The whole mountain is my hunting ground

When Zhao Jun sent Song Tiemin out of the shack, he saw Lao Yangtou guarding the door, and two or three meters away, Lin Musen and Xu Shengli stood.

"Technician Zhao!" Seeing Zhao Jun coming out, Lin Musen and Xu Shengli hurriedly greeted him.

Zhao Jun looked at the two of them, smiled slightly, and said, "What? You also want to treat me to dinner?"

As soon as Zhao Jun said this, the smiles on Lin Musen and Xu Shengli's faces froze, looking slightly embarrassed.

Xu Shengli was old and had experienced a lot. The embarrassment on his face turned into a smile and said to Zhao Jun: "Technician Zhao, I, Old Xu, have to tell you something. Today, we really have nothing to prepare, but we We have already sent people down the mountain to buy things. Tomorrow..."

Speaking of this, Xu Shengli pulled Lin Musen beside him. Lin Musen reacted and nodded hurriedly at Zhao Jun, saying: "Yes, yes, we will treat you and Technician Zhang to a nice meal tomorrow."

It stands to reason that on the first day the inspector comes to work, he must be entertained with good wine and delicious food.

But Lin Musen and Xu Shengli have already entertained four inspectors in the past half month. Especially Chen Xingwang and Qiao Zhenghua, they didn't even get along for three days before they left in despair.

Therefore, Lin Musen and Xu Shengli discussed it together, and they probably wouldn't be able to serve as inspectors for long, so they didn't hire them.

But today, when Zhao Jun came, his aura was in full swing, which made Zhao Qingqing speechless. It also shocked Lin Musen and Xu Shengli.

So, after coming out of the shack, the two of them waited outside the shack, wanting to explain to Zhao Jun.

"Okay." Zhao Jun smiled and waved his hand, seeming to say magnanimously: "I understand, let's go eat."

That’s what I said!

Lin Musen and Xu Shengli looked at each other. Lin Musen hurriedly turned to Zhao Jun and said, "Technician Zhao, although we are not too prepared today, we have brought you food. Ask Technician Zhang to come out and have a bite at our place."

"No need to bother." Zhao Jun said calmly: "Brother Feng and I will stay in Uncle Yang's shack. My uncle wants to cook, so the two of us will take a bite."

"Technician Zhao." Lin Musen heard this and smiled bitterly: "I will go back to my shack immediately and bring you some food."

"I'll give it to you too." Xu Shengli didn't dare to miss it and said hurriedly: "Today we have potato stewed eggplant and sorghum rice for lunch, I will bring it to you right now."

Zhao Jun nodded, then turned to Old Yang and said, "Uncle, you don't have to cook for lunch."

Old Yangtou laughed and said, "Then I'll lend you all."

Zhao Jun smiled and helped the old man into the shack. Seeing this, the two bosses hurriedly ran to their own boss shacks to serve Zhao Jun food and rice.

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng had a bite to eat in Lao Yangtou's shack. After eating, they hurried to the Lengdang yard without even taking a nap.

Chen Xingwang and Qiao Zhenghua didn't check the ruler yesterday, and this morning, a lot of wood accumulated on the pile.

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng arrived at the Leng stockyard and started working until they got off work at five o'clock in the evening. All the workers who had returned to Leng had withdrawn, and they were not finished yet. But at this time, they were all so tired that their backs and legs ached.

"I can't do it anymore!" Zhang Xuefeng stood with his legs spread apart, straightened his neck and leaned back, then put his right hand behind his back, clenched his fist and beat his waist, muttering: "I can't even straighten my waist."

The same was true for Zhao Jun. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Jun said to Zhang Xuefeng: "Let's go, Brother Feng, let's go back."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuefeng pinched his waist with both hands, looked around, and said, "Then what are we going to do with the remaining pieces of wood that have not been inspected?"

"Tomorrow we will get up early and finish the work in two hours." Zhao Jun pinned the pen on the account book, then gathered the ruler and hammer together, put them under his armpits, and said to Zhang Xuefeng: "Go back now , lie down straight on the kang!"

