The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"Trouble?" Zhao Jun was startled when he heard this, thinking that your village will take one or two thousand yuan from me today, what trouble can you have.

But on second thought, Zhao Jun frowned and asked: "What's the matter, Uncle Zhang, did those forest rangers bully you again?"

"No." Zhang Xinglong shook his head and said: "What happened? The day before yesterday, you left our village, and these old and young men went to the old mass grave. Many of these fox skins were beaten that afternoon."

This is normal. The foxes in the desolate land of Xishan have lived in peace with the people of Xishan Village for many years. The people of Xishan Village suddenly caught the foxes off guard, so the most foxes were caught on the first day.

But the later it is, the more clever the remaining foxes are, and the harder it is to be tricked by people.

"The foxes entered the village the night before yesterday, and they were making trouble in every house." Zhang Xinglong continued, "They made trouble all night the day before yesterday and all night yesterday. We didn't suffer any losses while keeping watch, but we couldn't stand it anymore."

Hearing Zhang Xinglong's words, Zhao Jun frowned and asked, "How many foxes are there under the foot of the West Mountain?"

"There's nothing under that piece of land, but there are still a hundred or eighty in the woods on both sides." Zhang Xinglong said so, and Zhao Jun was surprised and said, "Can there be so many foxes?"

"That's not good." Zhang Xinglong said, "How big is that birch forest? It's connected to our village on one end and the wilderness on the other end. It's more than 20 miles long."

"And the poplar forest? . ” Tong Youfeng didn’t want Zhang Xinglong to be the only one to take the limelight, so he quickly took over the conversation and said to Zhao Jun: “The distance from that poplar forest to the north end of Yongli is about ten miles.”

“Then you can continue to fight.” Zhao Jun laughed and said: “After fighting, we can exchange the skins for money, how great is that?”

“No.” Tong Youfeng said with a bitter face: “Now we can’t fight them, and the remaining foxes are more cunning than each other. We can get shadows but can’t fight them.”

Hearing what Tong Youfeng said, Zhao Jun looked at him and asked: “Master Tong, what do you mean?”

From the time Zhang Xinglong said that their village was in trouble to now, Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng didn’t seem to have rehearsed, but they were definitely discussed.

"Those..." Tong Youfeng seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said: "We want to borrow two dogs from you..."

"That's not possible." Zhao Jun interrupted Tong Youfeng before he finished speaking and said: "Master Tong, my dog ​​is shy, it's useless for you to take it there, it won't work for you."

What Zhao Jun said, whether it was true or false, it would be too much for the people of Xishantun to ask to borrow dogs again.

"Tsk, oh my." Tong Youfeng tried to ease the embarrassment and said, "This time it's going to be difficult."

"Hey?" At this time, Zhao Jun suddenly asked Tong Youfeng, "Master Tong, you can catch the shadow, but can you shoot with a gun?"

"Huh?" Tong Youfeng was stunned and said to Zhao Jun in confusion, "You are better at shooting than us. My No. 32 and Guangquan's No. 16 are not good. A lead bean will make a big hole when it is shot, and the gun sand can't kill the fox."

After listening to Tong Youfeng, Zhao Jun raised his hand to signal Tong Youfeng to move away, and then he pointed to the table under which the fox skin was placed, and said, "Master Tong, please lend a hand, and Master Wu, you two, help me get the box over here."

Tong Youfeng and Wu Dalin responded in unison, and the two of them lifted the box to Zhao Jun's side.

Zhao Jun opened the lid of the box, grabbed an air gun from it, and handed it to Tong Youfeng, saying, "Master Tong, how about this gun?"

There is no man who doesn't love guns, and hooligans are no exception. At this time, some people in the warehouse focused their attention on the high-pressure air gun that Tong Youfeng took over; others focused their attention on the pine wood box with the lid opened.

Zhao Jun bought a total of 500 high-pressure air guns, 25 in a box, and a total of 20 boxes.

Those boxes were stacked under the south window, covered with tarpaulin, and no one could see what was inside.

And this box, Zhao Jun had used the high-pressure air gun in it when he went up the mountain with Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Xing San to hunt squirrels.

"High pressure." Tong Youfeng is the richest man in Xishantun. Although his family does not have an air gun, he has seen others take it when he went up the mountain.

The batch of air guns made by the confidential factory for Zhao Jun are all imitations of Shanghai's old I-shaped ones.

This kind of air gun has a low pressure when the barrel is bent. The high-pressure air gun has a force arm under the barrel, and it will be strong when it is bent.

High-pressure air guns are far superior to low-pressure air guns in terms of range and power.

Tong Youfeng didn't think that Zhao Jun wanted to sell them air guns, but Zhao Jun took out the air gun at this time, which must be related to the fox.

So, Tong Youfeng said: "Master Zhao, this gun is for foxes..."

Halfway through his words, Tong Youfeng paused, then tilted his head and looked at the barrel, and said: "It's hard to say."

