The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Dapi, that is, sable.

This small animal likes to place its nest in the stone crevices in the stone pond belt at the foot of the mountain. However, they do not have a fixed nest, but will constantly move as the seasons and the amount of food change.

So what Yang Shuqiu just said was big leather nest (wò), not big leather nest (wō). This is like making a fishing nest, which refers to a large mountain farm that can provide food for sables.

Minks are all born hunters. Sables are not as ferocious as yellow-throated martens, and they are used to being solitary, so in this mountain forest, sables mainly feed on small animals such as birds, rabbits, and rats.

Since sables do not hibernate, they have to go out to hunt on their own except in extremely bad weather, and mostly feed on live food.

Other seasons are fine, but winter is the hardest.

When winter comes, migratory birds move away, and the remaining resident birds return to their nests at night and bask in the sun on high branches in the morning. As for mountain rabbits, their activity range is very limited. They mostly live on locust bark in winter.

Sables also have their own range of activities. Every time they go out to hunt, they will move within a radius of more than ten miles around their nests.

It is difficult for the two activity ranges to overlap, so in this mountain, the most common prey captured by sables is mountain mice.

No matter what time of year, mice are always the most numerous species in this mountain forest, and their reproductive capacity is no weaker than that of rabbits.

And many rats will also live in the stone pond zone, as long as there is enough food nearby.

Mountain runners use this information to trace sable tracks, and then place pedal clips along their routes to obtain sable skins.

These days, a first-class mink skin can cost about a thousand yuan, and a second-class mink skin can sell for seven or eight hundred.

A first-class mink skin is equivalent to Zhao Youcai's salary for a year, which is an absolute huge sum of money for people in the mountains.

Therefore, every big leather nest may be a fortune for mountain runners.

As the saying goes: People die for money.

Mountain runners work hard just for money, right?

But mountains have rules, and especially mountain runners at this time are very disciplined. Like those coyotes building shacks in the mountains, everyone guards their own territory.

As long as there are shacks built in this mountain farm, you can live here. Then others can't come here to set up camp, let alone set traps or traps.

But Yang Shuqiu said that Xing San went to grab territory with others, and Zhao Jun didn't know whether he was grabbing other people's territory or defending his original territory.

At this time, Zhao Jun was a little worried, so he asked Yang Shuqiu: "Uncle Yang, how did he get there?"

"We're just walking." Yang Shuqiu looked at Zhao Jun puzzled, wondering how he could ask such a question.

"No." Zhao Jun frowned and said, "I mean, is there anything wrong with him?"

The old man has an old No. 16 tree, and he is a ruthless person. He is so anxious that he really dares to kill him.

"I think he doesn't have a knife anymore." Yang Shuqiu gestured, "With such a long knife, he can have his buttocks go up to his head."

Upon hearing that Xing San did not bring a gun, but a knife, Zhao Jun became even more concerned.

Of course, he was not worried that the old man would be in danger. After all, he was a fierce man who had singled out a gang member. Zhao Jun was afraid that Xing San would be stabbed by others.

But in such a big mountain, Zhao Jun had nowhere to find him, so he could only suppress his worries and start working.

It's easy to do things with your own people. Zhao Jun arranged for the workers to be happy this morning.

By the time he had lunch, Zhao Jun had almost finished inspecting the wood he had accumulated in the past two days.

At this time, Jiechen came to call him to eat. Zhao Jun put his pen on the account book, took his tools and walked forward with Jiechen.

While walking, Zhao Jun asked Jie Chen: "Has the third uncle come back?"

"No." Jie Chen said, "I just went over to take a look and saw that there was no one in his shack and the fire in the stove was out."

"This old man!" Zhao Jun muttered, becoming more and more worried.

The two of them came out of the Leng yard and continued forward to see the large shacks where the workers lived, two in the east and two in the west. There was a road in the middle for people and vehicles to pass.

Further ahead after the big shack are the cook's shack and the foreman's shack. No matter what happened today, Xie Zhong still arranged a small stove for Zhao Jun.

But when Zhao Jun turned towards the shack at Boutou, he heard Jie Chen shouting: "Brother Jun!"

"Huh?" Zhao Jun was startled, and when he looked back, his minister pointed in the direction of the gate and asked, "Do you think that old man is back?"

When Zhao Jun heard this, he quickly looked towards the gate of Lengchang and saw only one person walking into Lengchang from a distance.

At this time, the two people were nearly 100 meters apart. Zhao Jun took a few steps forward and roughly saw that it was Empress Xing. He shouted: "Third Master!"

Xing San paused, then raised his arm and waved: "Hey!"

When Zhao Jun approached, Xing San asked with a smile: "Boy, why are you here?"

"I'm here to check..." As soon as Zhao Jun opened his mouth, he saw a cut on Xing San's face.

