The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Within a few minutes of riding the sledge, we arrived at Yongli Village. The sledge stopped at the door of Song Benxiao's house, and Li Ruhai was invited into the Song family yard.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Suddenly, a strange dog barking caught Li Ruhai's attention. Li Ruhai followed the sound and saw a puppy wagging its tail at him.

There are no pet dogs in the Northeast these days. This dog is said to be a puppy, weighing about thirty kilograms, with black flowers on a white background.

This puppy has good looks, with a small round face, a short muzzle, and a pair of small ridged ears, one black and one white.

Guard dogs are rarely bathed, especially in winter. But this puppy is very clean, has fluffy fur, and looks quite cute.

After attracting Li Ruhai's attention with a bark, the dog stopped barking and instead stood there wagging its tail at Li Ruhai.

Li Ruhai has dogs at home and he likes dogs. Seeing how good-looking the puppy was, Li Ruhai clapped his hands and called, "Come! Come!"

As soon as he shouted, the puppy came to Li Ruhai with small steps.

When Li Ruhai met the dog's eyes, he found that the puppy's eyes were bright and dark.

When the dog came to Li Ruhai, he immediately lifted himself up. When Li Ruhai caught his front paws, the dog sniffed at Li Ruhai's crotch.

"Huh?" This startled Li Ruhai. Although the puppy seemed quite well-behaved, what if it took a bite out of him?

"Niuniu!" At this time, Song Benxiao shouted, but the dog only glanced at Song Benxiao and then pounced on Li Ruhai's pants.

When it pounced, two black marks appeared on Li Ruhai's tunic pants. Song Benxiao was so angry that he scolded the dog, but was stopped by Li Ruhai.

At this time, Li Ruhai, while stroking the dog's head, said to Song Benxiao: "Uncle Song, it's okay. The pants will be fine as soon as they are cleaned."

As soon as Li Ruhai finished speaking, the door of the Song family room opened wide, and the Song family members who saw Li Ruhai coming through the window filed out.

The person walking at the front turned out to be an old man on crutches. His left leg was missing from the thigh down.

But the old man didn't need anyone to help him, so he walked out on his own crutches. Walking behind the old man was a middle-aged woman who was the mother of Li Ruhai's classmate Song Guochao, and behind them were the two brothers Song Guochao and Song Guomao.

Even though Li Ruhai didn't know Song Benxiao before, he did know Zhang Dongdong. After a few brief greetings, the Song family took Li Ruhai to the back of the room.

When Li Ruhai left, the dog named Niuniu followed. While following, the girl also pounced on Li Ruhai's calf from behind.

In this way, as Li Ruhai walked forward, Niu Niu's pounce hit Li Ruhai's heel.

Li Ruhai was not angry after being stirred up twice, but the Song family didn't feel very good at this time, but no matter who called Na Niu Niu, Na Niu Niu followed Li Ru Hai closely.

"Haha." Li Ruhai stopped Song Guomao, who was about to kick Niuniu, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, if you don't beat the dog, it will be jealous of me."

While they were talking, everyone came to the back of the house.

There is a pigsty built with stones behind the house, and there are three yellow-haired pigs in the pigsty. Li Ruhai went over to take a look and couldn't help but frown.

The three-headed yellow-haired boy has normal length and height, but is too thin. The protruding ribs can be seen on both sides of the body. There is no such thin yellow man in the mountains now. We have to wait until spring, and Huang Maozi, who has been hungry all winter, will do this.

Li Ruhai's professional skills are not low. He looked at Mr. Song beside him and asked, "Mr. Song, are these pigs just fed vegetables?"

Li Ruhai not only has a high professional level, but also has a higher speaking level. It seems that such pigs grew up eating grass and did not receive protein supplements.

"Ah, haha." Mr. Song responded with a smile: "We raise them at home, and we feed them whatever we have."

His answer was regarded as admission.

At this time, Li Ruhai sighed softly and turned around to look at Song Benziao.

"Come in, it's like the sea." Song Benxiao raised his hand to guide the courtyard and said, "Come in, it's warm, it's warm."

The Song family embraced Li Ruhai into the house. Niu Niu also wanted to go in, but Zhang Dongdong grabbed the dog's tail and dragged her out.

Entering the house, Song Benxiao asked Li Ruhai to sit down on the Kang, and asked Song Guomao to pour water for Li Ruhai. Then he said to Zhang Dongdong, "The children will stay here for dinner at night. You go and give Zhang Luo some food."

"Hey!" Zhang Dongdong agreed and went out. Li Ruhai said polite words but didn't stop him.

Then, Li Ruhai refused the cigarette offered by Mr. Song. This old man's name was King Song. He was named because his parents had no expectations for him, but because his father's surname was Song and his mother's surname was Wang.

After taking the teapot from Song Guomao, Li Ruhai said to King Song, Song Benxiao and his son: "Master Song, Uncle Song, this is it...I just saw it, and you can't sell these three pigs for a lot of money."

The Song family father and son are good at raising pigs, so they naturally knew it. King Song, who was rolling leaf cigarettes, stuck out his tongue and licked the calendar paper of the cigarette, and then said to Li Ruhai: "Too thin."

