The whole mountain is my hunting ground

I mentioned before that there are rules for hunting.

One of them is that mountain wealth cannot be enjoyed exclusively.

Even if you catch a prey and drag it home, and you bump into someone on the road, no matter whether you know the person opposite or not, as long as the person opens his mouth, you have to cut off a piece of meat and hand it to the person.

If the snare is set in the mountains and has a roe deer, you can pass by and kill the roe deer, and take away one or both of its legs. It doesn't matter.

But if it is a wild boar trap, because wild boars are difficult to kill, if a passerby kills the wild boar, he can take away half of the wild boar.

If this person is careless, he cuts off two wild boar legs and hangs them on a tree nearby, and then drags away the rest of the wild boars. That is not impossible.

However, there are two things that cannot be done.

First, you can’t take away someone else’s condom, it’s someone else’s meal. Especially the wild boar condoms are made of finger-thick steel wire, which is worth a lot of money nowadays.

The second is that no matter what kind of prey it is, you have to leave some for others, and you can never take it all away.

That's the rule.

Zhao Chun had often heard adults tell hunting stories since he was a child. He knew the rules and was afraid that Zhao Jun would make a mistake with wild boar meat.

After all, whether it is the old Zhao family or the old Zhou family, they are all prestigious families in these ten miles and eight villages. If a child breaks the rules that have been passed down for thousands of years with a mouthful of meat, he will have to be poked in the back.

"Sister, don't worry, I understand everything." Zhao Jun said and got up from the kang.

At this time, his eyes had fallen behind the door of the room.

Behind the door, hanging a gun.

Zhao Jun pulled the door halfway to make room, then took the gun off the wall, holding it in his hand and stroking it.

This is a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle that fires 7.62mm bullets. According to various book descriptions, this gun has a capacity of ten bullets.

But Zhao Jun knew that if he pushed it hard into the barrel of the gun, he could stuff another bullet into it, for a total of eleven bullets.

This gun can fire continuously and can shoot out all the bullets in the gun chamber in 15 seconds. This can be said to be the most powerful weapon that can be used by those who hunt in the mountains.

After all, hunting in the mountains is not a march. The Type 56 assault rifle, which is more advanced than the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, has an extra curved handle under the butt. When traveling in the forest, it is easy to scrape the branches of grass and branches, making movement inconvenient. .

Not to mention the Type 56 machine gun. Who can use a machine gun for hunting? Are you hunting or slaughtering mountains?

Seeing Zhao Jun playing with a gun, Zhao Chun didn't care. After all, there were no bullets in the gun, and guns are not allowed these days. Guns are too common in Shanchanglin Village.

Coupled with some special regional factors, every village in Dadi Village in Shenzhou now has militia training every year. In addition, there are guard teams in the forest farm and security sections in the work sections.

Even ordinary people can buy guns as long as they are willing to spend money.

Let's just say that the semi-automatic in Zhao Jun's hand is not cheap at the moment. If you want to buy a new one, it will cost you thousands of dollars. If it's old, that's a different matter.

But don't forget, Zhao Chun's father-in-law Zhou Chunming is the second-in-command of a large factory with thousands of people. He wants to borrow a gun from the factory protection team to go home. Who dares to disagree?

"Young man, come and eat persimmons." At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Hu Sanmei came in carrying a plate of foreign persimmons.

Because nowadays in the Northeast, especially in rural areas, it is rare to see the sweet persimmons from the South, which may be slightly astringent. All tomatoes, that is, foreign persimmons, are grown in the Northeast.

Over time, people here called foreign persimmons persimmons, which confused many people from the south.

"Thank you, aunt." Zhao Jun held the gun in one hand and took the plate with persimmons in the other hand and put it on the Kang table. How could he care about eating at this time? Now his attention was entirely on the gun.

Hu Sanmei smiled and said, "Don't leave at noon, kid. Let's eat at home and my aunt will fry the fish for you. The fish your brother-in-law caught early this morning is really good."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll wait to eat." Zhao Jun responded with a smile.

