Chapter 1,180: Being too good at marksmanship is also a worry
Zhao Youcai left without looking back. Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng took turns trying to persuade him to stay, but they could not keep the leader in his tracks.
"Brother, let me see you off!" Seeing that Zhao Youcai had decided to go, Zhao Weipeng wanted to drive him off, but Zhao Youcai waved his hand and walked down the hillside alone.
Looking at Zhao Youcai's retreating figure, Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng looked at each other speechlessly.
Seeing Zhao Jun looking at him, Wang Qiang smiled bitterly and whispered: "My brother-in-law's shot was too hard. The black blind man would have killed him with one shot, otherwise he would not have been able to hang himself on the tree."
This is true. Even if the black blind man is seriously injured after being shot, it will still jump down the tree if it gets stuck in the branch.
But you can’t blame someone’s marksmanship for being too good, right?
"Okay, uncle." Zhao Jun sighed softly and said, "Let's drag this black blind man down. After that, let's quickly slip out of the condom."
"Brother Jun." At this time, Jie Chen leaned towards Zhao Jun. He was holding the semi-automatic left by Zhao Youcai in one hand and the bear's gallbladder with almost only the gallbladder left in the other hand.
Zhao Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, took the bear bile and put it in the mouth of a small cloth. Although there was still some bile in the blind bear's bile, after drying in the shade, the bile skin was heavier than the bile powder, so it could not be sold at a high price.
It used to be able to sell for 1,500 yuan, but now it's okay to sell it for 150 yuan, but it's hard to sell it for 200 yuan.
A fortune from a mountain means life if you sell more or sell less. But Zhao Youcai was different. In order to go hunting today, he gave Wang Meilan a hundred yuan.
As a result, he lost the money-making business in one shot.
Zhao Jun packed the bear's gallbladder, and together with Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Zhao Weipeng, dragged the black bear out of the mountain with a rope. After getting in the car, the four of them rushed to the next hill to catch its feet.
The roe deer caught its feet last Friday, which was the day Er Zhao slaughtered the cattle. Today is Tuesday, and many days have passed.
The four of them entered the mountain field and walked eastward on the ridge. This area also belongs to the 27th forest class, but it was logged last year, leaving knee-high tree stumps. This year, branches were sprouted from the tree stumps.
This kind of branches and the leaves produced by the branches are the main food source of the roe deer in winter.
Zhao Jun placed his feet in such a place, which was convenient for catching the roe deer foraging here, and there was no tree felling operation around.
But Zhao Jun's trapping operation this time was different from the previous ones. Previously, the trapping operation was in autumn, and holes could be dug in the ground. But now that the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, they have to bury the trapping feet in the snow.
There is a saying about burying in the snow, if it is not buried firmly, it will be unstable, and the roe deer will fall if its legs and feet are scratched. So when Zhao Jun, Jie Chen, caught the foot, he cleared the snow around the foot and stood it in the middle.
Next, pat the snow around the claws and pile them up like a hill.
Keep patting the snow until it is solid, and then run to the next place to catch your feet again.
After walking around for a while, the snow I shot earlier froze, and then I pushed the snow back to completely cover it.
Whether it is a trap or a trap, it must be marked. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the mountain runner is, he will not be able to find the trap he has set.
But this mountainous area is clear-cut. Last winter, Tang Xiaomin and his men cut down all the trees on the two slopes, no matter how big or small.
Without trees, there is no way to make marks. If you draw on the snow, you will easily offend others.
Zhao Jun led the way, looking at Nanshan as he walked.
The four of them walked downhill until they were facing Nanshan Mountain.
This area of the mountain was cleared, and after clear-cutting, not only the tree stumps were left.
Once the big trees and small trees are gone, there is no cover. The grass seeds and tree seeds brought by birds and animals take root and grow. The twigs and vines that grow out are mostly covered by heavy snow, but the old thorns and the like can survive in a year.
It has grown to be as tall as a person, and its roots are almost as thick as an egg.
"Oops!" Wang Qiang turned sideways to avoid the old thorn shoots and sighed: "There are a lot of old thorn buds on this slope."
"Damn it!" Zhao Weipeng cursed from behind, but he didn't scold Wang Qiang, but the barbed poles. He was wide and fat, and Zhao Weipeng sometimes couldn't pass where Zhao Jun and the others could pass. Along the way, Zhao Jun and the others
People waved their swords from time to time to clear the road for Zhao Weipeng.
Zhao Weipeng carefully passed by sideways. The pole was full of hard thorns. Although he was wearing thick clothes in winter and was not afraid of being stabbed, his clothes would be scratched if he was not careful.
"Hey? Brother Jun!" Suddenly, Jie Chen, who was opening the way, turned around and said to Zhao Jun: "There are so many old thorn buds on this slope. Let my mother and the others come to hug the old thorn buds next spring."
Three months ago, Jie Chen would never have dared to say this. But after this period of study and transformation, Jie Sun was able to learn to do all the sewing and mending work.
