The whole mountain is my hunting ground

It's not Su Xianglian's fault for overreacting. It's only been a few years since 1983. Can you broadcast such a mess?

The Zhao Family Gang, sounds like a violent group!

"Ah?" Xie Chen was a little confused. He subconsciously glanced at Zhao Jun. Seeing that Zhao Jun looked normal, Xie Chen said, "My brother Jun took the lead. We all hunt together."

Xie Chen said this first, and Zhao Jun added, "Yes, we are a hunting gang."

"Ah..." Liu Guihai said, "Hunters are called hunting gangs? I've heard that they have a ginseng gang."

"We also have a wood gang in our forest area." Chu Anmin also added for him.

Zhou Chunming also said, "They dig sand, and there is also a sand gang."

Su Xianglian glanced at Liu Guihai and found this kind of thing very interesting.

But Su Xianglian didn't dare to start the machine easily, but asked Xie Chen first: "Who are the members of your hunting gang?"

"My brother Jun." Xie Chen raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Jun and said: "He is also our leader, nicknamed Zhao Jun, the tiger-capturing general!"

Su Xianglian's eyes lit up and she blurted out: "Do you all have nicknames?"

"Ah!" Xie Chen thought of Zhao Youcai and Li Baoyu, and then nodded and said: "All of them!"

"What's your nickname?" Su Xianglian asked, and this question stumped Xie Chen.

Xie Chen secretly glanced at Zhao Jun, but saw that Zhao Jun's eyes were evasive. Zhao Jun thought: "How can I understand this?"

Without external help, Xie Chen recalled the messy books he had read, and thought of the flying general Lu Bu and the sick tiger Xue Yong.

Xie Chen, who suddenly had an idea, immediately said, "My nickname is Flying Big Bug!"

"Flying Big Bug?" Su Xianglian's eyes lit up and she said, "Adding wings to a tiger?"

"Hmm? Ah!" Xie Chen had limited knowledge and didn't react at first, but he felt that this was a good word, so he nodded in agreement.

Su Xianglian felt more and more interesting and asked, "Who else do you have?"

"We also have Little Bajie, Little Zhuge..."

"Ahem!" Zhao Jun coughed lightly and interrupted Xie Chen's words.

Xie Chen looked at Zhao Jun and saw that Zhao Jun shook his head slightly, so Xie Chen knew that this topic could not be discussed further.

At this time, Su Xianglian also glanced at Zhao Jun. The female reporter could see that Xie Chen was looking at Zhao Jun's eyes and speaking.

It can be seen from this that their Zhao Family Gang is real.

In this interview today, Zhao Jun is the key figure and will be interviewed last.

So, Su Xianglian asked Liu Guihai to turn on the camera and she continued to interview Xie Chen.

At the same time, in the Zhao Family Courtyard of Yong'an Village

Li Ruhai held a handful of melon seeds and stood beside Zhao Youcai to watch the fun.

Zhao Youcai put the last crucian carp fried on both sides on a plate, and then scooped water from the pot to wash the pot.

"Uncle, you work really fast!" Li Ruhai flattered him.

Zhao Youcai glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I don't have anything to do, haha." Li Ruhai laughed. Today, when he went to Xishan to purchase, he seemed to have found the feeling at the beginning again.

If he hadn't done something stupid last month, wouldn't he still be in the limelight?

If Li Ruhai wanted to reverse the current situation, he needed to reshape his several big backers.

Not long ago, he had just promised Wang Meilan that he would assist her in the election for the position of Women's Director, but Wang Meilan didn't seem to be too interested.

Now, Li Ruhai has set his sights on Zhao Youcai again. After all, Zhao Youcai is his biggest black backer.

Because the one who beat him the hardest at home was Li Dayong, and Li Dayong always listened to Zhao Youcai the most.

"Uncle." Li Ruhai said, "Just now I went to the old youth club in Xishan and heard them talking about my elder brother."

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai frowned, subconsciously thinking that someone had said something bad about his son, and his first reaction was: "Who said anything about us?"

