When the gunshots the second and third sounds, although Zhao Jun can't see anything, he can hear the roar and howling of wild boars.

But as the gunshot continued to sound, the wild boar stopped making any sound.

After Zhao Jun pulled the bolt and replaced the bullet again, he closed the security, then slowly got up from the ground, carried the gun on his shoulder, and groped and retreated.

It’s impossible to retreat. The remaining bald pancakes are still in the bag. And when he put the bag, he saw the weathered pine trees lying on the ground not far away. He could cut some Mingzi to light them up for ignition.

As for the Pig God, it should be dead. But if he really didn't die and ran away, he wouldn't be able to fight tonight.

Zhao Jun slowly groped along the way, and took out the matchbox several times on the way, scratched the matches, and looked at the trees next to him.

How big a light source can a match have?

Especially in this dark mountain, Zhao Jun really had no choice. When he came, he prepared everything and only forgot one thing, that is, he didn't bring an electric stick from home.

After searching for a long time, Zhao Jun finally found his bag, picked it off the tree branch and carried it on, and then continued to look for the pine tree Akiko.

Until a piece of Mingzi was cut off and the matches ignited it, the oily wood was lit with flames and black smoke, but Zhao Jun could see clearly around him.

He cut off another piece of Aoko, held a torch in one hand, and walked out to the place where the gun was shot. With the light of the fire, he saw a big guy lying in front of him.

Zhao Jun approached, inserted two torches in front of the pig god's belly, then walked around and inserted the other one above his waist.

Then, it was bloodshed open.

It is really difficult to turn a big wild boar of more than 1,000 pounds into the sky with the power of a person.

But no matter how difficult it is, the chamber must be opened, otherwise the whole pig will smell bad after the chamber becomes smelly.

This wild boar is going to be taken to the test for his father Zhou Chunming. If the pig is smelly, how can it be placed in the museum?

Zhao Jun worked hard for a long time and was so tired that he was sweating all over, before he could turn the big wild boar up.

Standing there, with his hips on his hips and gasping for a while, Zhao Jun pulled out the invading knife from his back.

This is about to be bleed open.

This pig god is so big that there are probably no missing intestines in his stomach, so you must pay attention to the opening. Otherwise, if you accidentally cut the intestines, you might be able to make up your stomach.

So Zhao Jun carefully cut the wild boar's belly, held a knife in his right hand, and compared it with a "yeah" in his left hand, and then poked the index finger and a middle finger into the cut-out blade.

Support both fingers to both sides, hold up the wild boar skin on the edge of the knife, then stretch the tip of the knife in and scratch it up.

As the knife moves, the two fingers move upwards, always keeping the boar skin and flesh so that the knife will not cut the boar's internal organs.

The blade kept moving upwards, and blood flowed out with the wild boar's intestines and stomach. Zhao Jun took out all the internal organs and lanterns and threw them aside casually.

Then Zhao Jun picked up a torch, walked to the side and cut a few wooden sticks. He came back to make the wooden stick spread the wild boar's belly, then took out the bald cake in his pocket and hung it on the tree branch beside him.

Afterwards, Zhao Jun dug a lot of snow into the boar's chamber.

He did this to prevent the wild boar from smelling.

This wild boar is too big, and the big pig is more likely to smell bad than the small pig. If it is not handled properly, and I will look at it when I wake up tomorrow morning. The pork shreds are full of odor, and I can't even wash them.

After finishing these, Zhao Jun gathered some scattered dry branches and dead branches around him and lit a fire.

On this day, from the morning to the present, Zhao Jun was really tired. He sat down against the tree, eating bald cakes while roasting on fire.

He also looked at the pig god lying on the ground from time to time, thinking to himself: "I let my dad know, what is his mood...?"

He is such a filial son, and he is still thinking about his father at this time.

And his father was also thinking about his son at this time.

In the vast night, a Jiefang car was slowly driving into Yong'antun. Lin Xiangshun was driving, and the co-pilot seat in the car was squeezed with two brothers Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong.

Li Dayong has been transferred to the dispatching team since he went to work after the New Year, and has been busy since he joined the job until today.

Seeing that the winter rush was about to end, the dispatching team was also idle recently, Li Dayong gave Zhao Youcai the pocket money he had saved in the past two months and asked him to help him meet a table of food and drinks in the canteen. He wanted to invite Wu Feng and several deputy team leaders of the dispatching team.

Because of Li Baoyu's work problems, Li Dayong also invited Lin Xiangshun.

From the time I got off work, I drank until nearly seven o'clock, and the commuter bus was gone long ago. Lin Xiang drove them home by the way.

When the village approached, Li Dayong muttered: "I don't know if these two guys came back to fight Xiong Ba today."

After saying that, Li Dayong saw that Zhao Youcai didn't say anything, so he gently touched Zhao Youcai with his elbow and asked, "Brother, your son is going to kill Xiong Ba, don't you worry about him?"

Just one son, how could he not miss him?

But Zhao Youcai, who was sitting against the car door, turned his head out of the car window and said, "It's a day to go, and this mountain can't stand him."

After hearing Zhao Youcai say this, Li Dayong and Lin Xiangshun smiled at each other, and they both had a tacit understanding and stopped talking.

But at this moment, the three of them heard the sound of the tractor. Zhao Youcai, who was looking out through the car window, paused and sat up in an instant.

"Dayong!" Zhao Youcai pointed out, but although he did not turn his head, he asked Li Dayong, "Look at what you are pulling in that car?"

Li Dayong leaned against Zhao Youcai, stretched his neck and looked out the window, and saw an oriental red tractor coming from the west.

The tractor turned around seven or eight meters away from the car that Zhao Youcai was riding.

During this turn, Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong both opened their eyes widened in an instant.

The next second, Zhao Youcai raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and Li Dayong also blinked hard.

I saw that the tractor carriage was loaded with wild boars, one piled up with ropes tied to it.

In this carriage, there must be about twenty or thirty heads.

Zhao Youcai murmured to himself in a daze, saying, "Who is doing what this is?"

"this……"

Just as Li Dayong was about to answer the conversation, the sound of a tractor came from his ears, and the sound of a call called "Brother Shunzi".

As soon as Li Dayong looked up, he saw another tractor coming slowly from the village road in Ximian.

At this time, Li Dayong rubbed his eyes again because he saw clearly that the person who was driving the tractor was his eldest son Li Baoyu.

"Brother, is that my son?" Li Dayong said to Zhao Youcai.

His words were not to show off his son, but to be a little unbelievable, especially after drinking a lot of wine, Li Dayong only thought he was dreaming or something.
Chapter completed!