The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"Ahem..." Zhu Dashan raised his chin and coughed violently. Zhu Jiang patted his back dutifully.

But Zhu Dashan raised his hand, gestured toward the outer room, and said: "Hurry up, go out and take a look."

The grandfather and grandson hurriedly got off the kang and came to the outer room. They saw Wang Juan standing at the door in despair.

When Zhu Dashan went to the door and took a look, he saw the black tiger that was supposed to be tied up in the barn. He didn't know when he broke free of the rope and was lying in the middle of the courtyard.

And between its two front paws, there is an old hen.

At this time, the old hen's throat had been bitten off, and the wound on her neck that was bitten by the black tiger was still bleeding slowly.

"What the hell..." The angry Zhu Jiang pushed aside Zhu Dashan and Wang Juan who were blocking him, but the moment he rushed out of the house, he suddenly stopped again, looked to the left and right, turned around and picked up the chair in two steps. The shovel in the corner went straight to the black tiger.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Dashan and Wang Juan did not stop him. They did not want Zhu Jiang to beat the black tiger to death, but such an annoying dog had to be beaten violently to satisfy his hatred.

But before Zhu Jiang could reach him, Black Tiger got up from the ground and jumped out with a swish.

Zhu Jiang held up his shovel and chased after him, but two legs couldn't outrun four legs. Even if Black Tiger has one leg that is slightly disabled, he still has more legs than Zhu Jiang.

Moreover, this dog ran really fast, and his fat body did not appear clumsy at all. Seeing that Zhu Jiang could not catch up, Zhu Dashan grabbed the big broom used to sweep the yard and chased the black tiger with Zhu Jiang.

In an instant, the small courtyard was in chaos.

Lao Zhu's family originally raised four big chickens, one male and three females. In the spring, I touched eggs and hatched seventeen more chicks.

Just now, the black tiger burst out and killed an old hen. The other three big chickens were frightened. Those who climbed up the wall, climbed up the wall; those who checked the tents, checked the tents. Only a group of chickens were left, surrounded in the corner of the room.

There are walls on two sides of the corner, and the other two sides are blocked by wooden boards. There is water and ground corn flour inside.

This is a treatment only given to chickens. Big chickens can only dig for bugs and eat grass seeds in the fields.

The black tiger despises these gadgets. Each one has only two ounces of meat, which is not enough to stuff between its teeth.

But at this time, he was surrounded by Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang's ancestors and grandsons. Black Tiger could only run away, and in the process of running, his fat body knocked down the wooden board surrounding the chicken.

Hearing the cries of the chickens, they scrambled into a mess. The board fell down and hit three chickens. The other chickens stepped on the fallen board and scattered along the gap.

Zhu Dashan, who was chasing after him, couldn't stop his pace and stepped on a chicken. The poor chicken's poop came out after being stepped on. It didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it died.

Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang both cursed and chased the black tiger like crazy. Their behavior made the thirteen chicks who rushed out of the fence even more frightened. They flapped their newly feathered wings and ran and avoided in the yard quickly.

The black tiger dodged Zhu Jiang's shovel, but saw Zhu Dashan charging towards it viciously. The black tiger saw that its way was blocked, so he ducked into the empty space next to it.

This empty space is about three feet wide, with a wall on one side and two horse stools placed side by side on the other. There are three large dustpans on the horse stools, and dried potatoes are dried in the dustpans.

Dried potatoes are only available among the people in the Northeast. They peel the ripe potatoes first, then cut them into slices, and then place them piece by piece in the sun to dry them.

As long as it is stewed meat, you can put some dried potatoes in it. The broth will penetrate into the stew and the texture will be juicy. It is deeply loved by Northeastern people.

It's just a little troublesome to make, as it requires peeling and slicing. But three generations of the Zhu family loved this one, so Wang Juan didn't care about the trouble.

As for drying vegetables, it must be done after the beginning of autumn, when the autumn weather is clear and crisp. Otherwise, before the beginning of autumn, the weather is sultry and the ripe potatoes will grow hairy as soon as they are exposed to the sun.

No, at the beginning of autumn today, Wang Juan got up early to harvest, peel and slice the potatoes. She was busy drying the potatoes until Zhu Dashan came back. I thought I could dry a batch in two days while the weather was sunny.

But the black tiger squeezed into the space between the horse stool and the wall, and its fat body knocked over the horse stool, and then overturned the dustpan containing dried potatoes.

At this time, the potato stems were not completely dry, and when they fell to the ground, the wet soil rolled in. The golden potato stems were immediately covered with soil.

The thin slices of cooked potatoes are stained with soil and cannot be washed, and they break into pieces when washed.

Seeing the chickens and dogs jumping all over the yard, Wang Juan shouted at the top of her lungs: "Don't chase it away! Don't chase it away..."

