The whole mountain is my hunting ground

The cold wind was howling, and under the night cover of the forest, a man was holding a pine torch in one hand and staggering down the hillside.

They were almost out of the mountain, and the hills were all small hills, and the slopes were not that steep, but Li Hu was walking very hard.

One of his arms was broken by the black bear, and his back was scratched by the black bear. The wounds were not important at this time, the key was that the back of the cotton jacket was scratched. It was like running in the mountains with a bare back. In more than 30 degrees below zero, Li Hu ran to this point, relying on a breath.

Suddenly, he tripped and fell headfirst, rolling down twice, and his right knee hit a stone heavily.

"Ouch..." Li Hu wailed, and when he tried to get up, he found that his right leg was out of control.

"It's over!" Li Hu thought it was not good, but the strong will to survive gave Li Hu strength. He crawled forward with one arm and crawled towards Yongli Village.

Li Hu gritted his teeth and crawled out more than two miles. He had been climbing for nearly an hour for these two miles. Now he had left the mountain and was only two miles away from the village.

But at this time, Li Hu felt that he could not hold on any longer. He gritted his teeth and thought that as long as he went forward and passed through the grove, he would reach the main road. Once he climbed to the road, people and cars passing by would definitely come to his rescue.

Suddenly, a voice came from the front: "Xing Erqiuzi, hurry up!"

"Hey!" Then, another voice sounded not far from Li Hu.

The voice was hoarse, and it was made by a boy in the voice change period.

Li Hu was overjoyed when he heard the voice and shouted: "Erqiuzi! Erqiuzi!"

At this time, in front of a birch tree about twelve or thirteen meters in front of Li Hu, a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old was tying his pants while looking back in the direction of Li Hu's shouting.

"Erqiuzi!" Li Hu shouted again: "I am your uncle Li, come here quickly!"

It would have been better if he hadn't shouted like that. As soon as he introduced himself, the child ran away with his pants in his hands.

The child ran eastward for only two steps before he got on the road. A child of the same age was waiting for him on the road. Both children were carrying schoolbags, and they were middle school students going home from school.

"Hey?" Seeing Erqiuzi running, the child on the road pointed to the west and said, "Who is calling you?"

"Li Sanduzi!" Erqiuzi glanced to the west and whispered to his classmates, "Ignore him, I hate him the most."

"Yeah, me too." The classmate echoed, but then changed the subject and said, "Why is your dad still willing to fight with him?"

This Erqiuzi was none other than Xing Zhiyong's second son Xing Hongyang.

Hearing what his classmates said, Xing Hongyang's mouth twitched, and he said, "There's no way. I tell him, but he won't listen. My mother has been fighting with that Li Sanduzi for so many times, but there's no cure!"

As soon as Xing Hongyang finished speaking, he heard Li Hu scolding over there, "Fuck you, Xing Erqiuzi, I'm calling you!"

"Go, go!" Hearing the scolding, the classmate hurriedly pulled Xing Hongyang and ran.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Li Hu was still scolding.

"Fuck you! Little bastard, your father died in the mountains!"

If he had said that earlier, Xing Hongyang would definitely come over. But now, it's too late.

When the village organized people to clear the snow, they directly pushed the snow on the road to both sides. Therefore, the snow on both sides of the road was over the knees.

Li Hu had no problem walking normally. But he couldn't climb over!

The place where he lay in the snow was no more than five meters away from the road, and it was less than two miles away from Yongli Village.

At this time, Li Hu was already at the end of his strength, but the hope of survival was right in front of him. Li Hu tried his best to shout for help.

But the night wind rose, swept through the mountains and forests, and blew away Li Hu's cry for help.

There was no one nearby, Li Hu bowed his head weakly and lay on the snow.

When Li Hu was conscious, the whistle of a train came from not far away. But then, Li Hu's head was buried in the snow weakly.

…

The big red lanterns were hung high, and thousands of winter plum blossoms were blooming.

Tonight, Zhao Jun's family had hot pot.

Although the family raised two sheep, the male and female were kept for breeding, and Wang Meilan's sledgehammer was swung on the roe deer's head.

The roe deer, which weighed about 60 kilograms when alive, produced 30 kilograms of meat. Wang Meilan led people to divide, cut by hand, and put the meat on the plate. The neck meat was neck meat, the leg meat was leg meat, and the chops were chops. They were all placed on the plate and stood upright.

The roe deer meat was fresh, so it was all cut by hand. As for beef, when Wang Meilan cut up the meat, she wrapped the meat for hot pot with butter paper.

Just like the Northeast people wrap the beef in squares, and then freeze it outside.

When eating, bring it back to the house for a while, and then push it with a woodworking plane. When the plane pushes wood, it pushes out saw flower rolls. When pushing beef, it pushes out beef rolls directly.

Beef rolls take up space, and the beef rolls pushed out of a square piece of beef fill half a bag.

Wang Meilan prepared two large bags of beef rolls, and one bag was placed in each of the east and west rooms after dinner.

There was also beef tripe, which was boiled in a big pot in advance until it was soft, and then cut into diamond-shaped pieces and placed in a basin.