This gun can be used to shoot squirrels, rabbits, and sand chickens, but it may not be used to shoot foxes.

It is possible that the fox will be killed when it is shot properly, and it is possible that the fox will not die even if it is hit.

Zhao Jun raised his hand, took the air gun back from Tong Youfeng, then placed it horizontally on his legs and removed the wooden buttstock.

The structure of this gun is very simple, without even a safety, and there are not many parts.

Zhao Jun squeezed out the spring inside and said to Tong Youfeng: "How about adding two forces to this spring?"

"That will make it stronger." Tong Youfeng agreed with Zhao Jun's words, but then he smiled bitterly and said: "But... we can't afford it."

"If we can't afford it, we won't buy it." Zhao Jun smiled and said: "Can we rent it?"

"Rent? How to rent?" Tong Youfeng was stunned, and all the hooligans' eyes fell on Zhao Jun at the same time, and then heard Zhao Jun say: "I don't want rent, it's just like I'm lending it to you.

But let’s be a villain first and then a gentleman. I don’t know any of us. If anyone wants to use this gun, just give me a deposit of 70 yuan. When I go to our village on Sunday, everyone gives me the gun, and I return the seventy yuan to everyone. "

After Zhao Jun finished speaking, everyone was silent. These families are in a very difficult situation. It's okay if money is not involved. But when money is involved, they are very careful and careful.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhao Jun assembled the gun in twos and twos, and then put the gun on the pine box.

Then, Zhao Jun looked through the fox skins that Tong Youfeng brought. While inspecting them, he said: "My guns are all new. I will either sell them to you or give them to you for use. They are skinned, so you should use the skins." Sell ​​me, that’s all.”

Everyone was still silent, but Tong Youfeng squatted down and took the air gun again, and tentatively said to Zhao Jun: "Master Zhao, the supply and marketing cooperative sells this gun for eighty or ninety, right?"

"Then I don't care." Zhao Jun pulled out a piece of white fox skin and said nonchalantly: "Now I don't sell guns, and I don't care how much they cost. I'll take one if you can make it or believe it. .

Today is Thursday, after Friday and Saturday, I will give you three days. During these three days, I don’t care what you hunt. If you enjoy hunting foxes, you will hunt foxes; if you enjoy hunting gray skins, you will hunt gray skins. "

When Zhao Jun said his last words, the gangsters instantly exploded.

Gray skin!

The prices of all kinds of furs have increased this year. A piece of gray fur costs 423 yuan, which is less than their family's income for half a year.

"Young Master Zhao." Wu Dalin asked Zhao Jun eagerly, "Is it okay if we use your gun to kill the gray skin?"

"Okay." Zhao Jun said: "You can use this gun. What are you shooting at? Can I still watch you?"

At this point, Zhao Jun smiled and continued: "I'll take it if you wear gray leather. I'll give you whatever price the Yamashita Supply and Marketing Cooperative pays."

As soon as Zhao Jun said this, everyone started whispering and discussing.

At this time, a voice came to Zhao Jun's ears: "The price is the same as that of the supply and marketing cooperative, how can he make money?"

"How to make money is my business." Zhao Jun said this, and at this time Zhang Xinglong said to Zhao Jun: "Xiao, you continue to look at the skin, we go out to discuss and discuss."

Zhao Jun nodded in agreement, and all the gangsters left the warehouse one after another.

At this time, Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei had already returned to the house. The dogs in the yard kept barking when they saw them, so these people stopped discussing in the yard.

The hooligans left the Zhao family compound and everyone gathered together to discuss the possibility of renting an air gun.

Most of these people still believe in Zhao Jun, and they even trust Zhao Jun more than Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng.

The reason is also very simple, because Zhao Jun is rich and is still a small leader of a forest farm.

The most important thing is that Zhao Jun kept his word and not only helped them deal with the forest rangers, but also paid for their fox skins.

Not only that, Zhao Jun also painted a big cake for them. Using an air gun to shoot off gray skin is something that gangsters never dared to think about before.

Now you don’t have to spend money to buy a gun. You can rent one for three days and the deposit will be refunded.

In the past, they might have worried about the seventy yuan deposit, but now they have money.

Each sack roll is wrapped with fox skins from three families. Some people sell their own fox skins for less than 70 yuan, but they can borrow them from others.

Borrow ten or twenty yuan, use it for three days, and pay it back after the deposit is refunded.

People have a herd mentality. A few people who didn't want to rent the property were rented by others.

Of the last sixteen representatives, thirteen rented Zhao Jun’s air rifle.

Food must be eaten one bite at a time, and things must be done one by one.

Zhao Jun inspects and collects the furs first, and then starts the airsoft leasing business after all the fox furs for everyone have been settled.

Zhao Jun's batch of air guns are all custom-made, and the guns have the name of a confidential factory. Zhao Jun is not afraid of others forging them, and does not issue invoices to these people. He only tells them to refund their deposits when they take the guns.

