Zheng Xuekun and Zheng Donghai, father and son, came out of Zhao Jun's house and hurriedly pushed the cart outside the village.
After leaving Yong'an Tun, the two pushed the bicycle into the woods. After parking the bicycle against the tree, they removed the large snakeskin bag from Zheng Donghai's rear seat.
Inside the snakeskin bag are cloth bags, some of which contain large leather bags, and some of which contain yellow leaves.
Zheng Donghai reached down and pulled out a butter paper package one cubit long and one hand wide from under the cloth pocket.
"Ouch!" Suddenly, Zheng Donghai was kicked by Zheng Xuekun. He was holding a butter paper bag in one hand and covering his butt with the other, and asked Zheng Xuekun: "Dad, why did you kick me?"
"Why are you kicking me?" Zheng Xuekun sneered and said, "You white-eyed wolf, you left your father behind and ran away by yourself?"
What Zheng Xuekun said was that when he met Zhao Jun and dismissed his ministers today, when he was begging them for mercy, Zheng Donghai pushed his cart and ran away.
"Dad!" Zheng Donghai rubbed his butt with an aggrieved look and said, "Didn't you tell me that? If you have something to do, let me go first!"
"Fuck you!" Zheng Xuekun was helpless with such a stupid son at the stall. He raised his finger and pointed at the butter paper packet in Zheng Donghai's hand.
Zheng Donghai smiled when he saw this, opened the butter paper package, and revealed two gun parts.
The butt of the gun is a side opening of the bakelite handle, and the barrel is made of steel pipes. Zheng Donghai quickly assembled the gun, held it in his hand and said to Zheng Xuekun: "Dad, my uncle's gun is different from that semi-automatic gun."
It’s all nonsense.”
"Shut up." Zheng Xuekun said: "Carry a gun, we are just trying to scare people, who do you really want to hit?"
Zheng Donghai smiled when he heard this, put the gun on his shoulder, and said: "I wonder who dares to provoke me this time?"
Zheng Xuekun twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and gestured toward the forest, saying: "Okay, hurry up and pack your things, let's go."
"Where are we going?" Zheng Donghai asked.
"Go to that village called Yongfu!" Zheng Xuekun said angrily: "You are not allowed to sleep outside?"
"No, dad." Zheng Donghai said: "My uncle asked me to collect the lynx skin, shouldn't we also trim it? Let's go back now."
"Fuck you!" As soon as Zheng Donghai finished speaking, Zheng Xuekun was kicked on the butt again.
"Eighty miles away, are you going back now?" Zheng Xuekun scolded: "Your car is broken, will you die if you don't walk?"
"Woo..."
Just when Zheng Xuekun was cursing, the sound of a train whistle came from the mountains. Seven or eight minutes later, the commuter train stopped outside Yong'an Tun. Zhao Youcai, Li Dayong, Li Baoyu, and Lin Xiangshun got off the train and headed home.
Zhao Youcai, who was walking among them, was unhappy. It would be fine if this man had never had money. He suddenly made a fortune, and then was knocked back to before liberation. The ups and downs were really hard to accept.
Zhao Youcai couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the twelve thousand yuan.
When he was about to get home, he saw that both his own house and the Li house next door had lights on and smoke coming from the kitchen. Zhao Youcai muttered in his heart: "What are you doing, you prodigal woman?"
Wang Meilan really didn't have too much trouble today. The lights were on at the Li house next door and the chimney was smoking. It was because Jin Xiaomei was steaming dumplings at home, while the big pot at the Zhao house was cooking dumplings.
In addition to dumplings, there are just a few light side dishes, shredded potatoes, shredded dried tofu, radish mixed with sugar and rock sugar, and stir-fried fungus with cabbage.
Although the dishes were simple, Wang Meilan, also called Zhao Jun, sent her ministers to the cellar and brought them drinks and beer to celebrate.
As soon as these people got home from work, dinner was served immediately. Men, women, old and young gathered happily in the east and west rooms.
"What?" At the dinner table, Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun in surprise and asked, "Why did you sell it for so much money?"
Zhao Youcai couldn't understand. They were both leopard skins. Even if his own skin was shot, it wouldn't be 10,000 yuan different from Zhao Jun's skin, right?
At the same time, Zhao Youcai was also increasingly dissatisfied with the Zheng family and his son. Li Dayong on the side knew Zhao Youcai's intentions best. After clinking glasses with Zhao Youcai and taking a sip of wine, Li Dayong said: "Brother, we just dealt with them that day."
"Damn it!" Zhao Youcai swore and said, "Whenever I find time, I'll go to Xiao Yang's house and find Yang, the painting cabinet boy, and buy his tiger skin. Wait a minute.
Come back to them and sell it to them."
"Tiger skin?" Upon hearing these two words, Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu, and Jie Chen all stopped their chopsticks.
"Uncle." Li Baoyu asked in surprise: "Who is it? So evil (nē), and there is still tiger skin?"
"What a chicken feather?" Wang Qiang, who was opposite Li Baoyu, laughed and said, "Don't you know, Yang, the painting cabinet? The two cranes on your kang cabinet were painted by him."