There were only three kinds of meat dishes, and there were many vegetarian dishes.

Vermicelli, fungus, dried tofu, frozen tofu, sauerkraut, bracken, cucumber fragrance, red mushrooms, potatoes, and Chinese cabbage, all laid out on the table.

The dipping sauces were also very good, including sesame paste, fermented bean curd, chives, soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil, and farm-style soybean paste. There was a wide variety of food.

There was a wide variety of food, and all the people came today.

Zhang Yuanmin attended the Zhao family dinner despite being ill, and set up a table alone on the kang in the west room. Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu sent the cooked vegetables and meat to Zhang Yuanmin's plate from time to time.

Not only Zhang Yuanmin, but Li Ruhai also came.

This kid had been eating dry food for several days, and he was vomiting sour water after eating. Today, seeing a table full of delicious food, Li Ruhai changed his usual chattering and ate with his cheeks open.

Zhao Youcai put down his chopsticks, touched Zhao Weipeng with the back of his hand, and called out: "Hey? Brother!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Weipeng, who was busy eating, responded vaguely, and then Boss Zhao stood up and picked up a large chopstick of beef, pickled cabbage, and vermicelli from the pot with chopsticks.

There were limited tables, and there were two clay braziers on a large table. There was no way, if you couldn't reach the dishes, you had to stand up to pick them up.

Zhao Weipeng held the bowl in his left hand, caught the meat and vegetables he had picked up, and then sat on the edge of the kang, and put his head into his mouth.

Seeing Zhao Weipeng like this, Zhao Youcai twitched his mouth, and Wang Qiang on the side laughed and said: "Brother Zhao, you are too careless!"

"Ah?" Zhao Weipeng was stunned, and while looking at Wang Qiang, he raised his hand to pick up the roe deer meat from the plate and put it into the pot.

"No?" Wang Qiang frowned and said to Zhao Weipeng with a smile: "Brother Zhao, you let others cheat you out of 50,000 or 60,000, how can you still eat?"

"Fuck!" Zhao Weipeng laughed and cursed, saying: "Then I won't eat, will I starve to death?"

This statement really makes sense.

"Hey? Brother!" Zhao Youcai raised his hand and grabbed Zhao Weipeng's right wrist, pulling back his hand that was holding the chopsticks, and then said to him: "I'm telling you something."

"Go ahead, brother." Zhao Weipeng put down his chopsticks, and then heard Zhao Youcai say: "I feel that you bought that fake leopard skin..."

"Leopard!" Zhao Weipeng corrected: "That's called waiting to get rich!"

"Don't talk nonsense, brother Zhao!" Li Dayong, who was slightly drunk, raised his hand and pointed at Li Ruhai, and said to Zhao Weipeng: "The real owner is here! What are you talking about?"

Zhao Weipeng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Li Ruhai with wide eyes.

Li Ruhai, who was eating, smiled and nodded to Zhao Weipeng. This kid performed well today and hardly said anything.

"Brother Zhao." At this time, Wang Qiang said to Zhao Weipeng: "If you ask me, let's catch those two first. If you catch them, you can get rich even if you kneel, not to mention sitting!"

"Get lost!" Zhao Weipeng laughed and cursed, saying: "You said to find them, where can we find them?"

"Brother, isn't that what I was going to tell you?" Zhao Youcai patted Zhao Weipeng lightly and said: "If we can't find them, we can find Yang the painter!"

"Find him?" Zhao Weipeng was not giving it away for nothing. He understood what Zhao Youcai meant as soon as he heard it. He frowned and thought: "Brother, this thing must be done for sure. The skin was indeed painted by him, right?"

If it can be confirmed that the fake leopard skin was indeed made by Yang the painter, then finding this old guy will definitely lead to Zheng Xuekun.

"Yes!" Zhao Youcai nodded and said, "There is no one else except him. Besides, he has also painted fake tiger skin!"

"Hey?" Just then, Zhang Yuanmin, who was lying on the kang, spoke up. He interrupted the conversation and asked, "Where are the father and son from?"

"Hebei, right?" Zhao Jun, who was sitting next to Zhang Yuanmin, replied. He didn't drink. He put down his chopsticks after eating and came to accompany Zhang Yuanmin.

"Qinhuangdao!" Although Zhao Weipeng didn't understand why Zhang Yuanmin asked this, he gave an accurate answer.

Zhao Weipeng's family is in Jinxi, which is Huludao in the future. Zheng Xuekun's family is in Qinhuangdao, and their hometowns are not far away. Last year, Zheng Xuekun met Zhao Weipeng through someone's introduction.

A few days ago, Zheng Xuekun ran into Boss Zhao just after he got the fake leopard skin. Zheng Xuekun thought that in this foreign land, no one would be able to find him if he did something. But he never expected that Zhao Weipeng would get to know Zhao Jun later. The fake leopard skin was from the lynx skin hunted by Zhao Jun, so Zheng Xuekun's scam was directly exposed.

After hearing what Zhao Weipeng said, Zhang Yuanmin gently pushed Zhao Jun and said, "Brother, go and call your sister-in-law!"

