The tiger and the leopard's colt have not yet been written down, but they have the aura of eating cows.
Lynx cubs are weaned from milk and meat around the full moon.
Just like Wang Meilan said before, Little Lynx doesn't even want to drink malted milk recently.
Zhao Jun recalled that this little guy was brought back by Li Ruhai on October 12th before it started to rain heavily.
And today is November 7th. In addition to the days when the little lynx followed the big lynx, it is estimated that it is now full term.
At this time, the little lynx's eyes were still dark when he was held in his arms. A pair of bright black eyes were staring at an enamel helmet on the windowsill.
This enamel helmet has a cover, and it is now covered tightly. I don’t know what is inside.
Seeing the little lynx like this, Wang Meilan put her finger on the little lynx's forehead.
Wang Meilan laughed and said: "This little thing is so treacherous!"
When Wang Meilan's fingertips touched the little lynx's forehead, the little lynx's ears moved toward the middle and she squinted her eyes, looking very cute.
Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this. Wang Meilan's "treacherous" just now did not have the slightest derogatory connotation. The opposite of "treacherous" to stupid, it means smart.
And Wang Meilan's tone was full of endearment, this little guy is so cute now!
Wang Meilan reached back and took the small helmet from the window sill, and opened the cover with her other hand.
At this moment, the little lynx pulled out of Zhao Jun's arms and stretched its little head towards the little helmet.
Zhao Jun raised the hand that was scratching its neck, pressed the little lynx's head, and pushed it back into his arms.
"What?" This time it was Zhao Jun's turn to stretch his neck. He took a look inside the helmet and saw that it contained poultry's internal organs, with intestines connected to the heart and liver, one string after another.
"It was cleaned up by the Sha Ban Chicken." Wang Meilan said: "When I clean it up here, it will run out and scratch the door to close the house for it."
"Ah!" Zhao Jun nodded slightly, and then asked: "Have you fed it?"
"No." Wang Meilan put the cover on her helmet and said, "You haven't left home, can mom feed you?"
Zhao Jun smiled at Wang Meilan, held the little lynx in one hand, and held the helmet in the other as he entered his room.
Seeing the blood food in front of him, the little lynx became less honest in Zhao Jun's arms.
Zhao Jun put his hand around its abdomen and pressed its back against him. At this time, the little lynx pressed its front paws on the neck of Zhao Jun's hands, and its back paws pushed up Zhao Jun's forearms.
Although Zhao Jun was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and was covered by the sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket, no matter how anxious the little lynx was at this moment, it did not dare to expose its paws from its paw pads.
Not showing his claws in front of others is not the result of Zhao Jun's training, but a coincidence.
I remember one time, Zhao Na snatched this little guy from Zhao Hong's arms. When the little lynx was suddenly dragged away by Zhao Na, it may have been frightened. One of its hind paws was exposed, and the tip of its claw scratched it.
Zhao Hong’s cotton-padded jacket sleeves.
The lynx has five toes on its front paws and four on its back paws. That time, Zhao Jun used a file to smooth the four tips of the little lynx's paws.
This is actually the same as raising pet cats and dogs. They have to cut their nails regularly. Zhao Jun did it very lightly at the time, but the little guy was afraid. When it moved its paws in confusion, he filed the smoothed paws hard.
Rubbed it for a while.
Zhao Jun had not studied lynx much before, but he guessed that this little guy should be like cats and dogs. There are blood lines in the claws, and the nails should not be cut too deep.
At that time, the little lynx's claws were still immature, and after rubbing it, it started to bleed. Although the blood flow was not large, it might be that the fingers were connected to the heart? Anyway, it made the little guy scream in pain.
From then on, the little guy never showed his claws when he was with others.
Zhao Jun was very satisfied with this.
You say lynx is small, but how big is a leopard? Lynx is just short in body. The largest male lynx in Northeast China is no lighter than a native leopard.
And in terms of ferocity, the lynx is no less ferocious than the Siberian leopard.
Zhao Jun raised this little guy for hunting, but he had to live with his family. Since he had raised him from a young age, even if he let him live in a cage in the future, he had to ensure that he would not be attacked when feeding.
Zhao Jun put the small helmet on the table with the malted milk, then reached into his trouser pocket, took the small copper whistle in his hand, put it to his mouth and blew it.
When the whistle sounded overhead, the little lynx raised its head and glanced at Zhao Jun, but then it looked at the food.
At the same time, the hunting dogs outside the house came out of the kennel one after another. Wang Qiang, Zhang Yuanmin, and Jie Chen heard the whistle and saw something strange, so they hurriedly walked into the house together.
Zhao Jun held the whistle in his mouth, put the little lynx on the kang, and then took the small basin over.
As usual, the little lynx jumped onto Zhao Jun's lap and put its front paws on the edge of the table, waiting for Zhao Jun to feed him.