Everyone has their own hobbies. Zhao Jun's brother-in-law Zhou Jianguo likes fishing and fishing. He is famous in these ten miles and eight villages.

Hu Sanmei went out after speaking. After a while, the sound of fried fish was heard from the outer room, and then the aroma of fried fish was smelled.

At this time, Zhao Jun's nephew cried again. Zhao Chun picked him up and coaxed him "oh" and "oh" twice. Then he felt that the child might be hungry, so he opened his clothes to feed the child.

Zhao Jun turned his back and lowered his head to handle the pistol.

After Zhao Chun finished feeding, the siblings played with the child. Seeing the child laughing, Zhao Jun even threw the gun aside.

In the outer room, Hu Sanmei gathered in front of the stove. There was a large plate on the stove, with pieces of fried golden fish with thin scales stacked on it.

After the fish was fried, Hu Sanmei took out the oil for frying the fish separately and put it in a separate jar.

These days, there is no such thing as frying once and then throwing it away. People have to pay for their oil, so how can they be so luxurious?

The oil in which the fish has been fried has a fishy smell, so it must be placed separately and used when frying the fish next time.

Then, Hu Sanmei brushed the pot with water. After the remaining water in the pot was dried, she poured a spoonful of oil into the pot.

When the oil was hot, Hu Sanmei cut a piece of wild boar meat that Zhao Jun brought. After cutting it into small pieces, the oil in the pot was also hot.

Hu Sanmei first put the wild boar slices into the oil pan and stir-fried. After the pork belly was fried to produce lard, she poured all the prepared beans, potato cubes, and melon cubes into the pan.

Stir fry first, then add water to cover the vegetables and meat.

Then, Hu Sanmei took a small wooden ladder and placed it directly across the water in the pot.

The two ends of the ladder are stuck on both sides of the pot and will not fall down.

Hu Sanmei took another white porcelain basin, which was filled with washed rice. When her son's brother-in-law came, he would definitely treat him with white rice.

Hu Sanmei added water to the basin. When adding water, she kept inserting her right index finger into the water to judge how much water was added.

When she thought she had added enough water, she placed the white porcelain basin on the small ladder inside the pot. In this way, the pot was stewed at the bottom and rice steamed at the top.

Finally, just cover the pot and add firewood to the stove pit.

As the fire became more and more intense, the aroma of the food continued to spread into the back room.

When Zhao Jun smelled the aroma of rice, he knew that dinner was about to begin. He said to Zhao Chun, "I'll help the aunt set the table," and then walked to the outhouse.

Looking at Zhao Jun's back, Zhao Chun felt more and more pleased. His brother had really grown up, and the old Zhao family would be the backbone of the family in the future.

By the time Zhao Jun and Hu Sanmei put the food, bowls and chopsticks on the table, Zhao Jun's nephew had already fallen asleep again.

The time when the child sleeps is the opportunity for the adults to eat.

Hu Sanmei invited Zhao Jun to get on the kang for dinner. Zhao Jun didn't pretend to be pretentious. He got on the kang cross-legged and put the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle next to his legs.

At this time, Hu Sanmei came in with a bottle of wine and a wine glass, and said with a smile: "Young man, let me have a sip at noon."

"Mom, he doesn't know how to drink." Before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhao Chun spoke first.

Hu Sanmei smiled slightly. Zhao Chun could say that, but she couldn't just withdraw the wine. Although Zhao Jun is a junior in front of her, he is still an adult. According to the rules here, if you come to eat, you must serve wine. Whether you drink or not is up to others.

Therefore, Hu Sanmei put the wine bottle and glass in front of Zhao Jun and said: "We are not outsiders. If you drink, you can pour it yourself."

"Okay, aunt." Zhao Jun responded and took the rice bowl handed to him by Zhao Chun. Before that, Zhao Chun had already served Hu Sanmei a meal.

Hu Sanmei sat down, straightened her rice bowl, glanced at the gun placed by Zhao Jun's leg, and said with a smile: "What, young man, do you like guns?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Mom, can you lend me this gun for two days?"