These days, the standing cabinets and kang cabinets at home are all made by carpenters. Some fastidious families will also ask people to paint pictures on the cabinets, such as pines and cypresses, cranes, pavilions and pavilions.
The painter Wang Qiang mentioned, Yang, was the best at painting in the neighborhood. He lived in Yangjia Village, south of Yong'an Village, and the two villages were more than eighty miles apart.
"Then why does he still have tiger skin?" Zhao Jun was also surprised. He had never heard of such a thing in his previous life.
"He painted that." Li Dayong picked up the wine glass, then changed the subject and cursed: "Fuck, he painted with dog skin."
"Then you should say it or not." After Li Dayong finished speaking, Wang Qiang continued: "The thing he drew is really like it. If he didn't say it himself, no one would see it at CTM."
After hearing what Li Dayong and Wang Qiang said, Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu and the ministers became even more curious. The three juniors asked after them. Li Dayong and Wang Qiang started talking, while Zhao Youcai drank.
According to the descriptions of Li Dayong and Wang Qiang, the painter Yang was also a strange person. He obtained two yellow dog skins at that time, and then he painted tiger stripes on the yellow dog skins and changed the dog skins into tiger skins.
Of course, he also used other methods to change the yellow hair on the dog's body, making it similar to the background color of tiger fur.
And because the head, tail, and claws were removed, anyone else would think it was a real tiger skin if he didn't say anything.
This former "artist" was quite capable, but his brain was not very good. After he painted the tiger skin, he took it to a shop at the foot of the mountain to sell it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Painter Yang had a good idea, thinking that he could make a fortune by taking the tiger skin down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, when he took the tiger skin to the store at the foot of the mountain, he unfolded it and showed it to the collector, who immediately seized it.
The reason is very simple, because from very early on, Siberian tigers have been protected. They can hunt other things but not tigers.
Yang's craftsmanship in painting cabinets was so good that the people who collected the leather could not tell whether the leather was genuine or not, but as soon as they touched the inner layer, they knew that the leather must not have been more than a year old.
Therefore, people think that Yang Huagui killed the little tiger.
At that time, the shops had security guards, and they immediately took down the painting cabinet.
Painter Yang was also aware of current affairs and confessed on the spot that what he was selling was not tiger skin, and asked people not to misunderstand.
Although this misunderstanding has been resolved, the store has said that you did not kill the tiger, and it is indeed not illegal for you to kill the dog, but you lied to us, and you are a bad element.
These words left the painter Yang speechless, and he was immediately taken to the police station. The comrades at the police station continued to report the matter, and then dealt with the case specially and sentenced the painter Yang to ten years.
"He had two paintings in a pile in front of him." Wang Qiang said: "He thought of selling one first, but then he didn't come back, and the remaining one was kept at his house."
"Yeah!" Li Dayong continued: "He came here that autumn and worked here. The two cabinets in my house were painted by Qianer. After that, he wanted to buy my yellow dog. My father
Why didn't you sell it to him? Did he just buy Zhang Zhanshan's dog?"
The Yang family who painted cabinets was more than eighty miles away from Yong'an. Twenty years ago, the transportation was not convenient. He stayed in this village when he came here. Anyone in the village who wanted to paint cabinets came to him. Then he went from house to house in order.
Just paint it, leave after you finish it, and come back next year.
"CTM!" Zhao Youcai scolded: "I heard Zhang Yuanmin's mother say that the two of them went to the house together. She told me. She said that after Yang bought the painting cabinet, he bought Zhang Wangba's dog and went directly to Zhang Wangba's house.
The dog strangled him to death in the yard, and after he skinned it, Xu Meihua gave it to the dog. Were they drinking wine at night? Later, before he left, the dog skin was taken away."
Since Zhang Zhanshan's death, Zhao Youcai never called him Zhang Wangba, but when he mentioned this matter, Zhao Youcai casually said that.
"That's right!" Li Baoyu said, "That's really the right thing to do! Just let him squat on the fence!"
"Squatting in fence" is a dialect in Northeast China, and to put it bluntly, it means "going to jail".
"Come, eat dumplings!" At this time, Wang Qiang called to several people and said, "Eat this while it's hot. Otherwise, it will cool down and become lumpy."
Hearing what he said, everyone started picking up the dumplings stuffed with wild boar and green onions with their chopsticks.
At the same time, Yongsheng settled the Zhou family.
Zhou Jianjun sat alone on the kang, surrounded by quilts, chewing on the cake in his hand.
Today is the third day since Hu Sanmei left home. On the first day, Zhou Jianjun had a meal at Xue's house. On the second day, it snowed, so he packed up the meal that Xue had at Old Han's house in the east courtyard.
While having dinner at Xue's house that day, Xue Wanyou conveyed Hu Sanmei's words and said that she would be back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Zhou Jianjun thought he would see Hu Sanmei, his wife, and their children when he got home today, but he didn't expect that he would still be alone at home.