"Hey!" Zhao Jun got up and hurried to the east room to call Yang Yufeng.

When she heard that it was Zhang Yuanmin calling her, Yang Yufeng hurried to the west room. This was not because Zhang Yuanmin's words were so powerful, but Yang Yufeng was afraid that Zhang Yuanmin would go to the toilet.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Youcai turned around and asked Zhang Yuanmin, "What are you calling your wife for?"

Zhang Yuanmin raised his hand and said, "Uncle, wait a minute, I'll ask Feng'er, Yang Huagui has relatives with her family."

"Ah..." After hearing what Zhang Yuanmin said, Zhao Youcai stopped talking.

When Yang Yufeng entered the room, Zhang Yuanmin asked first: "Wife, does Yang the Painter have a younger sister?"

"A younger sister?" Yang Yufeng frowned and said: "How should I know?"

"Why not?" Zhang Yuanmin curled his lips and said: "I remember my father said that Yang the Painter had an older sister and a younger sister. His sister died of illness that year. His mother cried so hard that her eyes went blind!"

"Ah! Ah!" Hearing what Zhang Yuanmin said, Yang Yufeng nodded repeatedly. Such trivial matters are not something that everyone can remember.

At this time, Zhang Yuanmin pointed at Yang Yufeng again and said: "My father said that Yang the Painter had a younger sister, but she was given to someone a few days ago!"

"Really?" Yang Yufeng said uncertainly: "I don't remember this!"

"You have such a bad memory!" Zhang Yuanmin said something to Yang Yufeng, then turned around and said to Zhao Youcai and Zhao Weipeng: "My father-in-law's hometown is in Yangjiazhuang, Qinhuangdao, Hebei Province. He was just seven days old. My wife held him in her breasts and followed Lao Yang. Several families moved here!

Painting cabinet Yang's family also came here at that time. His sister got sick and died, so his sister was given to someone in Yangjiazhuang! "

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuanmin slapped his right hand on the kang and said, "Aren't the skin collectors Zhang and his wife also from Qinhuangdao?"

"Ah..." As soon as Zhang Yuanmin said this, everyone suddenly realized!

Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhang Yuanmin with surprise and said, "Okay, Yuanmin, your brain is good enough! You..."

Just when Zhang Yuanmin was beaming with praise, Zhao Jun stood in the middle to stop Zhao Weipeng and said: "Uncle, stop praising me, my brother Zhang is very capable!"

Zhang Yuanmin: "..."

"That's right!" Lin Xiangshun agreed at this time, clenching his fists and saying: "One of them painted and the other sold, so Uncle Zhao deceived me!"

"Isn't that right?" Li Baoyu interrupted: "Then when I went to the police station today, why didn't I look at anyone?"

"Maybe I missed it." Li Dayong refuted his son personally, saying: "We don't care about that. Anyway, this leather was painted by the painter Yang, so we just have to stick to this point!"

"You can't bite anything!" Wang Qiang continued: "Even if you have a clear mind, if you don't grasp the current situation, you won't be able to deal with others!"

"Then what should we do?" Li Dayong said, "It's so hard to hold your breath!"

Hearing what they said, Zhao Weipeng couldn't help but curl his lips. He had been eating happily, but he couldn't hold his breath anymore after letting these people talk!

At this time, Jie Chen quietly poked Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun looked at him and saw that Jie Chen raised his head slightly and pointed his chin toward Zhang Yuanmin.

"Huh?" Zhao Jun followed Jie Chen's instructions and looked at Zhang Yuanmin, only to see Zhang Yuanmin pouting happily.

"Hey, brother." Zhao Jun asked Zhang Yuanmin, "Why are you laughing?"

"Haha..." Zhang Yuanmin chuckled, called Zhao Jun "brother", then looked at Zhao Weipeng and said: "Uncle Zhao, don't panic, Yuanmin will help you!"

Zhao Weipeng: "..."

"Yeah!" After hearing Zhang Yuanmin's words, Zhao Youcai asked him hurriedly: "Yuanmin, you have a good brain, what tricks do you have?"

"There are outsiders coming to the village. How can the people in the village not know about it?" Zhang Yuanmin said to everyone: "Let's not just visit the Yang family in the painting cabinet. We can also go to other people's homes to inquire."

These days, it is impossible to hide people in villages and villages. If an outsider comes today, tomorrow the whole village will know about it.

"Then why are you asking?" Li Baoyu asked: "Let's go and ask around, and if someone else thinks they are saboteurs, we will arrest them."

Speaking of this, Li Baoyu looked at Li Dayong and Zhao Youcai and asked, "Dad, uncle, do you have any acquaintances in that village?"

"No one is too familiar!" Zhao Youcai frowned and said, "In the past, an old bastard in their village also died, and his son still refused to deal with me!"

Zhao Youcai said this, and Li Dayong also shook his head.

At this moment, Li Ruhai, who was sitting in the corner and had finished his meal, slowly stood up and said: "If you don't give up, Ruhai is willing to do the hard work of dogs and horses!"

I have something to do at home today, so I'm a little late