As soon as Jie Chen finished speaking, before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhao Weipeng said with complaint: "What is this? There are piles of them with thorns."
"This is the old thorn thorn. Over there..." Wang Qiang came to his senses mid-sentence and said, "Ah, you don't have it over there."
"Uncle, this thing is a wild vegetable." Zhao Jun stopped, pointed at the old thorn bud stem and said to Zhao Weipeng: "When the buds sprout in spring and grow so long, break them off and eat them."
Zhao Jun said, gesturing at the length of five or six centimeters.
When he heard that it was edible, Zhao Weipeng asked: "Is it delicious?"
"Then what can you say?" Wang Qiang said with a smile: "It must not be as delicious as meat (you)."
Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and said to Zhao Weipeng: "Let's eat wild vegetables. Just eat fresh ones. The old thorn sprouts don't have a strange smell. In the spring, pick out the tender ones and blanch them in water. After that, fry some egg sauce and it's ready for dinner."
These days, wild vegetables are very important to mountain people.
When spring comes, the cabbage and radishes stored in the previous year are almost eaten. Especially after the Qingming Festival, sauerkraut cannot be eaten yet.
At that time, people in the mountains had wild vegetables on their dining tables.
Not only the old thorn buds, but also the willow buds, big leaf celery, cucumber...
Although these things are inconspicuous now, in more than thirty years time, a kilogram will be sold online for thirty or forty.
"Ouch! Ouch!" As soon as Zhao Jun finished speaking, there were screams in the distance.
"What are you calling?" Zhao Weipeng reached out to pick up the gun, but was stopped by Wang Qiang.
"Roe deer!" Wang Qiang said: "They must have stepped on my eldest nephew and others."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I heard someone talking, and the roe deer screamed one after another.
A nearby roe deer barked, which also caused a distant roe deer to bray.
One after another, the screams were urgent and restless.
The name of prey excites the hunter's heart. At this time, even Zhao Weipeng's whole body was full of energy.
The four of them followed the shouting and just walked about three meters away. Jie Chen pointed to the lower right and shouted: "What's that?"
The yellow one was lying on the snow. Jie Chen couldn't help but know that it was a roe deer. He shouted to attract the attention of the other three people. Because this roe deer was lying on the snow and motionless.
"Dead roe deer!" Zhao Jun glanced at it and said: "Ignore it, let's tease the living one first!"
The roe deer stepped on the roe deer, which made it difficult to move. It was even more difficult on the snow. He could survive for two days without food. The key was that the hillside was not blocked. The roe deer could not move yet, and it would be very difficult at night.
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The four of them continued walking down, and not far away they saw a roe deer lying under a tree stump.
When the roe deer saw the person coming, it pulled its neck and howled, but it couldn't even struggle to get up.
"Hahaha!" Zhao Weipeng laughed strangely, ran two steps to catch up with Zhao Jun in front, and said: "Nephew, take a picture of my uncle."
After saying that, Zhao Weipeng was about to run towards the roe deer. He remembered that Zhao Jun said that after catching the live roe deer, he would take a set of photos of Boss Zhao capturing the beast.
"Huh?" Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang took action almost at the same time, and the uncle and nephew grabbed Zhao Weipeng together.
"You're fooling around. If you go over there, they'll nag you again!" Wang Qiang said angrily.
"Ah?" Zhao Weipeng asked in surprise: "Does the roe deer still bite people?"
"The rabbit still bites people." Wang Qiang said again, and then Zhao Jun said to Zhao Weipeng: "Uncle, mountain animals are different from domestic animals, they are wild. If you catch it directly like this, it will be easy to kill (chuǎ)
you."
As he said that, Zhao Jun led Zhao Weipeng in a circle, going behind the roe deer's butt.
The roe deer couldn't get up, but it could move its head. When it turned its head, it saw Zhao Jun, and Zhao Weipeng touched behind him. The roe deer became even more panicked.
But at this time, it had no choice but to scream.
But the more it barks, the more excited the hunters become.
Zhao Jun took out the rope from his pocket, held the rope with both hands and tied a noose on one end. As he walked, he shouted to Zhao Weipeng: "Uncle, I will use this to put a noose on it. When you are done, you pull the rope and I will give you a pat."
open."
The howl of the roe deer echoed throughout the mountain. People were talking to each other normally, but they couldn't hear each other clearly, so they had to shout.
After hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhao Weipeng's eyes lit up and he kept nodding.
The closer the two got to the roe deer, the louder the roe deer screamed. It tried to struggle to get up, but failed several times.
Zhao Jun frowned slightly, endured the roe deer's sonic attack, threw the loose rope noose onto the roe deer's head, and pulled the rope noose down the roe deer's head and around its neck.
Zhao Weipeng happily stepped forward to grab the rope, and then raised his arms high to match his body, really like a warrior trying to capture a wild beast.
After Zhao Jun finished taking a picture, Zhao Weipeng changed to tug-of-war, and then changed to carrying a rope on his back...
After taking seven photos in a row, Zhao Weipeng asked Zhao Jun, he put down the rope, went over to hold the roe deer's back with one hand, and pinched the back of the roe deer's neck with the other hand.
