The whole mountain is my hunting ground

In ancient times, Guan Yu used wine to kill Hua Xiong, but now Zhao Jun kills the black bear.

Faced with Xing San's surprise, Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Let's go by car, it's fast to go back and forth."

Zhao Jun's words were modest, and the two old men knew it well. At this time, Jie Chen came in carrying a sack, put it next to the wooden frame, and said to Xing San: "Third uncle, let's beat the black blind man, and my military brother will cut off your thigh."

"No, no!" Hearing this, Xing San waved his hands and said, "It's just me, how much can I eat? Even if the meat goes bad, I won't be able to finish it."

"It's okay." Zhao Jun said to Xing San: "I brought you that big grain of salt last time, don't you still have some? You can marinate the meat in the whole small vat."

There are very few people in the Northeast who smoke bacon, but some people will salt it, that is, cut the meat into large pieces and put a layer of large grains of salt and a layer of meat in a vat so that it can be stored for the next year.

"Oh." Xing San sighed and said, "Okay, I'll marinate it in a while."

"You old lantern." At this time, Feng Jingui scolded Xing San and said, "The kid brought it to you, why are you talking so much?"

"Do you know anything about Liu'er?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Junlai stood next to Xing San, took out the bear bile from his pocket, and said to him: "Third uncle, please move the big spoon aside first and put the small pot on the stove. Dip it in bear bile first.”

"Ouch! This bear is quite timid!" Xing San exclaimed, then hurriedly rubbed his hands on his clothes, then took the cloth bag held in Zhao Jun's hand, and immediately frowned and said: "This one What happened?"

"Vest." Zhao Jun said with a smile, "I forgot my pocket."

After saying that, Zhao Jun also took off the gun from his shoulder and hung it back to its original position.

Everyone sat down on the Kang, and Xing San made a small aluminum pot boil water. Zhao Jun asked Feng Jingui, "Uncle Feng, is there a lot of work in your field?"

"Not much, not much work." Feng Jingui shook his head and said, "No matter what you plant in the mountains, the harvest will not be good."

Zhao Jun nodded slightly when he heard this, and then asked: "Then what do you do before winter?"

"Is it winter?" Feng Jingui said, "There are a lot of people running down the mountain and setting out traps and traps. I'm waiting for the snow to fall, and then I'll put on a trap for that sand-and-half chicken. When it's time to trap it, I'll sell it on the market. Two mothers and two pairs are fifty cents.”

"Ah!" Zhao Jun and Jie Zhong looked at each other, Jian Zhong looked confused. Zhao Jun gestured towards Jie Zhong, and then said to Feng Jingui: "Uncle Feng, my eldest brother, in our area this winter I hired two Lin classes."

After saying that, Zhao Jun raised his hand and pointed to the door of the shack and said, "Just climb over the mountain."

"Oops!" After listening to Zhao Jun's words, Feng Jingui looked at Xie Zhong with wide eyes and exclaimed: "My eldest nephew can do it, how about Bao Liang Lin Ban?"

Jie Chen smiled and said: "Xiao Lin class."

Feng Jingui didn't know how Lin Ban differentiated between big and small. He just thought that Xie Zhong was pretending to be humble, so he nodded and said: "You young people are really good. Uncle, I am old."

Zhao Jun heard what the old man said about getting on the wheel, and quickly stopped him: "Uncle, this is the first year my eldest brother has packaged wood, and he hasn't found all the tenants under him yet. Look at your village, if you have that If you have livestock at home and nothing happens in the winter, you can help to set them up."

"That's good!" Feng Jingui's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "My eldest uncle's family has horses. I'll ask you about it later in the village."

"Uncle, thank you very much!" Xie Zhong hurriedly thanked Feng Jingui, but Zhao Jun continued: "Uncle Feng, this matter is very urgent. You can help me in these two days. Let's get over it. In three or four days, brother Jiechen, I will drive to your house to see how many people can come."