Wang Juan lengthened her voice and roared loudly, calling Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang's ancestors and grandson.

The two men turned around and looked at Wang Juan, only to see Wang Juan sitting at the door, grinning and crying.

This is just out of anger!

In the past few days, Wang Juan was in a bad mood because black men had entered the rice field at home and harmed the food. Today, Zhu Dashan went to Zhao Jun's house to borrow a hunting dog, which gave Wang Juan a glimmer of hope.

But the scene she saw before her eyes really made her unable to calm down.

What is this!

The potatoes that had been worked so hard all morning were gone, the old hens that laid eggs at home were gone, and several chickens that were waiting to be raised until winter and sold when the snow fell also died.

Seeing Wang Juan crying, Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang looked at the mess in the courtyard and wanted to cry without tears. They also hated Black Tiger to death.

The two men began to look for chickens and clean up the yard, but no matter what they were doing, they were doing it with one hand, holding a weapon in the other hand, keeping an eye on the black tiger, just waiting for it to relax its vigilance, and then go over and give it a shot.

But the black tiger is so clever. It keeps wandering around in the yard, always staying far away from the grandfather and grandson.

"Hey, Master!" Suddenly, Zhu Jiang held a shovel in one hand and greeted Zhu Dashan with the other, saying, "Come and take a look!"

When Zhu Dashan arrived at Zhu Jiang's side, he saw Zhu Jiang pointing at the black tiger and asked him: "Master, look at that dog, is one of its legs lame?"

"Oops! That's not what happened!" Zhu Dashan then discovered that one of Black Tiger's legs couldn't quite touch the ground and was walking with a limp.

Zhu Dashan walked quickly towards Black Tiger, but Black Tiger saw him coming and trotted in the opposite direction.

"Don't run, I won't beat you." Zhu Dashan shouted to Heihu, but as soon as he shouted, Heihu ran faster.

"It's broken!" Zhu Dashan turned around, shook his head at Zhu Jiang and said, "I probably ran away and hit him. Now we're in trouble. The dog we borrowed from someone was injured. How are we going to explain it to them now?"

This old man has a bad character. He has a bad character. Speak horizontally and return to speak horizontally. But he is very particular about how he behaves and does things, and he is very trustworthy and always says what he says.

Seeing that Black Tiger was injured at this time, he was a little overwhelmed and felt sorry for Zhao Jun.

"It doesn't look like it's a big problem." Zhu Jiang came to Zhu Dashan's side, reached for the shovel in Zhu Dajiang's hand, and said, "The dog's legs are not bleeding, and it is not barking, so it should be fine."

Hearing what Zhu Jiang said, Zhu Dashan reacted and said with a smile: "Yes, it hurts, so why shouldn't it scream? It's probably a bruise, just take it slow and it'll be fine."

After saying this, the two men breathed a sigh of relief and turned from anger to laughter. When they turned around, they saw that Wang Juan had wiped away her tears and was squatting on the ground picking up dried potatoes.

The potatoes she had been busy drying all morning were now covered in soil, and many of them were broken.

When Wang Juan picked up these dried potatoes, it was like picking up her broken heart piece by piece.

"Oh my god, don't pick it up." Zhu Jiang came closer and advised, "You can't take this anymore, you can feed it to the chickens."

Wang Juan was angry and vented her anger: "Get aside!"

"Juan." At this time, Zhu Dashan also came over and persuaded: "Go back to the house and rest for a while, let Zhu Jiang clean up."

Even if it were Zhu Aiguo who said this, Wang Juan would have to give him a slap in the face. But Zhu Dashan was the father-in-law and the elder. Wang Juan could only sigh, get up and walk into the house.

Seeing Wang Juan leaving, Zhu Dashan winked at Zhu Jiang and told him to pack up quickly.

Zhu Jiang pointed at the black tiger and asked, "Master, how do you control that dog? Just let it go like this?"

"If you don't let it go, you won't be able to catch up with it." Zhu Dashan retorted, turned around and went back to the house.

In the evening, when Zhu Aiguo came back from get off work at the forest farm, he first saw the black tiger lying in his yard.

"Hey, where did the dog come from? Tsk tsk..." Zhu Aiguo made a sound to attract the black tiger, and saw the black tiger running towards him with his body lowered, shaking his head and wagging his tail.

Zhu Aiguo rubbed Heihu's big head lovingly before walking into the room.

When he entered the house, he saw a large pot with the lid open and cooking dumplings. Zhu Aiguo smiled and said to Wang Juan, "Want to eat dumplings?"

"You asked after you saw it!" Wang Juan replied angrily.

Zhu Aiguo shrank his neck and hurriedly walked into the house. His house has three and a half rooms. Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang's grandparents live in the east room, and they live in the west room.

