The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Zhao Youcai left without looking back. Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng took turns trying to persuade him to stay, but they were unable to keep the leader in his tracks.

"Brother, let me see you off!" Seeing that Zhao Youcai had decided to leave, Zhao Weipeng wanted to drive him off, but Zhao Youcai waved his hand and walked down the hillside alone.

Looking at Zhao Youcai's retreating back, Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng looked at each other speechlessly.

Seeing Zhao Jun looking at him, Wang Qiang smiled bitterly and whispered: "My brother-in-law's shot was too hard. The black blind man killed him with one shot, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hang himself on the tree."

This is true. Even if the black blind man is seriously injured after being shot, he will still jump down the tree if he gets stuck in the branch.

But you can’t blame someone’s marksmanship for being too good, right?

"Okay, uncle." Zhao Jun sighed softly and said, "Let's drag this black blind man down. After that, let's quickly slip out of the condom."

"Brother Jun." At this time, Jie Chen leaned towards Zhao Jun. He was holding the semi-automatic left by Zhao Youcai in one hand and the bear bile with almost only the gallbladder left in the other hand.

Zhao Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, took the bear bile and put it in Xiaobu's mouth. Although there is still some bile in the blind bear's bile, after drying in the shade, the bile skin is heavier than the bile powder, so it cannot be sold at a high price.

It used to be able to sell for a thousand and a half, but now it's okay to sell for a hundred and a half, but it's hard to sell it for two hundred yuan.

A mountain fortune, if you sell more or sell less, your life will depend on it. But Zhao Youcai was different. In order to go hunting today, he gave Wang Meilan a hundred dollars.

As a result, he lost the money-making business in one shot.

Zhao Jun packed the bear's gallbladder and dragged the black bear out of the mountain with a rope along with Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng. After getting in the car, the four of them rushed to the next hill to catch their feet.

The roe deer caught its feet last Friday, which was the day Er Zhao slaughtered the cow. And today is Tuesday, so many days have passed.

The four of them entered the mountain field and walked eastward on the ridge. This area also belongs to Forest Class 27, but it was logged last year, leaving knee-high tree stumps. This year, branches sprouted from the tree stump.

This kind of branches and the leaves produced by the branches are the main food source of the roe deer in winter.

Zhao Jun placed his feet in such a place, which was convenient for catching the roe deer foraging here, and there was no tree felling operation around.

But Zhao Jun's trap this time was different from before. The previous traps were in autumn, and holes could be dug in the ground. But now that the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, we have to bury our feet in the snow.

There is a saying about burying in the snow. If it is not buried firmly, it will be unstable. The roe deer will fall over if its legs and feet are scraped. Therefore, when Zhao Jun and Jie Chen went to catch the feet, they cleared the snow around the feet and stood them in the middle. Then they patted the snow around the feet and piled the feet up like a hill.

Keep patting the snow until it is solid, and then run to the next place to catch your feet.

After walking around for a while, the snow I shot earlier froze, and then I pushed the snow back to completely cover it.

Whether it's a trap or a trap, it must be marked. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the mountain runner is, he will not be able to find the trap he has set.

But this mountain farm was cleared. Last winter, Tang Xiaomin and his men cut down all the trees on the two slopes, no matter how big or small.

Without trees, there is no way to mark. If you paint on the snow, you will easily give others an advantage.

Zhao Jun led the way, looking at Nanshan as he walked.

The four of them walked downhill until they were facing Nanshan Mountain.

This area of ​​the mountain was cleared, and after clear-cutting, not only the tree stumps were left.

Once the big trees and small trees are gone, there is no cover. The grass seeds and tree seeds brought by birds and animals take root and grow. The twigs and vines that grow are mostly covered by heavy snow, but the old thorn buds and the like can grow in a year. It has grown to be as tall as a person, and its roots are almost as thick as an egg.

"Ouch!" Wang Qiang turned sideways to avoid the old thorn shoots and sighed: "There are a lot of old thorn buds on this slope."

"Damn it!" Zhao Weipeng from behind cursed, but he was not scolding Wang Qiang, but scolding these barbed poles. He is wide and fat. Where Zhao Jun and the others can pass, Zhao Weipeng sometimes cannot. Along the way, the three Zhao Jun men waved their swords from time to time to clear the road for Zhao Weipeng.

Zhao Weipeng passed by carefully. The old bud thorn pole was full of hard thorns. Although he was not afraid of being stabbed because he was wearing thick clothes in winter, his clothes would be scratched if he was not careful.

"Hey? Brother Jun!" Suddenly, Jie Chen, who was opening the way, turned around and said to Zhao Jun: "There are so many old thorn buds on this slope. Let my mother and the others come to hug the old thorn buds next spring."

If it had been three months ago, Jie Chen would never have dared to say this. But after this period of study and transformation, Mr. Xie Sun was able to learn to do the work of mending.

As soon as Jie Chen finished speaking, before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhao Weipeng said with complaint: "What is this? There are piles of them with thorns."