"Let's go!" Zhang Xuefeng fully agreed with Zhao Jun's words. He took the account book and tools and staggered towards the gate of Lengchang with Zhao Jun.

Entering Lao Yangtou's shack, the two of them greeted Lao Yangtou who was sitting at the kang table making dumplings, then threw the tools into the kang and both lay down on the kang.

The kang was very hot due to Old Yang's head. As soon as the two of them lay down on the kang, they felt a burst of heat on their backs, which made Zhang Xuefeng couldn't help but groan.

In the year since Zhao Jun was reborn, he often went hunting in the mountains, and his physical fitness was much better than Zhang Xuefeng's. At this time, he still had the strength to raise his head, looked at the old Yangtou making dumplings, and said, "Uncle, we won't get up to help you."

"Hahaha..." Old Yangtou laughed and said, "Lie down, kid, uncle will make dumplings for you two."

"Dumplings?" Only then did Zhang Xuefeng react, licked his lips, and then asked Old Yang, "Uncle, what are the fillings for the dumplings?"

"Melon and egg." The old man took the newly made dumplings and held them up to show Zhang Xuefeng.

After he put the dumplings down, Old Yangtou said to Zhao Jun: "The melons were given by Lin Musen, and the eggs were sent by Song Tiemin in the afternoon."

As he said that, the old man stirred the stuffing with a flat spoon and said with a smile: "Bring me six eggs, I'll beat four of them, and the remaining two will be cooked for you to eat tomorrow morning."

"No need." Zhao Jun said: "Uncle, cook and eat those two eggs. The two bosses will treat us to dinner tomorrow. My brothers are not short of oil and water."

"Yes, uncle!" Zhang Xuefeng also said: "Uncle, you can keep it for yourself. This will cause us two brothers a lot of trouble."

Hearing what Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng said, Old Yangtou smiled happily, but he didn't say anything and just put down the dumplings in his hands. Then he got up and got off the kang, and opened the wooden box under the window.

Old Yang opened the old clothes on top of the box and took out a small jar from below. Return to the kang table, place the small jar on the edge of the kang, then go to the shelf next to it and take down two small bowls.

When he returned to the kang, Old Yang opened the hemp rope that tied the mouth of the jar, opened the oil paper covering the mouth, and poured a bowl of Xin's wine into each small bowl.

The wine was very turbid, as if there was something in it.

"Come on, kids!" Lao Yang called to Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng, who were lying on the kang, as tired as dead dogs, and said, "Have a drink of wine to relieve your fatigue."

"Wine..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuefeng struggled to get up from the kang, but when he lifted himself up, he lay down on the kang again.

Zhang Xuefeng snorted and said, "Uncle, I can't get up."

Zhao Jun stood up, picked up one of the wine bowls, placed it next to Zhang Xuefeng's head, and said, "I'll put it here for you."

"Yeah." Zhang Xuefeng turned sideways and went to get a wine bowl to drink.

At this time, Zhao Jun said to Lao Yangtou: "Uncle, drink the wine in this bowl. I don't know how to drink."

The old man smiled and said to Zhao Jun mysteriously: "Son, drink it. This wine is different from other wines."

"He won't drink it, give it to me!" Upon hearing that this wine was unusual, Zhang Xuefeng suddenly became energetic, stretched out his hand to Old Yang's head, and said: "Uncle, this is a good thing, Zhao Jun is not married, he can't drink it."

"What are you talking about?" The old man chuckled and said, "What are you thinking about? This is not that wine."

"Hehehe..." Suddenly, Zhang Xuefeng groaned, turned over, and lay down flat again, with a smile on his face.

This scene made Zhao Jun stupid.

Just as Zhao Jun was about to speak, he heard Zhang Xuefeng say: "Comfortable, comfortable! Feel comfortable all over!"