Zhu Aiguo came directly to the east room. When he saw Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang staying on the kang, he pointed to the outer room and asked in a low voice: "What the hell happened to the child?"

"It's okay." Zhu Dashan slid over the question that was difficult to answer, and then said to Zhu Aiguo: "I borrowed a dog, are you looking at it?"

"I saw it." When Zhu Dashan mentioned the black tiger, Zhu Aiguo smiled and said, "I saw it. Look, that dog is very energetic."

"Yeah." Zhu Jiang said emotionally from the side, "I feel energetic."

Zhu Dashan rolled his eyes at Zhu Jiang, borrowing the black tiger was the worst decision in his life, which made the old man a little embarrassed at home.

But when he thought about the spirit of the black tiger, the old man had new ideas about tonight's hunting, and said to Zhu Dashan: "This is the dog borrowed from Zhao Jun's family. How many black blind men did that kid do last winter? It’s all thanks to this dog.”

Zhao Jun didn't say this. It was entirely the old man's own preconceptions and subjective assumptions.

"Yes!" Zhu Aiguo responded casually, turning his head and looking out the window.

"Stop looking!" Zhu Dashan pulled Zhu Aiguo and said to him: "After dinner later, you go to Chen Dalai's house and borrow his gun."

For more than ten years, every village has held target shooting training every year. Zhu Dashan, Zhu Aiguo, and Zhu Jiang's three generations of ancestors and grandsons can shoot. However, before, they only shot dead targets and never shot live animals.

"Sure!" Zhu Aiguo agreed without even thinking about it. In the first few years, when the militiamen were shooting at targets, he was quite accurate.

"Isn't one gun enough?" At this time, Zhu Jiang answered from the side and said to Zhu Aiguo: "Dad, whoever has a gun still has one, and you can borrow another one."

"That's right." Zhu Dashan agreed: "The grandson is right, two trees are safe."

Zhu Aiguo thought for a while and said to Zhu Dashan: "Hey, Dad, doesn't Zhao Jun's family have a gun?"

"I won't borrow it from him." Zhu Dashan said, "I'll let him borrow the dog in the morning and borrow the gun in the evening. This... isn't good."

In fact, the old man didn't go to Zhao Jun's house to borrow a gun. He thought that the lame leg of the black tiger was hit by their ancestors and grandsons when they were chasing him, so he was a little embarrassed to see Zhao Jun.

Zhu Aiguo suddenly remembered a person and immediately smiled: "I remembered it. At the beginning of spring, I went to 28 Lengchang to repair their circuits and saw Zhang Yuanmin..."

Before Zhu Aiguo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Jiang. He looked at Zhu Aiguo curiously and asked, "Who is Zhang Yuanmin?"

Zhu Dashan stretched out his hand and pulled Zhu Jiang, motioning him not to interrupt, but also explained: "It's just a big crotch."

"Ah!" Zhu Jiang didn't react when he mentioned Zhang Yuanmin. But when he mentioned the big crotch, he suddenly realized.

Zhu Aiguo continued: "I saw that he had a gun on his back and was putting it on the hillside to unload the holster. His house..." At this point, Zhu Aiguo looked at Zhu Dashan and said, "Why don't you go, dad?"

Zhang Yuanmin also has a strange personality. He can show his heart to the people he values. He doesn't want anyone who doesn't like him, even if they give him 80,000 loads.

Just like Zhao Jinshan, even though he was the son of the village chief, Zhang Yuanmin ignored him.

As for Zhu Aiguo, he didn't have much contact with Zhang Yuanmin. If he came to borrow a gun, Zhang Yuanmin might not lend it to him. But Zhu Dashan was different. When Zhang Yuanmin's father was alive, he had some friendship with him.

"OK!"

As soon as Zhu Dashan responded, he heard Wang Juan shouting from the outer room: "It's time to eat. Don't you want to eat the boiled dumplings?"

Zhu Dashan heard the sound and hurriedly said to Zhu Aiguo and Zhu Jiang: "Go quickly, go quickly, otherwise, you two will suffer a lot."

Without Zhu Dashan's reminder, the father and son had already left the room and headed towards the west room.

When Zhu Dashan came to the west room, he heard Wang Juan scolding Zhu Aiguo, saying: "One day, I acted like a hands-off shopkeeper. When I came back, I couldn't even put a table on it."

Zhu Aiguo said nothing, just distributed bowls and chopsticks around the kang table.

When Zhu Dashan saw this, he wanted to help his son out of the siege. Second, he really had something serious to do, so he said to Wang Juan, "Juan."

"Hey, Dad." Wang Juan always had a good attitude towards Zhu Dashan. When Zhu Dashan called her, she hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

"That..." Zhu Dashan took the chopsticks handed over by Zhu Aiguo and said to Wang Juan: "Dumpling soup..."

