The mute seemed very happy with Li Siming's arrival. After all, he had "fighted" side by side. Li Siming remembered the scene when the two fought against wolves last year, and the mute was also very brave.

The Corps has no such thing as "Hello Winter". Some time ago, the company went up the mountain to chop firewood and reserved supplies for winter. Now the company is divided into two parts, one part is participating in the water conservancy construction organized by the Youth League headquarters, and the other part is going to Wandashan to participate in the construction of a combat preparation road.

The work of the pig farm is very simple, but it is still quite tiring. Every day, three people melt the snow and boil it, or go to the riverside to smash the ice and carry dozens of loads of water to cook pig food. There are 50 pigs in the pig farm now, and several of them are killed during the autumn harvest. In the morning, the grass on the pigpen floor should be stripped out and replaced with dry wheat poles to keep the pigpen clean and hygienic, otherwise it is very easy to get sick in winter. As well, three sows are about to give birth, and the mute stays behind. Li Siming and Zeng Zhi also ran to Zhaojiatun to see how farmers deliver sows and how to kill pigs. They benefit a lot. When they came back, the two bought several books on livestock breeding in the bookstore next to the regiment headquarters. They also had a good meal at the restaurant of the regiment headquarters, and walked back slowly while touching their stomachs.

The wages of educated youth in the Corps were 25 yuan, and later increased to 32 yuan. To be honest, it was much better to build the Corps than to go to the countryside, because the latter had to earn labor points and could only participate in dividends until the end of the year, but generally speaking, there was not much in hand. Of course, the educated youth who grew up in the city were not as good as those in the strong rural laborers. In addition to getting married, they were two-staff, and basically had to deduct 12 yuan of food expenses from their wages every month. Food rations were definitely enough, and food coupons were not sent to individuals. Only when they went home to visit relatives could they receive national food coupons at the standard of 50 kilograms per month. In those days, urban residents bought grain with grain books every month, and could also exchange them for grain coupons to buy at any grain store or go to restaurants for meals. The grain coupons were divided into national food coupons and local food coupons according to the applicable geographical scope. Without grain coupons, they could not buy grain even if they had money.

In Daxing, like the corps in other parts of the North Wilderness, you can only see some "rare" vegetables in June, July and August every year: tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplant, etc. In other seasons of the year, you can only eat the three old ones: potatoes, cabbage, and carrots. The cooking class in the cafeteria goes over and over again, that is, shredded potatoes, potato slices, potato cubes, potato soup, roasted cabbage, stir-fried cabbage, boiled cabbage, and stewed cabbage. Anyway, there are chickens, ducks, and eggs in the cellar. Don't even think about it. These educated youth are when they grow up and engage in heavy physical labor every day, so it goes without saying that they are greedy. Women in the family area are worried all day long to prevent those bold educated youth from holding on to the sheep.

Although Li Siming did not talk about big fish and meat in his previous life, he could eat whatever he wanted and did not have to spend his own money in the army. In this era, his appetite was really unbearable. Whenever he had the chance, he would invite Xu, Zhang Hua and others to go to the regiment headquarters for a big meal.

It was a clear day, and the winter sun in the north was warm. Li Siming went out with a gun in the expectant eyes of Zeng Zhi and the mute. He was going to hunt, and there were birds and beasts in the forests of Daxing Island. However, before going, he and Zeng Zhi agreed that Li Siming would hunt and take care of the pigpen. Of course, Li Siming was willing to do this kind of good thing.

In the deepest part of the birch forest, Li Siming chose a downwind vent that can be sunlight, with thick grass mats on it, lying on it, covered with branches and thatch. The temperature is too low, which can reduce the loss of heat in the sunlight, and at the downwind vent, it is to reduce the sensitivity of animals' sense of smell.

Li Siming patiently lay on the ground, disguised himself and the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, which was very good. Everything was learned from the special forces. This forest was rarely visited, and large animals liked to forage here, so staying at the same time was the best way to stay.

