When the second and third gunshots were fired, although Zhao Jun could not see anything, he could hear the roar and snarl of the wild boar.
But as the gunfire continued, the wild boar stopped making any sound.
Zhao Jun pulled the bolt of the gun, replaced the bullet, and then turned off the safety. Then he slowly stood up from the ground, put the gun on his shoulder, and groped back.
There was no way back, the remaining bald pancakes were still in the bag. And when he was putting it in the bag, he saw the weathered pine tree that had fallen to the ground not far away. He could cut some seeds for lighting.<
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As for the pig god, he should be dead. But if he is really not dead and has run away, there will be no way to fight him tonight.
Zhao Jun slowly groped along the way he came. On the way, he took out a matchbox several times, struck a match, and shined it on the nearby tree.
How big a light source can a match have?
Especially in this dark mountain, Zhao Jun really had no choice. When he arrived, he had prepared everything, but he only forgot one thing, that is, he didn't bring an electric prod from home.
Zhao Jun searched for a long time and finally found his shoulder bag. He took it off the branch and carried it on his shoulder, and then continued to look for the pine tree Akiko.
Until he cut off a section of Mingzi and lit it with a match, the oily wood was burning with flames and emitting black smoke, but Zhao Jun could see his surroundings clearly.
He cut off another piece of Akiko, holding a torch in one hand, and walked out to the place where the shot was fired. By the light of the fire, he didn't go far when he saw a big guy lying in front of him.
When Zhao Jun came closer, he stuck one of the two torches in front of the pig god's belly, then went around and stuck the other one above his waist.
Then, it was time to disembowel and bleed.
It is too difficult for one person to turn a large wild boar weighing more than a thousand kilograms upside down.
But no matter how difficult it is, the chamber must be opened, otherwise when the chamber becomes smelly, the whole pig will stink.
This wild boar is going to be handed over to his father Zhou Chunming as a specimen. If this pig smells bad, how can it be put in a museum?
Zhao Jun worked hard for a while and was so tired that he was covered in sweat before he turned over the big wild boar.
After standing there with his arms akimbo and breathing heavily for a while, Zhao Jun pulled out the invasion knife from his lower back.
This is about to disembowel and bleed.
This pig god is so big, there will probably be a lot of intestines in his belly, so you have to be careful when disemboweling, otherwise you may accidentally cut the intestines, and you may end up with a whole belly.
So, Zhao Jun carefully cut open the belly of the wild boar, holding the knife in his right hand, making a "yeah" gesture with his left hand, and then inserted his index finger and middle finger into the newly cut incision.
Use two fingers to both sides to hold up the wild boar skin and meat upward from the knife edge, then insert the tip of the knife and cut it all the way up.
As the knife moved, the two fingers also moved upward, always holding up the wild boar's skin and flesh, so that the knife would not scratch the wild boar's internal organs.
The blade continued to move upward, and the blood flowed out along with the wild boar's intestines and belly first. Zhao Jun took out the internal organs and the lantern hanging, and threw them aside casually.
Then Zhao Jun picked up a torch, walked to the side and chopped some wooden sticks. He came back and used the wooden sticks to open the belly of the wild boar. Then he took out the bald cakes in his shoulder bag and hung them on a branch of a tree nearby.
After that, Zhao Jun shoveled a lot of snow into the wild boar's chest.
He did all this to prevent the wild boar from smelling bad.
This wild boar is too big, and big pigs are more likely to stink than small pigs. If it is not handled properly, if you look at it tomorrow morning, the pork shreds will be full of stink, which cannot be washed away.
After finishing this, Zhao Jun gathered some scattered dry branches and withered branches around and lit a fire.
On this day, Zhao Jun was really tired from running around in the morning. He sat against a tree, eating bald pancakes and warming himself by the fire.
He also looked at the pig god lying on the ground from time to time, thinking to himself: "This lets my dad know, how... he must be feeling."
What a filial son, he is still thinking about his father at this time.
And his father is also thinking about his son at this time.
In the vast darkness, a Jiefang brand car was slowly driving into Yong'an Tun. The driver was Lin Xiangshun, and in the passenger seat of the car, two brothers, Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong, were crowded.
Li Dayong started working after the New Year and was transferred to the dispatching team. He has been busy from the time he joined until today.
Seeing that the winter transportation production was about to come to an end, and the dispatch team had been idle recently, Li Dayong gave Zhao Youcai the pocket money he had saved in the past two months and asked him to help prepare a table of food and drinks in the canteen. He wanted to entertain Wu Feng and the dispatch team.
Several deputy leaders of the group.
Because of Li Baoyu's work issues, Li Dayong also invited Lin Xiangshun here.
He drank from the time he got off work until nearly seven o'clock, and the commuter buses were already gone. Lin Xiang drove them home by the way.
When approaching the village, Li Dayong muttered: "I don't know if these two boys came back from fighting the bear bully today."
After saying that, Li Dayong saw that Zhao Youcai was silent, so he lightly touched Zhao Youcai with his elbow and asked: "Brother, don't you worry about your son going to kill Xiong Ba?"
How could he not miss such a son?
But Zhao Youcai, who was sitting by the car door, turned his head out of the car window and said: "If you get so much in one day, this mountain won't be able to accommodate him."
After hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Li Dayong and Lin Xiangshun smiled at each other and agreed not to continue.
But at this moment, all three of them heard the sound of the tractor. Zhao Youcai, who was looking out through the window, paused and sat up instantly.
"Dayong!" Zhao Youcai pointed out. Although he did not turn around, he asked Li Dayong: "What do you see on that car?"
Li Dayong leaned against Zhao Youcai, stretched his neck and looked out the window. He saw a Dongfanghong tractor coming from the west.
About seven or eight meters away from the car Zhao Youcai was sitting in, the tractor turned a corner.
At this turn, Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong's eyes widened instantly.
The next second, Zhao Youcai raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and Li Dayong also blinked hard.
I saw that the tractor's compartment was full of wild boar carcasses, piled one on top with ropes tied to them.
There must be about twenty or thirty people in this carriage.
Zhao Youcai murmured to himself in shock, "Who did this?"
"This..."
Just when Li Dayong was about to answer the call, the sound of a tractor came to his ears again, accompanied by a voice calling "Brother Shunzi".
When Li Dayong looked up, he saw another tractor slowly coming from the village road to the west.
At this time, Li Dayong rubbed his eyes again, because he could see clearly that the person driving the tractor was his eldest son Li Baoyu.
"Brother, that's my son?" Li Dayong said to Zhao Youcai.
He was not showing off his son by saying this, but he couldn't believe it. Especially after drinking a lot of wine, Li Dayong thought he was dreaming or something.
"It's your son, that's right." Zhao Youcai turned to look at Li Dayong and asked, "What about my son?"