After hearing what Zhao Jun said, Feng Jingui hurriedly agreed again, then took the cigarette from Xie Zhong, lit it and took a long puff.

At this time, there was an obvious look of exhaustion on the old man's face. He is already sixty, and he has been running around in the mountains for several days. How can he not be tired?

"Uncle!" Zhao Jun thought for a while and said to Feng Jingui: "My elder brother and the others are still short of a kang burner. I see that you are so handy, can you go over and help?"

When they arrived, Zhao Jun and Xie Zhong discussed asking Xing San to help. But I didn't expect that such an old man would appear halfway.

In fact, Zhao Jun has a better relationship with Xing San, and he trusts Xing San more. But Xing San only had a good relationship with him, and his temper was too hot. Back then, the old man took out his knife to kill Tao Ersheng and Tao Sansheng because of the roe deer. There are so many people in Jie Zhong's camp. If anyone offends him, what will happen if Xing San strikes again?

So, Zhao Jun thought about it and asked Feng Jingui. It would be better if he went.

"Yes, uncle." Although Xie Zhong didn't know why Zhao Jun changed his mind, now that Zhao Jun had spoken, he continued: "If you want to come, I will provide you with food. After one month, I will still I’ll give you fifteen dollars.”

For Wang Meilan, these fifteen yuan couldn't even buy twenty ham sausages.

But for Feng Jingui, fifteen yuan was a lot. And it's not like Jie Zhong didn't know anything. He had inquired about it when he came, so the salary for Lao Yangtou for burning the kang was fifteen yuan.

Lao Yangtou was also a chef, cooking three meals a day, and Xie Zhong gave him fifteen more meals.

Hearing this, Feng Jingui waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Eldest nephew, it's not about money. I'm the only one taking charge of the family now. I can't leave."

This matter cannot be forced. After hearing Feng Jingui's refusal, Zhao Jun turned his head to Xing San, who was preparing to dip his hands in bear bile under the kang, and said with a smile: "Third uncle!"

Seeing Xing San looking at him, Zhao Jun continued: "Why don't you go to my brother Jie's place to help?"

"Me?" Xing San just dipped the bear bile into the hot water. Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Xing San couldn't help but be startled.

"Yeah." Zhao Jun said to Xing San: "Third uncle, his farm is not far from the mountain farm where you set up the trap. You can make a kang for the whole morning and night. What do you want to do in the meantime? Just do whatever you want.”

There was no one available, so Xie Zhong stopped picking and immediately echoed: "Third uncle, come on! Come on, let's see what I do to you."

"This..." Xing San was a little hesitant when he heard this, but his hesitation was not whether to go, but how to refuse without hurting Zhao Jun's face.

Just when Xing San was about to refuse, Zhao Jun came to his side and whispered in Xing San's ear: "Third uncle, you go. If you go, you will have a small shack by yourself, and there will be people cooking for you. How great is that?"

"That's true..." Xing Sanyi couldn't help but hesitate a little after hearing this. He was getting older and it was difficult to eat alone. It would be good if he went to Lengchang and could eat ready-made food.

Seeing that Xing San was hesitant, Zhao Jun hurriedly hit the track while the iron was hot: "He is in Lengchang, and I am the one who checks his feet. If you go, we can still meet each other."

Hearing what Zhao Jun said, Xing San couldn't help but be even more moved. At this time, Zhao Jun directly showed his trump card and said: "You don't want to tell me, do you want to think about a longevity material?"

As he said that, Zhao Jun pointed his chin outward and said: "You have entered his Lengchang, and you have chosen the one you like. You can choose it yourself!"

At this point, Zhao Jun smiled, and then continued: "Your nephew is still the one who is checking the measurements. I will make clear arrangements for you. When it is over, let Xie Chen put the cart and pull the wood to the forest farm. When it is over, he will not go to the production workshop. It will be cut out for you in a moment!"

