed the hairpins with both hands, counted them one by one, and said to Zhao Jun, "Twelve, you want all of them?"

"Ah!" Zhao Jun nodded, and the salesperson pulled the corner of her mouth and put the hairpins on the counter.

Ma Ling thought Zhao Jun was angry with the salesperson, and she would not lose face in front of outsiders, so she leaned close to Zhao Jun's ear and whispered, "Why did you buy so many of these things?"

"For you to wear?" Zhao Jun didn't avoid saying this, and the salesperson curled his lips.

Ma Ling's eyes widened as she asked Zhao Jun, "Can I wear these?"

"You choose." Zhao Jun pushed the hairpins in front of Ma Ling and said, "See which one looks good on you."

As he spoke, Zhao Jun picked up a blue hairpin.

Ma Ling's eyes lit up. She liked blue and green, but this pile of hairpins only had three colors: black, blue and red. If Ma Ling were to pick one, the first one she would pick up would be blue.

Ma Ling took the hairpin, pushed it with both hands to hold her hair up, then turned around and asked Zhao Jun, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good, very good." Looking at Ma Ling's smile, Zhao Jun also laughed.

At this time, the salesperson at the counter tilted his head and squinted his eyes, half-opened his eyes and glanced at Zhao Jun and Ma Ling, and at the same time, his mouth was raised high.

At this time, Zhao Jun's voice reached her ears: "Bring that mirror."

The salesperson looked in the direction Zhao Jun pointed, and it was a very delicate small round mirror, the mirror surface was two circles smaller than a normal plate, and it was wrapped in red plastic.

There is a stand under the mirror, which can be folded back.

The salesperson thought Zhao Jun wanted the mirror for Ma Ling, and immediately said unhappily: "It's for sale!"

Then, the salesperson pointed to the square mirror hanging on the wall and said: "Don't you have a mirror if you want to look in it?"

"I'll buy it!" Zhao Jun was silenced by the salesperson again, and she took the round mirror and put it in front of the two of them.

"Take a look." Zhao Jun picked up the mirror and greeted Ma Ling, saying: "Is it beautiful?"

Ma Ling smiled, her big eyes narrowed into crescents. The salesperson at the counter turned sideways with his back to her and Zhao Jun, lowered his head and started picking his hands.

"It looks good." Ma Ling smiled and nodded, and then heard Zhao Jun say: "Try another color (sǎ)."

The girl loves beauty and can't resist this. Ma Ling looked around and picked a red one for herself.

"Pick another one for my aunt." Zhao Jun asked Ma Ling to bring one to Wang Cuihua.

"Give her a black one." Ma Ling took a black hairpin, and then saw Zhao Jun calculating and said, "One more is missing."

Then Zhao Jun called the salesperson.

"Hey! Hey?" After calling, the salesperson didn't respond. Zhao Jun called her again, and she turned around.

"Are there any more?" Zhao Jun said, "If there is a blue one, give me another one."

"Why do you want more?" Ma Ling asked curiously.

"Isn't this it?" Zhao Jun counted the hairpins and said, "My mother, eldest sister, Aunt Li, old uncle, second sister-in-law, old lady, Aunt Jie, Sister Jie, and Sister Zhang."

"Isn't this nine?" Zhao Jun was talking about people, and Ma Ling counted on her fingers, and finally counted nine people.

Nine people, one for each, plus the three that Ma Ling took, exactly twelve.

"Do you want it or not?" the salesperson asked behind the counter, then muttered, "You want it and don't want it."

"Yes, why don't you want it?" As soon as the salesperson finished speaking, Zhao Jun said, "Find me another blue one."

"Who are you buying it for?" Ma Ling asked, "Aren't there only these girls at home? My second sister and her friends have small heads and can't wear them either."

At this time, the salesperson who was looking for hairpins under the counter raised his eyes, his eyeballs swirling around, moving back and forth between Zhao Jun and Ma Ling.

"This..." Zhao Jun blinked his eyes, he didn't know what to say yet, this said, didn't it mean that she sold it to Ma Yang? He usually cheated that kid a lot, but cheating is cheating, if it's selling people, it's not the underworld.

"Who are you buying it for?" Ma Ling asked again, and the girl was a little nervous at this time.

It's not that the girl is strict, their generation attaches great importance to marriage and love. Ma Ling had never dated anyone before, and she and Zhao Jun were also aiming to grow old together. During this process, if Zhao Jun had a close relationship with a woman, Ma Ling would definitely not just stand by and watch, and she had the right to interfere.

"That..." Zhao Jun hesitated for a moment, and finally sold it to his brother-in-law, saying: "My younger brother asked me to bring it to him."

"Younger brother?" Ma Ling knew that when Zhao Jun talked to her, the younger brother he was talking about was Ma Yang.

Ma Ling blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion: "Why did he buy this?"

"He wanted that..." Zhao Jun was about to sell it to his brother-in-law, but he saw Ma Ling's eyes shining and said: "This child is bought for me!"

As she said that, Ma Ling looked at Zhao Jun in surprise and said: "I'm going to have a birthday."

"Huh? Your birthday." Zhao Jun was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly realized that he almost forgot Ma Ling's birthday. After a brief recollection, Zhao Jun asked Ma Ling: "Isn't your birthday on the 20th of the winter month? Is it too early?"

The twelfth month is the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and the winter month is the eleventh month of the lunar calendar.

"Ah?" Hearing Zhao Jun tell her his birthday, Ma Ling was surprised and happy, and asked: "How do you know my birthday?"

"Well..." Zhao Jun smiled and said: "Just ask, how can you not know if you are interested?"

At this moment, Ma Ling's heart seemed to be filled with honey, her lips were pursed but her face was full of smiles, and her big eyes were narrowed.

She lowered her head slightly and punched Zhao Jun's shoulder with her little fist.

The salesperson who found the hairpin under the counter stood up and looked up to see this scene, and wanted to stab the two people to death with the blue hairpin in her hand.