"Yeah!" Li Ruhai nodded and said, "Of those three pigs, the big one weighs seventy pounds?"

Normally, the little yellow hair in the mountains would still weigh more than eighty kilograms after catching autumn fat. But the pigs raised by the Song family didn't survive the winter, so they couldn't get fat just by feeding them grass.

Seeing that the Song family acquiesced, Li Ruhai said: "If you add three pigs to one pile, you can probably chop a hundred kilograms of meat if you add more? If you bring some ribs, the pig meat and pig heads are not worth much, tsk..."

Li Ruhai clicked his tongue and finally came to a conclusion: "Can it be sold for fifty yuan?"

The wild boar was so thin that his family had raised it, so it couldn't be used as a New Year pig and could only peel off its skin and sell its meat.

The pig was raised behind the house, and it was known how much meat it could produce. The price of the meat was also transparent. The Song family and his son knew that Li Ruhai was not cheating.

Therefore, Song Benxiao immediately expressed his position and said: "Okay, Ruhai, then you can help me and worry a little."

"Okay!" Li Ruhai agreed without hesitation and said: "I'll ask them when I get to work tomorrow. That's it..."

With that said, Li Ruhai pointed to Song Guochao and said: "Guochao and I are both classmates. Brother Song wants a wife, and I can't help him with anything else. I won't take any money from selling these three pigs."

"Oh! What are you doing?" Mr. Song was the first to stop. He pulled Li Ruhai and said, "Son, just do whatever you need to do."

"It's okay." Li Ruhai smiled lightly and said, "Master Song, that's it this time."

Li Ruhai is like this, firstly because of the face of his classmates, and secondly because the business is too small. How much money can he make for a total of fifty yuan? Besides, if I have a meal at someone else’s house today, I can’t eat for nothing, right?

While he was talking, the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard outside.

The Song family's conditions are not good, and it is difficult to collect the wedding gift for their eldest son. The food is definitely not as good as that of the Zhao family.

A guest came today. Zhang Dongdong fried a pickled cabbage and potato shreds, a scrambled egg, and more than half a plate of non-freshly fried soybeans.

The three dishes were brought to the table, and the four masters of the Song family invited Li Ruhai to eat. King Song and Song Benxiao had the fried soybeans with their drinks. Song Guochao kept giving Li Ruhai scrambled eggs, but he and his brother only ate the pickled cabbage and potato shreds.

After a while, Zhang Dongdong brought the staple food again. The staple food is not freshly made, but steamed buns.

There are two kinds of steamed buns, one is white flour and the other is two-faced.

As soon as the steamed buns arrived, Song Guochao gave Li Ruhai a white-flour bun, while he took half of the two-faced bun from Song Guomao.

It was a guest, so I was served two kinds of steamed buns. Otherwise, if the Song brothers eat steamed buns, how can Li Ruhai eat white flour steamed buns?

Li Ruhai was not polite, he didn't say anything, he took the steamed bun and took a big bite.

Seeing him like this, Song Wang and Song Benxiao looked at each other and smiled. Here, only when the guests have eaten well can the host have face.

Li Ruhai puffed out his cheeks and chewed the steamed bun. When he looked at Song Benxiao, he also smiled and said: "Uncle Song, I remember hearing the National Super League say before, are you still playing tricks?"

Li Ruhai has a good memory. He remembers that when he was still in elementary school, Song Guochao took a knife sharpened by a roe deer horn. At that time, Li Ruhai borrowed it to play with, and then asked curiously, only to hear Song Guochao say that his father had trapped the roe deer on the mountain.

"It's not a condom." Song Benxiao said with a smile: "I'm using the pole!"

"Pick a pole?" Li Ruhai was startled when he heard this, but Mr. Song thought that Li Ruhai didn't understand, so he immediately showed Li Ruhai with chopsticks and said, "It's not a condom. It's different from a condom. You can catch people alive with a pole."

"Ah..." Li Ruhai thought for a moment, then he leaned towards Mr. Song and asked with a smile: "Mr. Song, is the janitor in our middle school, Mr. Song, a relative of yours?"

"Huh?" This time it was Mr. Song's turn to be stunned. When he looked at Li Ruhai, he nodded and said, "Yes, he is from my third uncle's family. He is the seventh among our uncles and brothers."

After saying this, Mr. Song asked Li Ruhai: "Son, how did you know? Did he tell you?"

"He didn't tell me." Li Ruhai smiled and said, "I only remembered it after you told me, Uncle Song, about picking a pole. I heard my elder brother say that there was an old uncle Song on top of that bluestone tile. , he is the younger brother of my Uncle Song. He knows how to pick a pole, and he has a unique skill."

After listening to Li Ruhai's explanation, Mr. Song nodded slightly, then picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Haha..." Song Benxiao glanced at his father. Seeing that the old man's face was not very good, he smiled at Li Ruhai and said, "It can't be said that it is a unique skill. Anyway, what was passed down from my great-grandfather was passed down to our two children."