Sixteen people happily left Zhao's house with great unity and air guns on their backs.

Zhao Jun sent these people out of the yard, and then said to them: "I have to go to work these days, and I don't leave home during the day. We don't have to send them here because we are wearing fox skins. I will go there to collect them on Sunday."

Everyone agreed. After Zhao Jun sent these people away, he went back to the house and summoned Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei to go to the warehouse to pack the leather.

And Zhao Jun got on his motorcycle and headed to Lingnan.

Near noon, Zhao Jun rode his motorcycle under the bridge dividing the two provinces and entered Qiaotou Village.

When he arrived at Huang Gui's house on his motorcycle, Zhao Youcai had already entered Wudaogou.

Wudaogou is the general name for the five large ditches and ponds on the north side of Laoye Ridge. The one closest to Laoye Ridge is the first ditch, and to the north are the second, third, fourth and fifth ditches respectively.

Sidaogou is also known as Huganggou. It was named after a strange man from Yong'an who came to herd cattle here with his head open and became associated with a tiger.

To the east of Hugou Valley is Han Songbaozi, the destination of Zhao Youcai's trip.

Zhao Youcai inquired all the way, carrying a gun and passing through Beifeng Fort and Beishan Fort east of the fifth ditch.

After walking out of Beishan Fort, Zhao Youcai saw a gathering outside the fort, and he smelled the aroma of big ballast porridge.

Zhao Youcai followed the smell and looked for it. After walking a few steps, he saw a stall at the north end of the street.

There was a stove made from a tin bucket on the stall, and firewood was burning in the stove. There was a large stew pot sitting on the stove, and the stew pot was boiling big ballast porridge.

Zhao Youcai has been walking since past five o'clock in the morning, and he is really hungry. He took a look at the stall and asked, "How do you sell it?"

"Three cents a bowl, five cents two bowls." The old lady looking at the stall quoted a price, and Zhao Youcai said: "I want two bowls."

After saying that, Zhao Youcai took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.

At this time, someone came to return the bowl. The old lady poked the big bowl with a cracked tooth into the basin of snow next to her, took it out, shook it, and wiped it with a yellow cloth.

There was no way. How many bowls could a normal family have these days? Weddings and funerals all borrowed plates, bowls, tables, chairs and benches from neighbors.

It was winter again, and it was impossible to get water to wash the bowls outside. The old lady was very particular about it.

Zhao Youcai was not picky. There were few mountain people who were particular.

The old lady picked up a pair of chopsticks from the small helmet next to her and put a chopstick of mustard pickles at the bottom of the bowl.

Then, the old lady opened the lid of the stew pot and scooped a spoonful of barley porridge into the bowl.

Zhao Youcai took the porridge bowl and took the chopsticks cut from the ash branches on the table next to it.

This stall had no table, only two long benches. Five people were squeezed on two long benches, but only one of them was drinking porridge, and the other four were just resting.

Seeing Zhao Youcai bringing the bowl over, an old man with a pockmarked face knocked on his pipe, stood up and greeted Zhao Youcai, saying, "Come, sit here with me."

"Ah, OK." Zhao Youcai was not polite, and sat on the bench while shoveling corn porridge into his mouth.

When Zhao Youcai first ate the hot porridge, he felt that his teeth were not strong enough. But hasn't Zhao Baotou been looking for trouble all year?

Just as Zhao Youcai was eating porridge, the old man with a pockmarked face stared at the semi-automatic rifle behind him.

Guns are not banned these days, but those who can carry a semi-automatic rifle everywhere are definitely not ordinary people.

Zhao Youcai quickly finished two bowls of corn porridge, and he took out a Shilin cigarette from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, Zhao Youcai found that the old man with a pockmarked face was looking at him.

"Man, can I give you one?" Zhao Youcai was not stingy because he didn't have to spend money.

"No." The pockmarked old man shook his head, raised the pipe in his hand, and said, "I smoke this, it's strong."

Zhao Youcai smiled and nodded slightly to show his agreement with the old man.

"Uncle." Zhao Youcai pinched the cigarette with one hand, pointed to the south with one hand, and asked the pockmarked old man, "If you follow this road, can you reach Hansong Fortress?"

The pockmarked old man was stunned, and asked instead, "What are you doing in Hansong Fortress?"

"They asked me to come and fight tigers." Hearing Zhao Youcai's answer, the pockmarked old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "From your accent, you seem to be from Lingxi, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Zhao..." Zhao Youcai said his surname and was about to sign up, but heard the pockmarked old man say, "Subduing the Tiger General?"

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai frowned, thinking, is my little calf so famous? All the old men in Lingnan know him?

But before Zhao Youcai could say anything, he heard a surprised voice: "Erdong! Why are you here?"

I promised everyone that the chapter would be finished very late, so brothers should go to bed and read it tomorrow morning.