We can't blame Hu Sanmei for not keeping her word. She was thinking very well when she left. She thought that when she got to the Zhao family, she would just make quilts. When Zhao Jun and his wife got married, they would only have four pairs of quilts at most. Even if the Zhao family didn't contribute,
I took Zhao Chun with me for two days and it was almost done.
But what Hu Sanmei never expected was that during the few days she had been here, the Zhao family also made quilts, but the time spent making quilts was not as long as the time spent cooking.
Therefore, Hu Sanmei did not come back today.
Seeing that Zhou Jianjun was still alone, Xue Wanyou and Xue Zhongjie called him home for dinner, but Zhou Jianjun was not embarrassed, so he came back to eat dry food by himself.
Fortunately, the Xue family's wife came over at about three o'clock and helped him burn the kang, otherwise Zhou Jianjun would have been freezing when he came back and found the kang burning.
"Ahem!" It was dry and cold in this room during the day. The cake was hard and not as delicious as before, and the crumbs fell off when you bite it. Zhou Jianjun took the tea jar next to him and took a sip of warm water, thinking to himself: "I guess
My mother won't be back for a while, and if she can't get off work tomorrow, I'll leave with my father-in-law!"
Zhou Jianjun had a good idea, but the next day, December 10, 1987, Zhao Youcai asked for leave and did not go to work.
"Come!" Just as Zhao Youcai was putting on his leggings, Wang Meilan came over with a bowl of sugar water, handed it to Zhao Youcai and said, "Here you go."
"I didn't ask you to make it." Zhao Youcai glanced at the sugar water and was very satisfied with Wang Meilan's act of making him sugar water, but he sounded very arrogant.
"Didn't you just show off the two times?" Wang Meilan put the bowl down on the kang table, gestured to Zhao Youcai, and said, "Drink, you will feel thirsty when you go up the mountain after drinking."
Zhao Youcai picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank up the sugar water in the bowl. After he handed the bowl to Wang Meilan's hand, Zhao Youcai continued to put on his leggings, but he saw that Wang Meilan hadn't left yet.
"What's the matter with you?" At this time, Zhao Youcai was selfless and didn't say "Lan" at all.
"Ah, what..." Wang Meilan smiled at Zhao Youcai and said: "You go up the mountain, pick out the yellow-haired man, and reshape it every other year, and avoid the cannon eggs. The meat of the cannon eggs is like wood slag, and there is no one to eat it.
"
Zhao Youcai: "..."
Just when Zhao Youcai was speechless, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu came in from outside. When Zhao Jun entered the house, he called Zhao Youcai and said, "Dad, Niuniu is missing."
Hua Niuniu, who was fostered in the backyard of Li's family, disappeared again, but instead of coming to have a private meeting with Black Tiger, she simply disappeared.
"Just throw it away!" Zhao Youcai waved his hand and said, "Why don't you go off to show off somewhere? You'll be back soon."
Hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Zhao Jun clicked his eyes and said nothing. He remembered that when he bought Hua Niuniu at Lao Song's house, someone once said that this little bitch was as good as any male dog in the village, so he must not be able to throw it away.
.When it has enough fun playing outside, it should come back on its own.
At this time, the dog outside the house barked twice. It turned out to be Wang Qiang and Xie Chen came together.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The four of them carried guns, packed dry food, sacks and ropes, and left the house with Wang Meilan's eager anticipation.
Jie Chen drove, Zhao Youcai and Wang Qiang crowded into the passenger seat. Zhao Jun sat alone in the back of the car and left home for Tunnan.
Coming out of Tunnantou and driving along the road to the mountain farm, Zhao Jun suddenly heard two dogs barking while passing by piles of branches.
Dog owners are very sensitive to the barking of dogs. Zhao Jun looked out curiously and saw a white dog standing in front of the branches in the south. And in the direction the white dog was looking, a small spotted dog was chasing the car.
"Niuniu?" Zhao Jun was startled, then turned back and slapped the car wall.
Jie Chen braked suddenly, and the three people in the car got out of the car.
"What's going on?" Zhao Youcai shouted, and at this time Zhao Jun had already climbed out of the trunk.
"Ouch! Ouch!" Hua Niuniu rushed towards Zhao Jun, lifted her body up, and wrapped her front legs around Zhao Jun's calves.
"Oh!" Zhao Youcai walked over, glanced at Hua Niuniu and said, "How do you make your hair disheveled?"
Zhao Youcai used personification in his words. At this time, Hua Niuniu didn't blame Zhao Youcai for saying that. She saw that the hairs on her head and between the two ridged ears stood up in bunches.
There are also a lot of grass clippings and twigs.
"What's wrong with this?" Wang Qiang asked, "Can't I take it?"
"Then shall we send it back?" Jie Chen asked.
"Are you still bothering?" Zhao Youcai said, "Why don't we get out of the car later and tie it up in the trunk. Anyway, there is a sack there, so it won't be cold if it goes inside."
Zhao Youcai's suggestion was good, so Zhao Jun carried Hua Niuniu into the trunk, while the other three remained the same.
When the car started moving, Zhao Jun saw the white dog again. It was standing three to five meters behind the car, wagging its tail and looking at the car.