"No one said anything, uncle." Li Ruhai hurriedly explained: "They all praised my elder brother."

Hearing Li Ruhai's words, Zhao Youcai not only frowned, but also pouted.

The relationship between them is a bit strange. They care about each other very much, but they don't like to see each other too proud.

This kind of little emotion between father and son naturally cannot be known to outsiders, so Zhao Youcai and Zhao Jun hid it very deeply.

Li Ruhai didn't understand. Since Zhao Youcai's words just now seemed to protect Zhao Jun, Li Ruhai said, "I don't know why, but the news about my elder brother grabbing the big claws two days ago has spread to them."

"It has spread to Xishan?" Zhao Youcai frowned and said, "How can it spread so quickly?"

"Well, who knows." Li Ruhai also said puzzledly, "I haven't been at home these two days, how can the news spread so quickly?"

Zhao Youcai: "..."

Li Ruhai tilted his head to think, and thought of a possibility, saying, "It may be that my elder brother is too famous and has a good reputation."

"Go, go!" Zhao Youcai He waved at Li Ruhai and said, "Go upstairs, it's very cold outside."

"It's okay, uncle." Li Ruhai smiled and said, "I'll chat with you for a while."

Zhao Youcai, who squatted down to add firewood to the stove, glanced at him, but Li Ruhai didn't notice this detail and said to himself, "Uncle, in fact, if we talk about ability, you are the best among these people."

That's what he said, but when he said it, Li Ruhai thought of the sentence "Zhao Youcai is invincible with his magic gun, but he is brave but his fate is too bad."

"Isn't it." Zhao Youcai didn't know what the boy was thinking, but he just heard him say that, and Zhao Youcai echoed him.

"Yeah!" Li Ruhai said without saying anything, "My elder brother is still young after all, and his gun skills and experience are still not much different from yours."

"Right." Zhao Youcai used a broom made of sorghum millet to sweep the remaining water in the cauldron.

"Yes." Li Ruhai smiled and said, "Not to mention my uncle Wang and my father, they were all brought out by you."

"Heh." Zhao Youcai chuckled softly, and then heard Li Ruhai say: "My brother can only run fast, and my brother Zhang... let's not talk about it, he is still lying on the kang."

"Haha..." Zhao Youcai was amused by Li Ruhai, but at this time Zhao Youcai had the idea of ​​accepting Li Baoyu and making him his disciple.

"Hehe." Li Ruhai laughed, and then Zhao Youcai asked: "What about your brother Chen?"

"Oh my God!" Li Ruhai waved his hands with a smile and said, "Uncle, this is what we are chatting about, my brother Chen is the one who farts and fans."

"Ah? Farting and fanning the wind?" Zhao Youcai asked puzzledly: "What does that mean?"

"This is what Sun Wukong said to Zhu Bajie." Li Ruhai said with a smile: "Look at my brother, he will say whatever others say."

"Haha..." Zhao Youcai was smiling when a few dog barks interrupted him.

"Hey? You're rich!" Zhao Guofeng appeared outside the courtyard gate and waved for Zhao Youcai to come over.

Zhao Youcai looked at the pot and saw that it was boiling dry, so he asked Zhao Guofeng, "What's going on, Guofeng?"

"Go to the Tunbu!" Zhao Guofeng did not come over, but shouted: "I have a call for you!"

"Ouch!" Zhao Youcai subconsciously wanted to run out, but when he heard the sizzling sound coming from the big pot after it was dried, he turned back and pointed at Li Ruhai and said, "Pour a ladle of water into the pot!"

After saying that, Zhao Youcai ran out of the courtyard, came to Zhao Guofeng, and asked eagerly: "Who is it?"

Zhao Guofeng smiled and said: "Looking for Zhao Erdong!"

After Zhao Guofeng finished speaking, he saw Zhao Youcai running away and ran towards the village.

"Huh?" Zhao Guofeng looked helpless as he looked at Zhao Youcai who disappeared around the corner.

Just follow him, there's no need. Don't follow him, Zhao Guofeng still wants to hear what dirty tricks Zhao Erdong is up to.