His shout made Zhao Jun tremble. His eyes moved towards Old Yang when he was preparing the bowl of wine for himself, and he asked with some fear: "Uncle, what did you put in here?"

Zhao Jun was really scared. The management here was not strict, and many families in the mountain villages grew their own "cigarettes".

However, people in the mountains mostly use it to treat illnesses, such as headaches, brain fever, diarrhea and diarrhea. It is said that curing a dog's intestines to turn over can cure the disease.

Seeing Zhang Xuefeng like this, Zhao Jun was afraid that the wine was spiked and Zhang Xuefeng would be addicted to it, which would cause trouble.

Upon hearing Zhao Jun's question, the old man smiled mysteriously and said to Zhao Jun: "Uncle, there is something good in this wine!"

At this point, the old man said with certainty: "It's a good thing that even money can't buy."

"Yes!" Zhao Jun couldn't help but nodded and said, "It's easy to lose your head when you buy and sell this thing."

"Ah?" Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing, waved his hand to Zhao Jun, and said, "What are you talking about, kid? Can your uncle give you a drink of that stuff?"

At this moment, Zhang Xuefeng, who was lying down, suddenly sat up from the kang. He stretched his arms outward and moved his chest, and then looked at Old Yangtou with eyes full of longing.

"Uncle!" Zhang Xuefeng also asked, "What did you put in this wine? I'm as tired as a son of a bitch this day. After drinking your wine, I feel so relaxed."

Zhao Jun glanced at Zhang Xuefeng in surprise, and then turned his attention to Lao Yangtou.

Old Yangtou smiled faintly, picked up the wine jar with one hand, picked up the bowl with wine in the other hand, and handed it to Zhao Jun's hand.

Then the old man went under the window, put the wine jar back into the box, and covered it with clothes.

When he returned to the kang, he sat sideways on the edge of the kang, looked at Zhao Jun, and asked with a smile: "My child, they say you are a good hunter. You have caught the big paw and beaten the pig god. Then the uncle asked you , have you ever beaten a hanging sheep?"

"What?"

"What!"

The two of them were confused, one was confused and the other was shocked.

Zhang Xuefeng wondered what this hanging sheep was, but Zhao Jun was extremely shocked.

For two lifetimes, he had heard the name of this animal but had never seen it.

In the previous life, when he was a child, his mother told him stories, including the story of the hanging sheep. And this story was heard by his grandma from his father. Because, that old man had beaten a hanging sheep before!

Later, Zhao Jun went hunting in the mountains and was very curious about this mysterious animal, and even visited several old hunters.

Those old people had seen hanging sheep, and some had never seen them before. But Zhao Jun had never seen this mysterious animal until he was reborn.

But later, he checked the Internet on his mobile phone and found out that there was a kind of hanging sheep in the border areas. However, Zhao Jun recalled the stories told by the old people and found that the hanging sheep in the border areas were different from the hanging sheep in Changbai Mountain.

The hanging sheep in Changbai Mountain are even more mysterious.

On the Internet, there are stories about experts spending time and energy looking for hanging sheep, and there are also legends about the old Manchu Khan Nurhachi hunting hanging sheep.

In this life, Zhao Jun and Xu Changlin went into the mountains to hunt lynxes. I once lived in Xing San's cellar. I remember one night when two old men were drinking, Xu Changlin said personally that he had experience hunting hanging sheep.

But the next morning, when Zhao Jun asked Xu Changlin, Xu Changlin insisted that it was just drinking talk, and then kept silent about the hanging sheep.

Now, when he heard Mr. Yang mention hanging sheep again, Zhao Jun looked at the turbid wine in the bowl through the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and couldn't help but think of another legend.

"Uncle!" Zhao Jun looked at Old Yangtou and asked eagerly: "Is this wine soaked in hanging sheep blood?"

Lao Yang nodded and smiled without saying a word.

"Where did it happen?" Zhao Jun asked hurriedly.

The old man raised his chin and said to Zhao Jun: "You drink it, and my uncle will tell you later."