"That's right!"

He is still anxious!

Jie Zhong didn't know what Zhao Jun said to Xing San, so he just smiled and said: "Third uncle, don't worry, we will pick you up in two days."

"What else are you going to do?"

He even urged me!

Urged by Xing Sanyi, Jie Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "Third uncle, don't worry, there's nothing in the lengchang. I have to go home and grab something. Who cares about the dozens of people eating, pot?" You must have bowls, pans and everything!”

"That's right!" At this time, Zhao Jun patted Ji Zhong and said to him: "Brother, if you need fodder or something in your farm, ask Uncle Feng to set up their farm for you. When you're done, just give him the money." Come on."

"That's okay!" Upon hearing this, Xie Zhong turned to look at Feng Jingui and asked, "Uncle Feng, look at this..."

In Lengchang, the forage that tenants feed their livestock is provided by the boss. Although this thing is not valuable, if you don't have time to herd the animals, you have to haul fodder.

"What's the big deal!" Feng Jingui shook his head and said, "You don't have all the stuff, do you? Why don't you pay for it?"

"That's not possible!" As soon as Feng Jingui finished speaking, Xie Zhong's face was straight and he said directly: "Uncle, if you don't want money, I don't need you to do it for me. That's not a matter of one or two days. Two Xiaolin classes can't afford fifty condoms? How many animals will it take to feed them?"

"Ah..." After hearing what Xie Zhong said, Feng Jingui thought for a while and then said: "The fodder is fine, money and so on... I will wait until you come."

"OK!"

At this time, Xing San had already dipped the bear bile in it and hung it on the corner. Then he turned to Zhao Jun and said, "Zhao Jun, before you leave, please give the bear bile a hand."

Zhao Jun nodded with a smile and said to Xing San: "Third uncle, you still have some of this bear bile."

Xing Sanyi was startled, then glanced at the gun hanging on the wall, and said with a smile: "Okay, if I sell my share of the money, you can keep it for me."

Zhao Jun didn't say anything else to Xing San even when others were around, while Xing San continued to stew the fish. When the pot boiled again, Xing San opened the lid, put a cornmeal pancake on the lid, and then added vermicelli to the fish.

…

After eating and drinking, and resting for a while, Zhao Jun, Xie Zhong, Jie Chen, Feng Jinguicai and Xing San said goodbye. Zhao Jun carried the bear gallbladder and Feng Jingui carried the shotgun. When the four of them were about to leave the shack, Xing San said to them, "I won't send you off."

"Don't give it away!" Feng Jingui waved his hand and said, "Just leave it alone."

Then, Old Feng came out of the cellar first.

"Zhao Jun!" When Zhao Jun was about to leave, Xing San suddenly called him. Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun said to Jie Zhong: "Brother, please go down slowly first. I will chase you out later."

"Hey!" Xie Zhong responded, and then waved to Xing San: "Third uncle, wait for me to pick you up in two days."

Xing Sanyi waved his hand, and when the brothers went out, he hurriedly signaled to Zhao Jun to close the door.

"Zhao Jun, come!" Seeing that everyone was gone, Xing San hurriedly called Zhao Jun to come in front of his wooden shelf, pointed to the top and leftmost sack, and said to Zhao Jun: "Get it down."

"What is this?" Zhao Jun muttered, standing on tiptoe and reaching for the sack with both hands. At this time, Xing San warned: "Slow down!"

This sack was not heavy, but it had not been moved on the shelf for who knows how long. Zhao Jun pulled it down and was greeted by a puff of dust.

Zhao Jun turned aside, then held the sack in both hands, carefully placed it between himself and Xing San, and then asked Xing San: "Third uncle, what are you doing?"

Xing San smiled and said, "If you open it and take a look, won't you know?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun unscrewed the wire tied to the mouth of the sack, opened the sack and looked inside.

Zhao Jun was stunned and frowned: "What the hell is this?"