He didn't mean to pry into other people's privacy, he just felt it was fun.

When Zhao Youcai ran to Tuenbu, there was no one there. He picked up the microphone and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Zhao Erdong, Mr. Zhao, can't you?" Song Xiangchen's voice came from the other end of the phone. He said: "I am the old leader of Songbaozi in Hansong, Lingnan. We met in the mountains that day. It was the day you beat three roe deer. , I and my son..."

"I remember it, uncle!" How could Zhao Youcai not remember that the two men were named Song Xiangchen and Song Changqing, and they came from Wudaogou Han Songbaozi.

Zhao Youcai couldn't get this information wrong even if he was talking in his sleep.

"Mr. Zhao, are you coming?" Song Xiangchen asked at the other end: "You asked me to come over that day. It's been a long time, but you still don't come."

"Oh, don't mention it!" Zhao Youcai said: "Uncle, don't you know? We are also having a big paw these days, so I will follow suit!"

After hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Song Xiangchen confirmed his judgment again.

This Zhao Erdong is definitely a capable person, otherwise he would not be involved in this kind of thing.

"Then are you ready?" Song Xiangchen asked this, not because he didn't believe in Zhao Youcai's ability, but because he wanted to ask him whether the matter here was settled.

If it's settled, you can get over there quickly.

"Oh!" Zhao Youcai sighed and said, "That big claw will run away when it sees me..."

When he said this, Zhao Guofeng happened to chase him in, and Zhao Youcai said: "Let me chase him across the ridge."

"Chased across the ridge?" Song Xiangchen was startled, then asked: "What kind of tiger is it?"

"Oh, Uncle Song, these big claws are extraordinary." Zhao Youcai said, "Black!"

"Oh my God!" Song Xiangchen exclaimed and said, "Mr. Zhao, after working for a long time, did you catch those big paws?"

"Ah? What happened? Did it come to your place?" Zhao Youcai asked, and Song Xiangchen said: "It's not good! It came to us, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hurry you up!"

"Hurry me?" Zhao Youcai felt something was wrong when he heard this, so he asked: "I chased it across the ridge yesterday morning. It's only been a day. What harm can it do to you?"

"Oh my god!" Song Xiangchen said: "Didn't we have two tigers here before? A tiger mother and a tiger cub.

Didn't I tell you that? My nephew and son-in-law shot that tiger cub and broke his hindquarters with the stick.

The tiger cub couldn't cross the big ditch because its hind legs were broken and couldn't get enough strength. It lay down at the bottom of the ditch without moving. It didn't move, the tiger mother didn't move away, she just guarded it.

The two tigers howled and screamed every day, but no one dared to pass by. What did they say first? He said that when the tiger mother had fed the tiger cub enough, it would leave on its own, and the tiger cub would slowly die. "

Song Xiangchen said he was a tiger cub, but he was actually over two years old, almost three years old.

The mating season for Siberian tigers is in winter. It stands to reason that when the tiger cubs grow so big, the mother tiger should return to the herd.

But the two tigers were on the way of migration, and the responsible tigress wanted to take the baby to Rakshasa before they separated.

But what Hu didn't expect was that Huang Gui crippled the tiger cub with one shot. The mother-in-law had been together for nearly three years, and the tigress was reluctant to leave the cub behind.

The tiger cub was wounded in the calf by a bullet, and there was not much bleeding at the time.

In addition, it was winter, and the temperature suppressed the inflammation of the wound, allowing the tiger cub to survive.

Its three legs are not immobile, but they cannot hunt, run, or jump.

Based on Zhao Youcai's experience, what the Hansongbaozi people said was not wrong. Even if the mother tiger hunts and feeds the tiger cubs now, the beast is still a beast, and the mother tiger will leave eventually.

Moreover, this time will not be too long.

At this time, Song Xiangchen continued: "This morning, around eight o'clock, there was a howling in the ravine.

We thought the tiger cubs were dead, but it turned out that you chased the black tiger over and fought with the mother tiger!"

"Fought?" Zhao Youcai frowned and said, "No, I was injured by the big claws!"