The wound was located under Xing San's left eye, diagonally across the cheekbone. The thin wound was about an inch long.

When it was freezing, the wound no longer bled, but it was dark red.

"Third uncle!" Zhao Jun asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Xing San laughed as soon as he heard it, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Knowing that this old man was stubborn, Zhao Jun quickly dragged him to the shack.

At this time, Xie Zhong, Zhang Yuanmin, and Yang Shuqiu were chatting in the Baotou shack. There were basins and plates on the table. In the basins were frozen tofu stewed with cabbage and vermicelli, and on the plates was braised river fish with soy sauce.

Seeing Zhao Jun dragging Xing San in, Xie Zhong quickly stood up and asked, "Uncle Xing, what did you do all morning?"

Jie Zhong also learned from Yang Shuqiu that Xing San was out to grab territory, but the relationship between him and Xing San was established through Zhao Jun. Xing San usually didn't talk much, so Xie Zhong didn't say it too directly.

Xing San heard the words but did not say anything. Zhao Jun dragged him to the edge of the kang and sat down, and then asked: "Third uncle, how did you get that face?"

"Ah, haha..." Xing San chuckled and said, "It's just your 45th Lin class. There is an old Lin leader above the top guy in the south. Do you know him?"

"Then why don't I know him?" Zhao Jun responded, then looked at Zhang Yuanmin and said, "It's my second brother and his uncle."

"Ah!" Zhang Yuanmin suddenly realized.

The old boss they were talking about just now is Lin Xiangshun's uncle. But Lin Xiangshun's father and his uncle were not born to the same father, and the relationship between the old brothers, Mr. Lin, was quite good.

Lin Xiangshun didn't have a good relationship with his own father, let alone his uncle.

And this Uncle Lin is also a mountaineer and has a shack in the mountains. But he is not completely a mountain dog. He spends most of the year in the mountains.

He goes up to the mountain every winter to guard his mountain farm and clip the big skins.

And in the spring, around May 1, Lao Lintou was digging for salt nest medicinal deer on Huangnigang.

At this time, the soybean seedlings corresponding to the farmers' crop fields have just grown to about a bushel. It is also the season when male deer give birth to antler and female deer are pregnant.

After waiting for this time, the old man would go down the mountain and go home to help his family with farm work. He would go back up the mountain after the autumn harvest was over.

This old man has worked hard all his life and did not wake up this autumn. At that time, Zhao Jun was encircling the Yongxing Brigade. When he came back, he heard Wang Meilan say that the old man was gone.

"Your second brother is the uncle?" Xing San said in surprise: "Aren't you the only kid in your family?"

"Brother." Zhao Jun did not dwell on this issue and asked Xing San directly: "Third uncle, did you go over and occupy his shack?"

"Ah!" Xing San nodded and said, "The shack is close to here, I can usually go there."

"Ah..." Zhao Jun felt that it was reasonable when he heard it. This is the mountain rule. If the owner of the shack is there, then this place belongs to him. If it's gone, anyone can take it, first come, first served.

"No." Zhao Jun suddenly remembered that something was wrong. He stared at Xing San's face and asked, "Then how did you fix your face?"

"Face!" Xing San raised his hand to touch the wound on his face, and asked Zhao Jun, "Don't you know that old boss Qin?"

"Old Chief Qin?" Zhao Jun frowned and asked tentatively: "Qin Dajiang?"

"Yes, yes, it's him!" Xing San nodded and said, "He brought his son here, and after that, he also has his son's two brothers-in-law."

"Ah!" Hearing what Xing San said, Zhao Jun knew that he was talking about Qin Qiang, Tao Ersheng and Tao Sansheng.

After Tao Dasheng's death, Qin Qiang washed his hands in the golden basin, sold his gun and dog to Zhang Laibao, and never fought again.

But as a hunter, what can he do if he doesn't hunt?

Just when Lao Lintou passed away, Qin Dajiang wanted to occupy that place and ask Qin Qiang to come and take over Lao Lintou's shift.

When Zhao Jun first came back last year, he had a conflict with this family. Now, more than a year later, the two families are in peace.

Seeing that Xing San was injured at this time, Zhao Jun hurriedly asked: "What happened? Did you fight with them?"

"Uncle!" Xie Zhong and Zhao Jun spoke almost at the same time, asking Xing San: "Did you suffer a loss?"

From Xie Zhong's point of view, it was a miracle that Xing San didn't have his legs broken.

"No!"

"Then how did you fix your face?" Zhao Jun raised his chin at Xing San and asked.

"What the hell..." Xing San said: "I didn't go with you yesterday. I went to the shack to put it away. This morning I carried half a bag of rice ballast, so this house was occupied. What?