"Right." Li Ruhai smiled when he heard this and said, "Uncle Song, do you have any unique skills?"

As he spoke, Li Ruhai held a chopstick in his hand like Mr. Song just now, and said: "This thing looks very simple at first glance, but in such a large forest area, it is only made by your family. There must be something in it, right?" ?”

Li Ruhai asked with a smile, and Song Benxiao also smiled and replied: "What do you have to say? Haha, that's all."

While talking, Song Benxiao picked up the wine glass and called to Li Ruhai: "Ruhai, eat more vegetables. There are not many good dishes, so don't mind it anyway."

Song Benxiao's words were interrupted at this moment. Li Ruhai responded twice, picked up a chopstick and sucked shredded pickled cabbage and potatoes into his mouth.

After taking another bite of the steamed bun, Li Ruhai thought for a while and then asked Song Benxiao again: "Huh? Uncle Song, I heard that the old man made a lot of money a year by hanging the sheep on the pole. Why don't you do it?" "

As soon as Li Ruhai said these words, the Song family father and son looked at each other subconsciously, and then saw Song Benxiao smiling bitterly and saying: "I want to fix it, but I don't dare to go."

Li Ruhai stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a fried soybean kernel, threw it into his mouth, chewed it with his back teeth, and asked, "Then why?"

"Why?" Song Benxiao said, "Uncle Song won't hide it from you. There are only two places in our forest area where there are hanging sheep. One is the bluestone lazi. Someone is occupying the shack in that corner. I can't go and rob it."

"What about the other place?" Li Ruhai put down his chopsticks and asked, "Is someone occupying it too?"

"That's not the case." Song Benxiao shook his head and said, "That place is the Great Killing Post and the Great Rear Blockade, so who dares to go there?"

"Ah..." Li Ruhai's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he would actually hit the jujube with a random shot. Although the Great Killing Post is not a good place to go, it is a crucial piece of news. If you go back and report it to your elder brother, he will definitely be generous with the reward.

At this moment, Mr. Song dropped another bombshell. He said: "Son, I know your dad and the others hunt, and your brother and Zhao Jun's dogs are also powerful, but don't go to the big killing post." Go up!"

"What's going on?" Li Ruhai asked, and Mr. Song said: "Where there are hanging sheep, there must be big claws!"

"Big claw..." Li Ruhai kept Mr. Song's words in mind. Then he remembered something and asked the old man: "Mr. Song, now... there is a big claw coming out from 44 to 46..."

"Yes!" Before Li Ruhai finished speaking, Song Benxiao interjected: "Why don't you give it to Yongsheng's Li Daguai?"

"Yeah." Li Ruhai nodded, and then asked Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, as you said, where there are hanging sheep, there are big claws. So are there any hanging sheep over there in 44?"

"I said that if there is a hanging sheep, there will be big claws." King Song said with a smile: "But I didn't say that if there are big claws, there will be a hanging sheep!"

"Ah...haha..." Li Ruhai realized that he was wrong, but at this moment he heard King Song say again: "44 That big claw is different from the one at Dashagang. I feel like it is just a passerby. That's the end of Dashegang." , it is a household on the ground, and its old nest is Lao Guitouzi Ridge."

After hearing what Mr. Song said, Li Ruhai confirmed what Zhao Jun had said. There is a tiger on Lao Guitouzi Ridge, and Zhao Jun and Zhou Chengguo went up to meet it.

"Master Song!" Li Ruhai was also very thoughtful. He suddenly realized that this old man was no ordinary person, and immediately asked: "Didn't you also run in the mountains when you were old?"

"My grandfather was very powerful before!" Song Guochao interrupted, saying: "People call my grandfather Song Pao."

"What kind of gun is Song?" Old Song glared at Song Guochao, and then said with a self-deprecating smile: "I'm glad I didn't die."

After saying this, the old man seemed to be reminded of past memories. He patted his left left leg and said to Li Ruhai: "My leg was lost during the siege."

"Ah?" Li Ruhai frowned and asked, "What did you encounter, Mr. Song?"

The King of Song himself didn't mention it, so Li Ruhai didn't have the nerve to ask. But now that the old man had mentioned it himself, Li Ruhai was not polite.

"Oh!" King Song smiled. He glanced at Song Benxiao, then looked at Li Ruhai and said, "That year...it was six years ago. Why don't there be tigers in the forest farm? You know, right?"

"I know!" Li Ruhai nodded repeatedly, and King Song raised his head slightly and said: "At that time, it was said that the city had approved it, and it was said that it could be beaten, so I just wanted to knock it!"

"Oh, I..." Although he couldn't bear the surprise in his heart, Li Ruhai still controlled himself not to curse in front of the elders. Instead, he looked at King Song's broken leg in surprise and said, "This is what makes the elders so proud." Injured paw?”

King Song pursed his lips, shook his head at Li Ruhai, and said, "No, I am making the ground gun collapse!"

After saying this, King Song paused, and said with a tone that was half proud and half self-deprecating: "Kill Big Claw to kill Bald Lu, Guo Paotou will lose his life, and my old man will lose his leg, that's fine too." ,hehe……"