What can a roe deer do?
The roe deer struggled desperately, and Zhao Weipeng urged Zhao Jun to press the shutter.
After taking three more photos, Zhao Weipeng got up from the roe deer with satisfaction. Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, and Jie Chen stepped forward and tied the roe deer's hooves with ropes.
In this way, the four men of Zhao Jun worked hard until noon and harvested three live roe deer and three dead roe deer.
The dead roe deer was frozen and hard, but there was no doubt that it must have had a stinky chest.
The Zhao family doesn't know how to eat smelly meat, let alone sell it for money. So except for the four legs of these three roe deer, all other meat will be fed to the dogs.
It was already twelve o'clock at noon when the four people loaded the six roe deer into the liberation vehicle. They brought dry food with them when they came from home, but none of the four people ate it, so they took the vehicle back home.
Jie Chen drove Jiefang himself, pulling the roe deer behind him. Zhao Jun drove a jeep, carrying Wang Qiang and Zhao Weipeng in front.
"Hey? Uncle." Zhao Jun remembered something while driving and said to Wang Qiang, "Shall we take the dog up the mountain tomorrow?"
"What are you doing, nephew?" Wang Qiang asked.
"Let's see how many wild boars we can catch." Zhao Jun said, "As promised to our team leader, we have these live roe deer, but we still have a few wild boars left. It's New Year's Day, so we have to take care of things for others."
"That's true..." Wang Qiang also remembered something when he was talking, and said to Zhao Jun: "Nephew, your dad still owes someone a wild boar."
"What?" Zhao Jun was startled and then heard Wang Qiang say: "He promised to catch wild boars for those...Liu Renshan and Wu Feng, this..."
Zhao Jun twitched his lips when he heard this. A leader of the statistics team and a leader of the dispatch team, his careless father can really take over the job.
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At the same time, in a canteen of Yongan Forest Farm, workers were eating and chatting.
Today I ate cabbage stewed vermicelli in the cafeteria, just two steamed buns, and a few workers sat in the corner.
One of them said in a sharp voice: "Eat cabbage and potatoes every day."
Listening to his voice, you can tell that he is Cui Da Xiao.
"Fuck!" A person next to him continued: "You are saying this as if your family is taking advantage of it. Is your family the only one who can eat like this every day?"
This is really not an insult. The four villages of Yong'an are all family areas, and the majority of families are wage earners. But even so, not every family can eat stew every day.
Most people only have cabbage and potatoes at night, and pickles and miso in the morning and at noon.
"Who says it's not?" Another person took a bite of the steamed bun, then raised his head slightly, moved his chin forward, swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, and whispered: "Look at Li Dayong and Lin Xiangshun, they can eat it, you pretend
J8 hairy?"
Cui Daxiao ate some cabbage, clicking his lips while chewing, but stopped talking.
At this time, the man sitting across from Cui Daxiao leaned his upper body forward slightly and said in a low voice: "I heard that this guy from Zhao Youcai's family drove a wild boar to our canteen this morning."
"Yes, I heard about it too." The person next to him answered, "They talked about disemboweling the body and letting blood, but after it was weighed, it still weighed seven or eight hundred pounds."
"Why don't you put it under the fire wall in the back kitchen?" One person said: "Before cooking, I heard Han Dachun say that putting it there will soften it and make it easier to peel the skin."
"Then will we have meat to eat tomorrow?"
"Even if there is meat, it is not good meat." One person curled his lips and said: "Old Zhao's family hunts, and he eats the good ones at home, and sells the bad ones to the canteen."
"That's not good!" Cui Dada said: "With such a big cannon, no one can eat the meat."
"Stop being so loud." As soon as Cui Dajiao finished speaking, someone asked: "Is it delicious? Are you going to eat the stew tomorrow?"
"Why don't I eat it?" Cui Dada said: "I am a forest farm employee, why should I not eat it?"
"Huh?" At this time, someone asked: "Didn't Zhao Youcai sell the old cow to the canteen? If he wants to sell beef, that's great, we can all follow suit."
"What are you thinking about..." Cui Daxiao was about to answer when he saw the cotton door curtain at the door was opened, and then someone walked into the cafeteria.
"Oops!" Cui Daxiao was startled. Seeing him staring blankly at the door, the people at the table all cast their gazes away.
Zhao Youcai, with a stern look on his face, walked towards the kitchen. He walked from Lin Class 27 to the forest farm in one breath, which lasted nearly three hours.
As he walked like this, the energy and blood all over his body became hotter and hotter as he walked. The lining of Zhao Youcai's cotton-padded jacket was even wet, but his heart felt cold.
"Brother!" Seeing Zhao Youcai come in, Li Dayong suddenly stood up. Wu Feng, who was at the same table with him, and Liu Renshan, who was at the table next to the fire wall, also stood up.
Today is the 22nd, and it’s almost New Year’s Day. Everyone is waiting for the wild boar gift that Zhao Youcai promised!