When he didn't get a reply from Xing San, Zhao Jun opened the mouth of the bag and took a look with the light coming from the plastic sheet. He turned to Xing San and said, "Roe deer skin?"

Xing San smiled and waved to Zhao Jun, saying: "Take it out."

It's nothing, it's wrapped in Xing Sanshi's roe deer skin, with hemp rope wrapped around it.

There was a rope buckle on it, so Zhao Jun reached out and took it out of the sack. Xing San hurriedly reached out and held the bundle wrapped by the roe deer in his arms.

The old man quickly walked to the edge of the kang and placed the bundle on the table.

When Zhao Jun came over, Xing San opened the roe deer skin, revealing several red cloth bags wrapped inside.

There was a square one among them, and it should be money wrapped inside.

But Xing San just picked it up and put it on the edge of the kang. At this time, there were two red cloth bags on the roe deer skin. Xing San opened one of them, and what appeared in front of Zhao Jun were two pieces of bear bile.

Xing San smiled at Zhao Jun and said: "Your uncle, I have been beating three black and blind men in my life, and one of them is still fighting with you."

Hearing what Xing San said, Zhao Jun suddenly became happy. If it wasn't a coincidence that he went there that day, Xing San would probably have been beaten by the black blind man.

Xing San wrapped the bear gallbladder, handed it to Zhao Jun and said, "Boy, you can take care of this."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun was startled, then saw Xing San lift the bear bile he was holding and said, "I still have to go to their farm. Can this thing be left here?"

"That's right!" Zhao Jun reached out and took it, promising Xing San: "Then I'll keep it for you first."

Xing San didn't say anything, turned back and carefully opened another red cloth bag.

The object wrapped in this red cloth bag is much larger than the previous two. It seems to contain something similar to a jar.

For a while, Zhao Jun was still thinking, can't this old man hide antiques in his hands?

But then I thought about it, what could there be in this remote place? It is said that my grandfather's family only had two hat tubes passed down from the Qing Dynasty. Think about it, this old man can't have any treasure in his hands.

But when the red cloth bag was opened, Zhao Jun squinted his eyes and saw that it was indeed a jar, and it was wrapped in plastic sheeting. And there was some white powder between the jar and the plastic sheet.

Xing San took a pair of labor protection gloves and carefully opened the plastic sheet. His actions were more like those treasure appraisal experts Zhao Jun saw on TV in his previous life.

It's just that his gloves are pretty good.

When Xing San removed the plastic sheet, Zhao Jun saw clearly that it was not a yellow jar, but butter paper wrapped around a jar.

At this time, Xing San opened the butter paper again, revealing a brand new jar!

Since it is brand new, it is not an antique!

Zhao Jun's family has many such sauce-yellow jars, and they are even larger than this.

Regardless of whether you are a city dweller or a rural dweller, this is what you use to pickle pickles these days. Of course, there are also those who use cylinders.

Zhao Jun tilted his head and glanced at Xing San, thinking that this old man was reluctant to use this new thing, and now he wanted to pass it on to him?

But Xing San took off his labor protection gloves, threw them aside, opened the lid of the jar, then slowly reached into the jar, and carefully took out a red cloth bag.

His actions once again aroused Zhao Jun's curiosity. What is hidden in this jar? It is more precious than money and bear bile.

Suddenly, Zhao Jun saw the white powder on the plastic sheet. Zhao Jun stepped forward, pinched the starting point with his fingers and rubbed it, and recognized that it was made from crushed quicklime.

At this time, Zhao Jun suddenly realized. When he turned to look at Xing San, he saw Xing San smiling at him and asking: "Man, do you know what is here?"

Zhao Jun nodded with a smile and said: "Bangchui!"

Oh my god, why is it now? I am busy writing the outline, and now the outline is written after Zhao Jun gets married.

Brothers, let’s rest first. When I wake up, I’ll code two more chapters.