A cepore came here carefully. It was digging in the snow with its feet and mouth from time to time. It was still far away and outside the effective range of the rifle. Spores are common animals in the Great Northern Wilderness and usually appear in the forest. However, this animal is too sensitive and will flash like a frightened bird when it is slightest movement. It can only stay on the spore. The spore is obviously very alert, not sticking its ears to the side and listening to any sound. Li Siming honestly lay on the ground and dared not approach it, because the sound made by the thick snow layer on it will scare the spores away.

A pheasant jumped between the spores and Li Siming. The spore was shocked, but fortunately he didn't run away and continued to hunt in the snow. Li Siming maintained normal breathing, and even opened his mouth to relieve stress. Because he was wearing a mask and did not exhale the heat, he did not make any moves because of the addition of the pheasant. As the sniper instructor of the special forces said, the sniper was used only when it was necessary to use it, and even most tasks did not fire a single shot, but the sniper must have absolute patience, and the priority must be taken into account when the target selection is taken. Li Siming did not aim at the pheasant, and the sight was still stuck on the spore.

The spore finally slowly approached, and was within the effective range of the rifle five minutes later. Li Siming fired, and the moment the bullet came out of the bore, he knew that he had hit it. No matter the poor spore, Li Siming didn't aim at the frightened pheasant at all. Another shot, the pheasant had no time to flap its wings in the air and fell down.

"Hmph, who told you to fall into the trap?" Li Siming picked up the pheasant and came to the spore. The spore was hit on the head and half of his head disappeared. The harvest was good today, but more importantly, it didn't need to lurk for too long.

Carrying the spoils, Li Siming returned to the pig farm. Zeng Zhi happily took the prey and said happily:

"Thank you! Thank you! You always have to rest first, and I and the mute are left to work."

Zeng Zhi and the mute quickly dug a pit on the ground, buried the pheasant and half of the spore in the pit with snow blocks, calling it "frozen water". As for the half of the spore, it was peeled and cleaned up, and a bonfire party was held at night.

As night fell, the three of them raised fire directly on the fire hall in the dormitory. The wood that had already been sunburned in autumn was easy to burn. Li Siming used a raw branch to skew the spores on the fire, and used a knife to make a cut on the spores, then poured salt water and cooking oil on the fire, and burst into sparks. Zeng Zhi and the mute looked at Li Siming's skillful and light movements, and their tongues couldn't help but secrete the outlet of water. The two swallowed their saliva, hoping that Li Siming would be quicker.

Finally, I can eat it. I sprinkled some chili powder and took a bite of the delicious spore meat. It was called the smell of lips and teeth. Drink some white wine. It was so beautiful. Half a spore three people had a round stomach. Zeng Zhi kept exclaiming: "It's delicious. If you can't eat the next meal, it's better to die!"

In the days that followed, Zeng Zhi and the mute took care of the pigpen work, and Li Siming went hunting. So much so that when Zeng Zhi went to the canteen of the Lianjun, others always asked, "Why didn't you see Li Siming?" Every time, Zeng Zhi always replied, "Li Siming has something more important, so you won't bother him in this kind of work, we will take care of it." Leaving others there, thinking, what else is more important in pigpen than raising pigs?

Spores are not found every day, and this kind of naturally timid animal is not easy to hunt. The most common animals are pheasants and rabbits. If you are lucky, you can also hunt wild boars. In the end, Li Siming dragged back too much prey and all of them were stored and eaten in different ways every day. Zeng Zhi and the mute mouth were also raised by Li Siming. They were roasted, fried, marinated, and made soup, and there were all kinds of tricks.

Hunting bullets are consumed, and the company's guns and ammunition is managed by a dedicated person. The pig farm has more ammunition because of the wolf pack incident last year. From time to time, Li Siming would bring a few pheasants and wild bans to Zhou Liang, who was the custodian of the company, in exchange for ammunition. Gradually, Zhou Liang's appetite was also damaged by Li Siming. If he didn't eat wild game for a day, he would lose energy, so that he often ran to the pig farm.
Chapter completed!