These half-and-half chicken entrails were originally intended to be fed to jackals, so Wang Meilan and the others tried their best to remove the intestines as cleanly as possible.
Those three jackals are still in a cage in the backyard of Li's house, but they are living a miserable life.
There is no other way. If you have something at home, even if people don’t eat it, you still have to let the dog eat it.
Moreover, each of the more than ten dogs from the two families is fatter than the last. After they finish eating, what will be left?
These three jackals have never touched a bite of the leftovers from Lao Li's family. What they usually eat the most are potatoes and melons. Zhao Jun and the others caught badgers a while ago, but the dogs wouldn't eat their internal organs.
, just to make these three jackals cheaper.
The chicken's internal organs were too few. Today, the family dog went hunting again. Wang Meilan also believed in her son's ability, so she became kind and planned to give these internal organs to the jackals to satisfy their craving.
But then the little lynx appeared, and they had no part in it.
There is no way, people are biased. Those three guys behind the Li family's house cannot be surrounded or sold for money. They are quite ugly and they are really not wanted by anyone.
Thinking of the three jackals, Zhao Jun suddenly remembered something.
Jackals are also carnivores, but now the three jackals of the Li family are eating potato seeds and melons, and they are still alive and well!
"My great nephew, you're here!" Wang Qiang walked in at this moment, with Zhang Yuanmin and Jie Chen following behind him.
"I'll feed it some food." Zhao Jun took the open helmet and gave it a look at Wang Qiang and the others. Then he remembered something and asked Wang Qiang: "Uncle, do you have any cannonball skins at home?"
"Yes!" Wang Qiang asked, "You want it?"
"Give me a piece." After Zhao Jun said to Wang Qiang, he turned to Zhang Yuanmin and said, "Brother, before you go home in the evening, you go with my uncle and ask him to give you the piece of cannonball skin."
The cannonball skin that Zhao Jun said is literally what it means. It is all left over from previous wars. Some mountain people use it to make knives, and some use it to make spearheads.
"Brother, what are you going to do?" Zhang Yuanmin asked, then Zhao Jun said: "Be a sentry for me."
After saying that, Zhao Jun pointed to the whistle made of bullet shells on the table and said to Zhang Yuanmin: "It has to be different from this one."
"Then I understand." Zhang Yuanmin responded, and Zhao Jun took out a set of lantern hangings from the helmet, pulled the intestines and handed the relatively heavy heart to the little lynx's mouth.
"Ouch! Woah woah woah..." The little lynx bit into it and kept nodding its head to swallow it. After swallowing the heart and liver, it kept nodding down and pulling out its intestines.
After the intestines were eaten, the little lynx still stretched its neck and looked at the little helmet.
"Okay!" Zhao Jun put his hands on his belly and threw him into the kang. Then he covered the little helmet, picked it up and left.
Seeing this, the little lynx jumped directly off the kang, causing everyone to exclaim.
These hunters in the Northeast call the lynx a tiger cub, not just because it looks like a tiger cub.
Another important reason is that it is good at jumping. This is different from the Amur leopard, but it is very similar to a tiger.
The hunting dogs that Wang Dalong raised before were killed by a large lynx group. There was also an old cook from 78 Lengchang, Hu Dahai, Zhao Jun's master in his previous life. His nephew Song Dong went up the mountain to hunt with eight dogs and was killed by a Siberian tiger.
Seven dogs were killed.
Zhao Jun had visited both battlefields, and by observing the injuries of the dogs, he could tell that lynxes and tigers killed their enemies by grabbing and biting.
And it was repeatedly grabbing and biting.
As for how they hunt down escaping hunting dogs, as mentioned before, they are good at jumping.
Not only pounce, but also jump.
It can be seen from here that compared to the Siberian leopard, which is good at running and chasing, tigers and lynx generally do not run, and some just jump one after another.
This saves more energy, and they are more focused on killing with one hit.
Tigers are the king of beasts and should be rampant, but their hunting is more about ambushes and sneak attacks.
The same is true for lynx, but compared to tigers ambush in the grass or behind trees, lynx prefers to ambush in trees.
They are somewhat similar to leopards in that they can climb trees. However, leopards can jump between trees, but lynxes are not so capable. They mostly do it from the bottom up or from the top down.
Just like the dogs that died in Wang Dalong's family at the beginning of this spring, they were killed by lynxes that climbed up trees repeatedly.
Although the little lynx was just one month old at this time, its physical fitness was really good. It jumped out of Zhao Jun's room, but was stopped by Wang Meilan with her feet.
Zhao Jun pushed open the door and went out, placing the small helmet containing the entrails of a half-roasted chicken on the outside window sill.
Because he had just blown the whistle, the hunting dogs were all in the yard. When Zhao Jun came out, the black tiger waggled its tail happily at Zhao Jun.
Black Tiger didn't eat less today. It's an exaggeration to say his belly was touching the ground, but it was also quite bulging.