"Did you hurt the black tiger?" Song Xiangchen exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time he glanced at the old man sitting on the chair next to him.

The old man had age spots all over his face and a big pipe in his hand. He sneered when he heard this.

"Ah!" Zhao Youcai asked, "I shot it, what's wrong? Can it still fight?"

"The injury is not too serious." Song Xiangchen said, "They said that the tiger was twisting its body as it walked, and it is likely that its ribs were broken."

This is really true!

Zhao Youcai's shot grazed the black tiger's left rib.

If it hit the tiger, it would have taken away a tuft of hair and scratched the tiger's skin. If it didn't hit the tiger, the impact of the bullet also broke a rib of the black tiger.

If it wasn't for the broken rib, the black tiger wouldn't have fought to a draw with the tigress.

"It probably wants to mate with the tigress." Zhao Youcai said, "It wants to bite the cub to death, but the tigress won't let it."

"Whether they do it or not, we can't stand it anymore!" Song Xiangchen said, "The two tigers fought from the south ditch to the north ditch. All the livestock in our fort are frightened. After that, no one dared to go out."

"Then why can't we scare them away by shooting guns and setting off firecrackers?" Zhao Youcai asked. Song Xiangchen said, "It can't scare them away. No matter how many days we set off firecrackers, the cub can't cross the ditch, and the mother tiger won't leave. Today, this one won't leave even if we set off firecrackers."

Speaking of this, Song Xiangchen sighed and said, "Mr. Zhao, if you can come, come quickly."

"Okay, uncle, I know! "Zhao Youcai made a prompt, decisive and self-willed decision: "I will pack up and pack up. If I can get through tomorrow, I will go!"

"Okay, okay, then you pack up and pack up." Song Xiangchen said happily: "When you get to Wudaogou, you will know me once you ask me! After that, you have to come to the main road on the ditch, otherwise you will be afraid of the big claws digging you out."

"Hey!" Zhao Youcai sneered and said, "I am still afraid that the big claws will not come? If they come, I will shoot them one by one."

Hearing Zhao Youcai's words, Song Xiangchen's eyes lit up, and then he shouted into the microphone: "Mr. Zhao, what did you say? Say what you said just now again."

After speaking, Song Xiangchen put the microphone to the ear of the old man smoking a pipe.

Zhao Youcai's heroic voice came from the microphone: "I said, I am least afraid of big claws. If there are two, I will shoot one by one. Okay, uncle, wait for me!"

After speaking, Zhao Youcai hung up the phone.

When Zhao Youcai turned around, he saw Zhao Guofeng looking at him strangely and said, "Why are you so boastful now?"

...

"This guy is really boastful!" At the Lingnan Hansongbaozi Brigade, the old man knocked his pipe twice and said this.

"Fuck, what do you mean by boasting?" Song Xiangchen took out the Yingchun cigarette that Wang Meilan gave him from his pocket and put one in his mouth.

Song Xiangchen held the cigarette in his mouth and struck a match while saying, "Later, the black tiger was chased here by him."

"That was a pitfall for us!" The old man smoking the pipe said unhappily.

"Hey?" Song Xiangchen smiled at him and said, "Han Mazi, don't forget. If the person I find can knock the tiger to death, your son will go home quickly. Do you hear me?"

This Han Mazi is called Han Fengren.

Twenty years ago, Song Xiangchen used Zhang Da's head by mistake, causing the production team to lose two more cows.

Afterwards, Song Xiangchen resigned. The person who took over as the brigade secretary was Han Fengren.

The current brigade secretary is Han Fengren's son Han Guozheng.

Hearing Song Xiangchen's words, Han Fengren smiled and asked, "Old Song, do you know where my son is?"

"How should I know where your son is?" Song Xiangchen rolled his eyes at Han Fengren and said, "He's not my son!"

Han Fengren smacked his lips and wanted to curse but held back. He smiled coldly and said, "My son went to find someone!"

"Looking for someone, who?" Song Xiangchen asked. Han Fengren said, "There is a Fu Hu general in Lingxi. Have you heard of him?"