"Ah, Dad, I'll serve it for you in a moment." Wang Juan thought the old man wanted dumpling soup. After all, there was a method of making soup into original food, but you still had to eat two mouthfuls of dumplings before drinking the soup.

"No." Upon hearing this, Zhu Dashan hurriedly stopped Wang Juan and said, "While the dumpling soup is still hot, boil some corn noodles for the three dogs."

Zhu Dashan was also economical. He had to burn firewood to boil the corn noodles. If you use the soup from which the dumplings have just been cooked to scald the corn noodles, you won't have to boil any more water. In this way, it can also reduce Wang Juan's workload.

But as soon as Zhu Dashan finished speaking, Wang Juan's face darkened, and she said angrily: "Should I give them food? What kind of disaster have those dead dogs caused to our family? Little chicken, four of them are dead, and there is nothing." one……"

"Ah?" Zhu Aiguo didn't expect that such a big thing would happen at home when he was not at home all day, so he hurriedly asked: "How did it happen?"

As Zhu Aiguo spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Zhu Dashan, but Zhu Dashan did not look at him and only said to Wang Juan: "Then you have to give them some food. The two dogs in the barn haven't eaten all day. You have to feed them well before you can help us fight the black blind man at night."

At this point, Zhu Dashan saw that his daughter-in-law's face was still not good, so he said conveniently: "Aiguo and I will go out to borrow two guns later. We will go to the field at night to shoot the black blind man. We will pick the gall bladders and sell them for money." It’s enough to give my eldest grandson a wife.”

As soon as Zhu Dashan said this, Wang Juan was startled, then her eyes lit up, her face immediately changed, and she said with a smile: "Okay, Dad, I will listen to you!"

After Wang Juan finished speaking, she turned around and left. Seeing Wang Juan go to the outhouse, Zhu Aiguo and Zhu Jiangqi gave Zhu Dashan a thumbs up.

The old man laughed, picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks, and stuffed it directly into his mouth without dipping it in soy sauce or vinegar.

That night, it was past ten o'clock.

The three generations of the Zhu family were neatly dressed. Zhu Dashan and Zhu Aiguo carried guns on their backs, and Zhu Jiang carried an invasion knife and an axe.

When the three of them were about to go out, Wang Juan stopped Zhu Dashan and solemnly handed the small cloth bag she had just sewn into Zhu Dashan's hands.

Zhu Dashan suddenly remembered that he had heard Zhao Jun's grandfather say that bear bile must be packed in a small white cloth bag. This allowed Wang Juan to work overnight and finish the work before departure.

"Let's go!" Zhu Dashan gave the order and left the house first.

Wang Juan grabbed Zhu Jiang, looked at Zhu Aiguo and said, "You three, be careful."

"Don't worry!" Zhu Aiguo said with a smile: "There are two guns, what are you afraid of." With that, he also walked out of the door.

Just like that, the grandfather and grandson led the three dogs and walked out of the courtyard gate and headed south.

Zhu Aiguo held Black Tiger in hand, feeling a little sad. After dinner, in order to tie up the black tiger with a rope, the three of them had to waste all their efforts. Food could not seduce him, nor could he talk or negotiate.

Finally, there was another chase, until half of the family's vegetable garden was hit, and then Heihu was held down and tied up with a rope.

Miraculously, the moment he was pinned to the ground, Black Tiger became very obedient and kept trying to use his tongue to lick Zhu Aiguo's hand that was tying the rope around his neck.

Twenty minutes later, three people and three dogs came to the southern land. There was a piece of land owned by his family here, but further south, near the mountain farm, there was another piece of land that also belonged to their family.

The land at Kaoshanchang was developed with great effort by Zhu Aiguo and Wang Juan. Just because it was too close to the mountain farm, the black blind man ran there as soon as he got off the mountain.

The three of them continued walking, looking forward to walking another 180 meters before reaching their destination.

Suddenly, the fat man being held by Zhu Jiang raised his neck, pointed forward, opened his mouth and shouted.

In the quiet night, the sudden barking of dogs was particularly loud.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a loud crashing sound in the corn field. This was the sound of a large beast crossing the corn field, hanging on the corn stalks and scraping the corn leaves!

"Release the dogs!" Zhu Dashan gave the order, and the three generations of ancestors and grandchildren all pulled off the horse buckles and pulled the ropes tied around the necks of the three dogs.

The moment they were no longer restrained by the rope, the big fat man stopped screaming, and the third fat man never made a sound.

Only the black tiger stood in front of the three people of the Zhu family, raised his head towards the corn field, and howled like a lone wolf howling at the moon.

The eyes of the three people in the Zhu family all brightened up, and they all exclaimed in unison: "What a dog!"

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