When Zhao Jun heard this, he picked up the bowl and drank all the wine in the bowl.

The wine enters your mouth, flows down your throat, and reaches your stomach, making you feel hot. In an instant, the heat flow split into four strands and went straight to the limbs.

In an instant, Zhao Jun felt warm and comfortable all over his body. Then, I felt a lightness on my shoulders, back, and lower back, and the fatigue from the afternoon's work was instantly wiped away.

Zhao Jun put the bowl aside casually, turned to the old man with a surprised look on his face, and asked: "Uncle, this wine?"

"Isn't it awesome?" Lao Yangtou asked with a smile.

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng nodded in unison.

"Hahaha..." Old Yang pointed to the washbasin in the corner and said with a smile: "Wash your hands and help me make dumplings."

"Why!"

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng responded in unison and hurriedly got off the kang.

The moment their feet landed on the ground, the two looked at each other in surprise. When they came back from outside just now, their legs felt like they were filled with lead.

But now, with the two knees down, there is no trace of heaviness anymore. Instead, they feel light and airy, as if they are not my own legs. When I walk, I feel like I am stepping on the clouds.

After washing his hands, Zhao Jun got on the Kang and sat in it. Zhang Xuefeng sat down on the edge of the Kang, facing Old Yang.

Lao Yang rolled out the dough, while Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng made dumplings.

When these two boys were at home, they were always being served, and they were both clumsy at making dumplings. It was more than enough for Lao Yang to roll out the dough by himself and for the two of them to wrap it.

While making dumplings, Zhao Jun asked Lao Yangtou, "Uncle, I remember you don't hunt, why do you still have hanging sheep blood?"

Old Yang pinched the skin with one hand and rolled the rolling pin with the other. He looked up at Zhao Jun and said, "There is Song Laowai in your village, do you know about it?"

"Song Laowai?" Zhao Jun frowned. He had never seen this old man in Yong'an Tun since his rebirth. But this nickname left an impression on him.

Because Song Lao Wai has a disease, a crooked neck disease. The left side of the face is always close to the left shoulder and head, and cannot be moved away.

Zhao Jun thought for a while and asked Lao Yangtou: "Uncle, is this Song Laowai Song Tiemin's uncle?"

"That's right!" Old Yang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "His old uncle is now under the bluestone, with an old man named Xu. The two of them are on the ground."

"Blue Stone Lizi..." Zhao Jun knew that the place that Old Yang Tougang just mentioned was surrounded by jumping stone ponds, and there were so many bluestones in the jumping stone pond that it was called Blue Stone Lizi.

Old Yangtou said again: "Both old men have their own special skills. That old man Xu specializes in fragrant deer traps, one for each spoon. And that old man Song specializes in catching hanging sheep."

At this point, Lao Yang threw the rolled-out dumpling wrapper in front of Zhang Xuefeng, then raised his free hand, stretched out two fingers to Zhao Jun, and said: "He just beats a hanging sheep all year round, at most Two. He won’t be able to spend the money from selling a hanging sheep in ten years.”

"Really?" Zhang Xuefeng picked up the dumpling wrappers in one hand and a flat spoon in the other. He did not remove the fillings from the dumplings. He just looked at Old Yangtou in surprise and asked, "How much can that thing cost?" ?”

Zhao Jun raised his elbow and lightly slapped Zhang Xuefeng, and then he asked Old Yangtou: "Uncle, I heard from my grandma that my father has chased hanging sheep before, but that thing couldn't catch up at all. And you said that? As long as the thing is as big as a fingernail, it can step on it and jump out. How can it catch that thing?"

While talking, Lao Yangtou had finished rolling out the last dumpling wrapper. He put the stuffing on the dumpling wrapper, then closed the two sides of the wrapper, pressed it with both hands, and then said to Zhao Jun: "Pick up the pole!"

Brothers who are interested can go online to search for hanging sheep in Changbai Mountain.

If you don’t believe what I wrote, please read the introduction of this book. The last sentence is the sentence above the group number.