In the early morning of the next day, before it became dark, Zhu Pingan woke up from his sleep. Last night, he dreamed that his mother had made him a steaming bowl of chicken soup. When he woke up, he realized that he was in this deserted wilderness, between the gaps.
It's so big and so lonely.
The firewood from last night had been extinguished, the north wind was howling, and the wind was echoing in the shanty. Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but shiver, and he hurriedly got dressed and got out of bed, packing up the bedding.
The only companion, Black Horse, made a pile of excrement in one night, and looked at Zhu Pingan with an innocent face of Killing Horse. Damn, he looks like a super popular Vietnamese star, and he is so cute.
The first thing in the morning was changed from calligraphy practice to the daily routine of shoveling shit. After that, I boiled water and washed myself, and then practiced calligraphy for a while.
The sky was overcast and gray, and there was no sunrise. It was only after breakfast that the visibility gradually improved.
Zhu Pingan was wearing a thick leather coat, a fur hat, and leather boots, sitting on the back of a black horse, holding a book in his hand, and reading while riding. Because there was only this mountain road, he was not afraid of going the wrong way, so
He just let the horse ride the horse and the horse reined in the horse. Zhu Pingan occasionally looked up and looked at the direction to confirm that the direction was correct before continuing to read.
This place should be the southern part of the Dabie Mountains. The mountains are undulating. After walking for a long time, I still haven’t seen anyone.
After walking on the mountain road for more than one mile, Zhu Pingan suddenly felt his fingers getting cold while reading. He looked up and saw tiny snowflakes falling.
Hurriedly, the small snowflakes became larger, thicker, and densely packed. Clusters of snow flew down, like countless torn cotton balls tumbling down from the sky.
In an instant, the mountain path turned white, and Zhu Pingan heard the creaking sound when the black horse was walking on the mountain road.
So Zhu Ping'an put the book in his hand into his cross-body bag, holding the horse's reins with both hands, and asked the black horse to slow down. He would rather be slower and more steady than rush into an accident.
The snow is falling harder and harder, and everything is pure white.
Zhu Pingan was riding a black horse on a mountain path, watching the north wind blowing snowflakes in various trajectories. When he turned a corner along the mountain road, Zhu Pingan saw a gray dog with dirty hair.
The scruffy long-haired dog stood in the middle of the mountain road.
There is a dog here? It seems to be an old dog.
Having a dog means having a family.
Zhu Ping'an took a look and suddenly felt a little happy. After walking in the wilderness for more than a long time, he was finally going to see someone.
But if a good dog doesn't block the road, why is this old dog standing in the middle of the road, looking straight at the black horse and himself? This dog's eyes are quite bright, amber.
Seeing the old dog blocking the road in front of him, Shamate Black Horse stopped in his tracks. The hoofs of the horseshoes could not stop tapping on the snow, and his breath made a snorting sound.
Damn it, why don't you leave this guy? Zhu Ping'an pulled the reins of the horse, but the black horse got angry and refused to move forward. The black horse still stared at it with a grunting look on its face.
The old dog in the front.
Zhu Pingan was about to dismount to see why the black horse was not leaving. When he was about to dismount, Zhu Pingan caught a glimpse of the old dog in front of him.
Well, although this old dog is a bit older, its eyes are still bright and gray, with a green back and yellow belly, and a fluffy tail.
etc.
Dragging the tail?
Zhu Pingan stopped his movements. He looked at the old dog in front of him carefully, and then, in the snowy cold winter, Zhu Pingan had sweat on his forehead.
The old dog stood in front calmly. Its tail was still moving, and its amber eyes were staring straight at him and the black horse.
"howl"
The old dog calmly adjusted his breath and started barking in a roundabout way at the top of his lungs. It was as unpleasant as it sounded, and it made him panic.
This is an old dog, that is obviously an old wolf.
What to do if you encounter a wolf?
Zhu Pingan once asked a classmate in Inner Mongolia this question before, and the classmate said this:
When you encounter a wild wolf alone, don't turn around and run away. Humans can never compete with wolves in speed. The correct approach is to stay put, make direct contact with the wolf's eyes, stare at it, don't move away, and persist.
Hold on for as long as you want.
Is this enough?
When the classmate heard this, he grinned: Well, this will make your death more dignified.
Although the classmate made a lot of jokes, there is still one saving grace, that is, don't turn around and run. You can't even ride a horse, and you can't run at the speed of a wolf.
Another reason why you should not run away when you meet a wolf is because the wolf may think it is prey and want to run away or launch an attack and it will fight back. When confronting a wolf, it is best to retreat slowly, especially
It means retreating to places with a lot of people. Generally, wolves are afraid of crowds and will not attack people rashly if they are not completely sure.
Of course, this is not possible at this time. This is a barren mountain, and I am alone with nowhere to retreat.
However, although Zhu Pingan broke into a cold sweat, he did not panic. He looked at each other calmly and calmly while thinking about how to deal with it.
Wolves are afraid of fire and can be driven away with fire.
Zhu Ping'an thought of this method. He carried a fire fold with him, and a set of fire sickles and flints in his baggage. He could just take an old piece of clothing and light it with the fire fold, and he should be able to drive the wolf away, if nothing unexpected happened.
Because of Zhu Ping'an's calm look at each other and the sound of the black horse's hooves hitting the ground beneath him, the old wolf on the opposite side was a little worried and did not attack immediately.
This old wolf was originally the alpha wolf of the wolf pack in the mountains. Due to old age and frailty, he was defeated by a young wolf half a year ago. The old wolf became an old wolf that was expelled from the wolf pack. It has been wandering for half a year because of old age and hunting.
Its ability is not as good as before, and it has been hungry for a long time. It has wandered to the outskirts of the mountain for some reason. It has been hungry for several days. Now it has snowed heavily again, and experience tells it that hunting will be more difficult for a long time in the future.
Therefore, despite his worries, hunger forced the old wolf not to give up, and his amber eyes were looking for the right time to attack.
While looking at each other, Zhu Ping'an slowly reached for the hidden buckle on the saddle, fumbled with one hand to open the noose, and slowly buckled the dagger given to him by his elder brother Zhu Pingchuan for self-defense into his sleeve, holding the dagger in his hand.
Zhu Ping'an became even more calm.
If you have a dagger to defend yourself, you can also start lighting a fire to drive away the old wolf.
In order to buy time, Zhu Ping'an first placed a few pieces of dried meat prepared by his mother, Chen, on his waist for snacks, and threw a few pieces at the old wolf.
When Zhu Pingan was thrown away, the old wolf lay low, raised his back hair, pulled his lips and ears to both sides, exposed his front teeth, arched his back and roared several times.
When the dried meat was thrown at him, the old wolf arched his back and took a few steps back to avoid the dried meat and retracted his tail.
When he saw the dried meat that Zhu Pingan had thrown away, the old wolf sniffed his nose vigilantly. While staring at Zhu Pingan with a pair of amber wolf eyes, he crawled and took a piece of dried meat into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it in one gulp.
Down.
Then, the old wolf ate a piece of dried meat while staring at Zhu Pingan.
Sure enough, it was a white-eyed wolf. After eating, it was still staring at him, with no intention of giving up the hunt. Zhu Pingan clasped the dagger, held the fire folder, looked at the old wolf and cursed. (To be continued)