Zhao Jun glanced at Black Tiger, then at the small helmet placed on the windowsill, and hurriedly picked it up and placed it on another window sill further away from Black Tiger.
But when he thought that this guy often untied the rope by himself, Zhao Jun turned around and pointed at Black Tiger and shouted: "If you dare to pick up the window sill, you will be beaten!"
When Zhao Jun pointed at him, Black Tiger's wagging tail suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, he was yelled at by Zhao Jun. Maybe Black Tiger still couldn't understand Zhao Jun's complicated words, but it could feel that what Zhao Jun said was not a good thing.
The black tiger lowered its tail, tilted its head and glanced sideways at Zhao Jun, then turned around and headed back to the kennel.
"You are so stupid!" Zhao Jun also had nothing to do with bullying the dog. He caught up with the black tiger, raised his foot and hit the black tiger's butt, and the black tiger plunged into the den with a "ouch".
Then Black Tiger turned around in the kennel, stuck his head out and said to Zhao Jun: "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch..."
"Haha." Zhao Jun ignored it and turned around and went into the house and said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, I have to go out early tomorrow morning."
"What are you doing?" Wang Meilan said, "It will snow tomorrow."
"It's okay." Zhao Jun said, "I'll go to the north of Yongfu and I'll be back in less than two hours."
"What are you doing?" Wang Meilan asked again, and then heard Zhao Jun say: "I'm going to grab some medicine."
Black Tiger's legs need treatment.
Speaking of Black Tiger's leg, after it was broken, I went to the Yongxing brigade to find a doctor to splint it and give it anti-inflammatory injections. The bones grew fine, but after the leg grew, it didn't dare to touch the ground and walk slowly.
It's okay, but I'm limping when I start running.
It happened that Huang Gui had such a trick, so Zhao Jun thought about giving Black Tiger a pair to make his injured leg stronger.
Back in Lingnan this time, Lao Shao's family gave Zhao Jun a seedling of ginseng, and Hen's family still had it. Now that they have ginseng chicken soup, they just need some medicine for external application.
There is no traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Yong'an Forest District, but there are a few local doctors, such as Lao Xu Tou, who grafted Li Baoyu's arm, and Mrs. Sun, who specializes in treating dog bites in Yongsheng Tun.
But these two rely on craftsmanship and folk remedies. If you want to buy medicinal materials, you have to go to Yongfu Village. There is a local doctor there, whose skills are passed down from ancestors. He not only goes into the mountains to collect herbs, but also goes down to the city twice a year to go to the drugstore.
Substitute herbs you don’t have.
For example, the medicinal materials written on Huang Gui's prescription are common muscle-strengthening and bone-building medicines. As Song Lan said, the doctor Gai Fang'er is very capable, and the medicinal materials he wrote are all available to people in the village.
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There is only one medicine called Heixiazi Bolenggai. This medicine is stored in the mountainous area and can be obtained by asking for help.
For Zhao Jun, this was no longer a problem. Every time he beat a blind bear, he would not only put away the bear's bile, but also pry off the bear's nose, corrugated cap, and even the bear's teeth.
Over the past year, Heixiazi Bolenggai has saved a small pocket.
Zhao Jun also put away the fangs of the cannon eggs. Although no one recognizes these things now, in ten or twenty years, the Mingzi who started the fire will be treated as a piece of literature.
Are teeth okay?
In Zhao Jun's collection, the most impressive ones are the two canine teeth of the Siberian leopard. The pair of leopard teeth are nearly five centimeters long and have sharp and slightly curved tips.
Zhao Jun told Wang Meilan before that he would get medicine to treat Black Tiger's leg. Wang Meilan did not object, but Zhao Jun said he would get medicine, and Wang Meilan also knew why he kept silent.
I was afraid that Mrs. Jiesun in the room would hear it.
But this was not because Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were afraid that Xie Sun would steal the black tiger chicken soup, but because they were afraid that Xie Sun would not understand what they were doing.
After all, these days, people in forest areas and rural areas don’t know what pets are, and hunting dogs are not willing to spend so much on dogs, even if they are good hunting dogs.
When a dog is injured, it's okay to give him two bottles of anti-inflammatory injections, but it's impossible to make soup for the dog with hens and ginseng.
Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were afraid that Mr. Sun would make irresponsible remarks, so no one said anything.
But at this moment, Wang Qiang came in from outside and called Wang Meilan: "Sister, the pig is being killed, you take a basin to catch the blood!"
"Hey!" Wang Meilan agreed, and she and Jin Xiaomei each carried a basin and ran out.
Zhao Jun also followed him out of the house and saw a small yellow-haired creature lying on the chopping board, with its mouth open and constantly wailing and roaring.
"This is a cry!" Wang Meilan couldn't help but say something when she heard the pig's screeching sound.
Hearing what she said, Wang Qiang laughed and said, "How about fixing it, sister? Bind the pig's mouth?"