After that, I went out for a walk, wondering about his mountain farm. As soon as I turned around, I saw footprints running toward the shack. I hurried up and entered the shack to see that Mr. Lao Qin and the others were waiting in the room. "

"Huh?" Zhao Jun suddenly remembered something and took advantage of Xing San's pause to ask, "Third uncle, don't you know each other about you and that old man?"

"We know each other!"

After saying this, Xing San continued: "I told them that this place belongs to me. Then Boss Qin said that this shack and this mountain farm were promised to their family by Boss Lao Lin and his son."

"This..." Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin looked at each other, and Zhang Yuanmin sneered: "This is the Seven Fairies jumping rubber bands - just bullshit!"

Although there are mountain rules, they are not a horse race. If two people are running together in this shack and one of them dies, the other will have no problem continuing to live in this shack. This territory is also his.

But like Lao Lintou, his son is a forestry worker and has never been in the mountains before, nor has he lived in this shack. So no matter from the mountain rules or from any aspect, he has no inheritance rights, let alone giving them to others.

But what Qin Dajiang said at that time was just because his family lived in the same village as Lao Lintou's family, and he used this as an excuse.

"Who says it's not the case?"

Xing San followed him with a series of curse words, and Zhao Jun stopped him quickly and said, "Third uncle, third uncle, how do you fix your face?"

"The young man in his family is nothing!" Xing San said: "I was scolding him here, but he was showing his sword over there."

"Is it over?" Yang Shuqiu interjected and asked.

At this time, no one could care about eating. They all gathered around Xing San to listen to his lively talk.

"It's over?"

Everyone else was shocked when they heard this, except Zhao Jun. He had heard the story of Xing San snatching the king of ginseng, and was somewhat mentally prepared for this.

In addition to him, even Xie Zhong was shocked. He was the village uncle at home, and he had also fought with the village uncles and village uncles from several surrounding villages. But they used sticks instead of knives. For them, they dare to attack with sticks, but they are restrained by using knives.

At this time, no one else spoke. Zhao Jun hurriedly asked Xing San, "Third uncle, what are you going to do for him?" "

"It's okay." Xing San touched his left rib and said, "There's a gaping hole here, but it's just skin and flesh. It's fine."

Zhao Jun: "..."

After the others looked at each other, they all took a deep look at the inconspicuous old man in front of them.

"They're leaving after it's over?" Zhao Jun asked Xing San again. Xing San nodded and said, "Ah! What else do you want if you don't leave?"

"What about Qin Qiang's two brothers-in-law?" Zhao Jun asked.

"Hi." Xing Sanyi waved his hand and said, "I don't even dare to fart."

Zhao Jun: "..."

Zhao Jun suddenly remembered that when he and Xu Changlin went up the mountain to hunt lynx, they encountered the Tao brothers stealing three roe deer seeds. If Qin Dajiang hadn't arrived in time that time, at least one of the Tao brothers would have had to lie down.

"What a day it is!" Zhao Jun muttered, looked at Xing San's face and said, "Third uncle, I've asked you several times, how do you fix your face?"

"Ah..." Xing San said: "Then Mr. Qin didn't use the knife to gesture at me. I rushed towards him and didn't scratch him all at once."

"Oh!" Zhao Jun frowned and said, "Is the wound deep? Why don't I take you to the forest farm later and give you an anti-inflammatory shot?"

There is no tetanus shot here these days, and even penicillin is hard to come by. But with Zhao Jun's relationship, it wouldn't be a problem to get a few shots of penicillin for Xing San.

"I won't go!"

"Ha!" Zhao Jun was amused all of a sudden, and he said: "You stabbed someone in front of me, why don't you think of something wrong?"

"Haha."

"Okay then." Zhao Jun thought of something again and asked Xing San: "No, third uncle, I just remembered it. There is no roe deer on the top of the top of 45. You can't trap it even if you occupy it?"

Xing San doesn't know anything else about sieges. He mainly hunts roe deer traps and wild ducks.

"Ah..." Xing San hesitated for a moment and said, "He is the one who holds big leather in that shack. He can hold one or two pieces in any winter."

"One, two..." Zhao Jun was speechless. He and Li Baoyu made a trap last year, and they even had a big piece of skin trimmed. The old man Lin worked hard for a year and only got one or two, but he still got it, which shows that the mountain farm is not good. For a novice like Xing San, he might have been working in vain all winter.

"Third uncle." Zhao Jun asked Xing San again, "Do you know how to do it? Don't do thirteen moves at once, and you won't finish each one."

As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Xing Sanka blinked. He seemed to want to say something, but he glanced at the people next to him from the corner of his eye, and finally said to Zhao Jun: "What do you care about me?"

I'm going to revise the second chapter after I finish it. I'll post it around seven o'clock.