The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Like Zhang Yuanmin, Zhao Jun was remembered by everyone in Lengchang as soon as he arrived at 78 Lengchang.

But they remembered Zhao Jun because they were afraid that they would be ignorant and bump into the inspector.

78 The leader of Lengchang, whose surname is Yang, is Yang Hong. He is thirty-nine years old, tall, dark-skinned, and dressed simply.

Compared with Jiang Fu and Du Chunlin, Yang Hong looks more like a worker than a leader.

But Yang Hong is a forthright and righteous person. Among all the leaders in Lengchang, there are few who are more open-minded than Yang Hong.

Yang Hong was neither flattering nor enthusiastic about Zhao Jun's arrival. On the first day when Zhao Jun entered their farm, Yang Hong followed the rules and prepared a table of delicious food for Zhao Jun.

Six dishes, including meat and vegetables, fish and meat. A dish of pickled cabbage and mutton soup made Zhao Jun sweat all over and felt very comfortable.

After eating, Zhao Jun rested for a while in the shack and then went to work in the leng yard.

At nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Jun was still checking the ruler when he heard someone calling him from behind: "Technician, technician."

Zhao Jun stopped working, turned around and saw an old man standing not far from him.

He was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers stained with oil stains. His hair was gray and messy, and his old face was full of vicissitudes of life.

Zhao Jun was heartbroken and silently called "Master" in his heart. It turns out that this old man is Hu Dahai, Zhao Jun's hunting master in his previous life.

The master and apprentice in his previous life may not have the same fate in this life, but Zhao Jun still politely asked Hu Dahai: "Uncle, do you always have trouble with me?"

Hu Dahai grinned and said with a smile: "Technician, I am the cook at our Lengchang farm. That head Yang told me to take care of your food and drink. It just so happens that tonight our Lengchang farm will make buns stuffed with wild boar and big radish." I will steam a pot in advance, hoping that you will go home after you are full."

Hearing what Hu Dahai said, Zhao Jun was not polite to him. He immediately responded and followed Hu Dahai to a shack.

This shack is the Lengchang kitchen and the residence of Hu Dahai and his son.

Hu Dahai lost his wife in middle age, and one of his two sons also died of illness. There is still an old son who works in the factory.

His son was not at home, and Hu Dahai felt uncomfortable at home with his daughter-in-law, so he followed his son to Lengchang.

But when he came, he was already fifty-eight, and Yang Hong couldn't bear to let him do heavy work. When he heard that he could cook, he made him a cook.

When Zhao Jun entered the shack, it was steaming inside, and the steamed buns in the big pot were cooked.

Hu Dahai put the lid on the pot, and the heat in the room became even stronger.

Hu Dahai smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Technician, my hands are useless. Can you wash your hands and pick up the buns yourself?"

"Okay." Zhao Jun knew that the old man meant well, so he went to the big vat, scooped water into the basin, and washed his hands with pig's soap. Then go to the big pot, take a bowl and fill it with cold water.

He took another plate, held the plate in one hand, and put the other hand into the bowl of cold water next to it. After all five fingers were covered with water, he reached into the pot to get the buns.

The steamed buns were hot just out of the pan, but Zhao Jun had cold water on each finger. When his fingers felt hot, he had already put the steamed buns on the plate.

Zhao Jun picked four buns from this plate, then thought about it, took another plate, and picked up four more buns.

When he came to the Kang table with a plate in one hand, Hu Dahai happened to serve him a bowl of muddy porridge that had just come out of the pot.

Muddle-headed porridge is corn flour porridge, boiled to a sticky consistency.

Seeing Zhao Jun coming over with steamed buns, Hu Dahai smiled and said, "Technician, just eat the porridge."

"Yeah." Zhao Jun nodded and smiled, then placed two plates of steamed buns on both sides of the Kang table.

Hu Dahai was stunned when he saw this, and then heard Zhao Jun say: "Uncle, you also sit down, let's eat together."

Hu Dahai was surprised to hear Zhao Jun call him uncle. The forest farm inspectors he had met before had a condescending attitude toward workers like them, with their nostrils turned to the sky.

But Zhao Jun, an old man like him, could be polite to him.

"I won't eat it yet." Hu Dahai declined politely: "Technician Zhao, you can eat it yourself."

"Uncle, come on, eat it while it's hot, it's delicious." Zhao Jun said, got up and helped the old man sit down on the kang.

Then the two started eating steamed buns and chatting while eating.

They didn't talk about hunting, just some household chores, and the old man also expressed his intention to ask Zhao Jun to take care of his son.

In response, Zhao Jun agreed, which made the old man even happier.

When he was happy, he ignored Zhao Jun's obstruction, went to the ground and burned two red peppers, fried a small dish of chili oil, and gave Zhao Jun to dip the steamed buns in.

This bun is stuffed with wild boar and radish. Although I don’t know where Yang Hong prepared the wild boar, he really put a lot of meat into it.

Half radish and half meat, the meat is wrapped in radish and turned into eggs. Moreover, the old man said that bone soup is added to the buns. The soup soaks into the dough skin of the buns, and even the skins of the buns are delicious.

Dip in a little chili oil, the crispy chili, combined with the fragrance of radish and meat, made Zhao Jun's mouth full of oil.

When the muddy porridge has cooled down a little, suck the muddy porridge along the edge of the bowl. After eating the dry porridge, eat the thinner one. This is called slipping.

Just as Zhao Jun was sewing his stomach, the door of the shack was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

A man came in after a long journey, and when he looked into the shack, he saw two people on the kang, holding bowls opposite each other and drinking porridge.

The man was slightly stunned. Hu Dahai heard the door open and looked towards the door. His eyes were a little blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He squinted to see who was coming.

"Yeah." Hu Dahai asked in surprise: "Xiaoer, why are you here?"

The man approached and came in front of Hu Dahai. He looked at Hu Dahai and then at Zhao Jun.

When Hu Dahai saw this, he smiled and said: "It's okay, this is our new inspector in Lengchang. They are not outsiders. If you have any questions, just tell them."

After the meal, the old man no longer regarded Zhao Jun as an outsider.

Zhao Jun also recognized this man and knew that he was Hu Dahai's nephew Song Dong.

In their previous lives, Zhao Jun and Hu Dahai learned how to hunt, but it was Song Dong who led Zhao Jun hunting in the first place.

It was also Song Dong who helped Zhao Jun drag the dog. In their previous lives, the two of them got along well, and they always talked about each other as brothers.

After hearing Hu Dahai tell him, Song Dong didn't hide it any more, but he first nodded to Zhao Jun as a greeting, and then said to Hu Dahai: "Third uncle, our dog is dead."

"What?" When Hu Dahai heard this, he quickly put his crossed legs down on the bed, looked up at Song Dong and asked, "Are the dogs dead? How many died? How did they die?"

Hu Dahai asked three times in a row. Song Dong pursed his lips and then said: "Of the eight dogs, seven died, and the big one came back by himself."

When Hu Dahai heard this, he couldn't help but widened his eyes, stared at Song Dong and asked, "What did you encounter? Can so many dogs die? Did you beat the bear bully?"

"It's not Xiong Ba." Song Dong shook his head, then lowered his head slightly, and choked with a hoarse voice: "I don't know what it is, but it seems to be a big claw."

"Lord Mountain God?" Hu Dahai jumped down from the kang in an instant, looked up at Song Dong and asked, "Where have you been?"