"This is the old thorn thorn. Over there..." Wang Qiang reacted mid-sentence and said, "Ah, you don't have it over there."

"Uncle, this thing is a wild vegetable." Zhao Jun stopped, pointed at the old thorn bud stem and said to Zhao Weipeng: "When the buds sprout in the spring and they grow so long, break them off and eat them."

Zhao Jun said, gesturing at the length of five or six centimeters.

When he heard that it was edible, Zhao Weipeng asked: "Is it delicious?"

"Then what can you say?" Wang Qiang said with a smile: "It must not be as delicious as meat (yòu)."

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and said to Zhao Weipeng: "Let's eat wild vegetables. Just eat them fresh. The old thorn sprouts don't have a strange smell. In the spring, pick out the tender ones and blanch them in water. After that, fry some egg sauce and it's ready for dinner."

These days, wild vegetables are very important to mountain people.

When spring comes, the cabbage and radishes stored in the previous year are almost eaten. Especially after Qingming Festival, you can’t eat sauerkraut yet.

At that time, people in the mountains had wild vegetables on their dining tables.

Not only the thorny old buds, but also the buds of willow, celery, and cucumber...

Although these things are inconspicuous now, in more than thirty years, a pound will be sold online for thirty or forty.

"Ouch! Ouch!" As soon as Zhao Jun finished speaking, a voice screamed in the distance.

"What are you calling?" Zhao Weipeng reached out to pick up the gun, but was stopped by Wang Qiang.

"Roe deer!" Wang Qiang said: "They must have stepped on my eldest nephew and others."

Hearing someone talking, the roe deer screamed one after another.

A nearby roe deer barked, which also caused a distant roe deer to bray.

One after another, the screams were urgent and restless.

The call of prey excites the hunter's heart. At this time, even Zhao Weipeng's whole body was full of energy.

The four of them followed the cry, and just after walking about three meters, Jie Chen pointed to the lower right and shouted: "What's that?"

The yellow one was lying on the snow. Jie Chen couldn't help but know that it was a roe deer. He shouted to attract the attention of the other three people. Because this roe deer lay motionless on the snow.

"Dead roe deer!" Zhao Jun glanced at it and said, "Ignore it, let's tease the living thing first!"

It was already difficult to move after stepping on the roe deer, and it was even more difficult on the snow. You can survive two days without food. The key is that the hillside is not covered. The roe deer can't move yet, so it will be very difficult at night.

The four of them continued walking down, and not far away they saw a roe deer lying under a tree stump.

When the roe deer saw the person coming, it pulled its neck and howled, but it couldn't even struggle to get up.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Weipeng laughed strangely, ran two steps to catch up with Zhao Jun in front, and said, "Nephew, take a picture of my uncle."

After saying that, Zhao Weipeng was about to run towards the roe deer. He remembered that Zhao Jun said that after catching the live roe deer, he would take a set of photos of Boss Zhao trying to capture the beast.

"Huh?" Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang took action almost at the same time, and the uncle and nephew grabbed Zhao Weipeng together.

"What a fool, go over there and he'll bite you again!" Wang Qiang said angrily.

"Ah?" Zhao Weipeng asked in surprise: "Does the roe deer still bite people?"

"The rabbit still bites people." Wang Qiang said again, and then Zhao Jun said to Zhao Weipeng: "Uncle, mountain animals are different from domestic animals, they are wild. If you catch it directly like this, it will be easy to kill (chuǎ) you."

As he said that, Zhao Jun led Zhao Weipeng in a circle, going behind the roe deer's butt.

The roe deer couldn't get up, but it could move its head. When it turned its head, it saw Zhao Jun and Zhao Weipeng touching behind it, which made the roe deer even more panicked.

But at this point, it could do nothing but scream.

But the more it screamed, the more excited the hunters became.

Zhao Jun took out the rope from his pocket, held the rope with both hands and tied a noose on one end. As he walked, he shouted to Zhao Weipeng: "Uncle, I will use this to put a noose on it. When you are done, you pull the rope and I will give you a pat." open."

The howl of the roe deer echoed throughout the mountain. When people talk to each other normally, they can't hear each other clearly, so they can only shout.

After hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhao Weipeng's eyes lit up and he kept nodding.

The closer the two got to the roe deer, the louder the roe deer screamed. It tried to struggle to get up, but failed several times.

Zhao Jun frowned slightly, endured the sonic attack of the roe deer, threw and pulled the loose rope noose on the roe deer's head, and then slid the noose down the roe deer's head and around its neck.

Zhao Weipeng happily stepped forward to grab the rope, and then raised his arms high, matching his body, really like a warrior trying to catch a beast.

After Zhao Jun finished taking a picture, Zhao Weipeng changed to tug-of-war, and then changed to carrying the rope on his back...

After taking seven photos in a row, Zhao Weipeng asked Zhao Jun, he put down the rope, went over and pressed the back of the roe deer with one hand, and pinched the back of the roe deer's neck with the other hand.

What can a roe deer do?

The roe deer struggled desperately, and Zhao Weipeng urged Zhao Jun to press the shutter.

After taking three more pictures, Zhao Weipeng got up from the roe deer with satisfaction. Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, and Jie Chen stepped forward and tied the roe deer's hooves with ropes.

In this way, the four Zhao Jun men worked until noon and harvested three live roe deer and three dead roe deer.

The dead roe deer was stiff and stiff from the cold, but there was no doubt that it must have a smelly chest.

The Zhao family doesn't know how to eat smelly meat, let alone sell it for money. Therefore, except for the four legs of these three roe deer, all other meat will be fed to the dogs.

It was already 12 noon when the four people loaded the six roe deer into the liberation vehicle. They brought dry food with them when they came from home, but none of the four of them ate it, so they took the car back home.

Jie Chen drove the Jiefang himself and pulled the roe deer behind. Zhao Jun drove a jeep, carrying Wang Qiang and Zhao Weipeng in front.

"Hey? Uncle." Zhao Jun remembered something while driving and said to Wang Qiang, "Shall we take the dog up the mountain tomorrow?"

"What are you doing, nephew?" Wang Qiang asked.

"Let's see how many wild boars we can catch." Zhao Jun said, "As promised to our team leader, we have the live roe deer, but there are still a few wild boars left. With New Year's Day approaching, we have to take care of things."

"That's true..." Wang Qiang also remembered something when he was talking, and said to Zhao Jun: "Nephew, your dad still owes someone a wild boar."

"What?" Zhao Jun was startled and then heard Wang Qiang say: "He promised to catch wild boars for those...Liu Renshan and Wu Feng, this..."

Zhao Jun twitched his lips when he heard this. A statistics team leader and a dispatch team leader, his careless father can really take over the work.

…

At the same time, in the cafeteria of Yongan Forest Farm, workers chatted while eating.

Today I ate cabbage stewed vermicelli in the cafeteria, just two steamed buns, and a few workers sat in the corner.

One of them said in a sharp voice: "Eat cabbage and potato seeds every day."

Listening to his voice, you can tell that he is Cui Da Xiao.

"Fuck!" A person next to him continued: "You are saying this as if your family is taking advantage of it. Is your family the only one who can eat this every day?"

This is really not to dismiss people. The four villages in Yong'an are all family areas, and the majority of workers' families are wage earners. But even so, not everyone can eat stew every day.

In most households, cabbage and potatoes are only available at night, and pickles and miso are served in the morning and noon.

"Who says it's not?" Another person took a bite of the steamed bun, then raised his head slightly, moved his chin forward, swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, and whispered: "Look at Li Dayong and Lin Xiangshun, they can eat it, you pretend J8 hairy?”

Cui Dajiao took a bite of cabbage, clicking his lips while chewing, but stopped talking.

At this time, the man sitting across from Cui Daxiao leaned his upper body slightly forward and said in a low voice: "I heard that this boy from Zhao Youcai's family drove a wild boar to our canteen this morning."

"Yes, I heard about it too." The person next to him answered, "They talked about disemboweling the body and letting blood, but after it was put on the scale, it still weighed 700 to 800 kilograms."

"Why don't you put it under the fire wall in the back kitchen?" One person said: "Before cooking, I heard Han Dachun say that putting it there will soften it and make it easier to peel the skin."

"Then do we have meat to eat tomorrow?"

"Even if there is meat, it is not good meat." One person curled his lips and said, "Old Zhao's family hunts. He eats the good ones at home, and sells the bad ones to the canteen."

"It's not good!" Cui Dada said: "The eggs from such a cannon are not worth the meat."

"Stop being so loud." As soon as Cui Dajiao finished speaking, someone asked: "Is it delicious? Are you going to eat the stew tomorrow?"

"Why don't I eat it?" Cui Dadao said: "I am a forest farm employee, why should I not eat it?"

"Huh?" At this time, one person asked: "Didn't Zhao Youcai sell the old cow to the canteen? If he wants to sell beef, that's great, we can all follow suit."

"What are you thinking..." Just as Cui Daxiao was about to answer, he saw the cotton door curtain at the door being opened, and then someone walked into the cafeteria.

"Oops!" Cui Daxiao was startled, and the people at the same table all looked at him when they saw him looking at the door in a daze.

Zhao Youcai, with a stern look on his face, walked towards the kitchen. He walked from Lin Class 27 to the forest farm in one breath, which lasted nearly three hours.

Walking like this, the energy and blood all over his body became hotter and hotter as he walked. The lining of Zhao Youcai's cotton-padded jacket was even wet, but his heart felt cold.

"Brother!" Seeing Zhao Youcai come in, Li Dayong stood up suddenly. Wu Feng, who was at the same table with him, and Liu Renshan, who was at the table next to the fire wall, also stood up.

Today is the 22nd, and it’s almost New Year’s Day. Everyone is waiting for the wild boar gift that Zhao Youcai promised!

Officially announced: Zhao Baotou temporarily withdraws from the hunting circle!