It rained lightly early the next morning, but this did not affect Huang Hanxiang and his group's hunting interest at all.
Not only Huang Hanxiang, but also his friends. Everyone put on hiking shoes and clothing and rushed to the hunting spot by bus.
Minister Hong of the Beichong Armed Forces Department had already made preparations. Fifty militiamen were mobilized locally, all of whom were familiar with the terrain. Commander Zhang brought seven or eight soldiers - not ordinary machine soldiers, but hard-working soldiers.
That kind of.
The soldiers carried guns, bullets, parasols, first aid kits and cooking stoves, as well as several staff officers, carrying large and small bags.
The hunting place was initially chosen to be deep in the mountains, but there were really few prey here. Often, even if we had to drive up two hills, we would not see any prey.
There were so many people who came with Huang Hanxiang, and everyone wanted to shoot twice to enjoy themselves. In one morning, they only shot four pheasants, two hares and a pig badger - this was because a sharpshooter shot them in time.
Refill the gun.
At noon, everyone had lunch at the foot of the mountain. Because the Golden Dragon Bus in Beichong was there, it was very convenient to prepare lunch. Chen Taizhong paid special attention to Huang Hanxiang and found that there was no reaction. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart - Lao Huang is worthy of being from a top wealthy family.
Here, similar equipment is just commonplace.
Because there were occasional streaks of rain stars floating in the sky and the temperature in the mountains was not very high, everyone drank a little bit of wine. Minister Hong used the drunkenness to say that if we want to hunt deer and other things, we have to do it in the mountains, but hunting wild boars
Hare, let’s go outside the mountains.
Zong Baoguo and others nodded in agreement. These days, even wild animals really know the benefits of entering the city.
This is not a lie. The distribution of hares, pheasants and wild boars near the villages is much denser than in the mountains. These omnivorous animals go there for food. Where there is more food, there are more creatures - the so-called man-made birds that kill money.
Die for food.
Animals like deer, which are very timid and prefer to eat herbivores, stay in the mountains.
With this suggestion, everyone decided to go hunting around the village.
In the afternoon, the number of prey increased indeed. Not only did we catch five hares, but under the guidance of the village hunter, we also shot a litter of two large and five small wild boars, and six pheasants.
The prey was astonishing, but the manpower used was even more astonishing. From the militia to the army, there were more than a hundred people, plus the more than twenty hunting people, plus the relevant logistical support, this hunting was not special.
economy.
But everyone was here to have fun, so it didn't matter. After returning to the sanatorium, everyone took out a few pheasants and threw them over, as well as some wild mushrooms collected on the road, and asked the courtyard to make mushroom stewed pheasants for everyone.
If there are local people here, they will definitely not collect poisonous mushrooms, and stewing wild chicken with wild mushrooms is also a very luxurious way for city people to eat.
We also stewed a few hares, but wild boars, pigs and badgers cannot be prepared in a short time, so everyone agreed that you pack them and we will eat them tomorrow.
That night, in a villa in Beichong Sanatorium, Huang Hanxiang made a decision, "Let's go hunting in the reservoir tomorrow and go fishing in the reservoir the day after tomorrow."
On the second day of hunting, Chen Taizhong did not accompany him the whole time, and then something happened.
There was a farmer who also went into the mountains to hunt. He was wearing camouflage uniforms and suddenly took a dump of wild excrement on the roadside. Because the grass nest he was squatting on was shaking, some militiamen thought that there was a big prey here.
Fortunately, since we were not sure what kind of prey it was, we couldn't shoot at will. It would be bad if we hurt people, so we surrounded it from both sides.
The farmer finished defecating, picked up his pants and stood up. He saw four or five black gun muzzles around him. Looking further, he saw a group of people surrounding him. He opened his mouth in shock. After a long time, he squatted on the ground.
He started crying, "I just pooped. Is this what you are doing?"
"Nima, we thought it was a pig badger. We didn't shoot. I'm sorry for you. We don't know what to wear." Huang Hanxiang turned around and left angrily. "The hunting environment is very bad. Let's go back first and go fishing tomorrow."
alright."
It was only 3:30 in the afternoon when we returned to the sanatorium. We had been in Beichong for three days and basically wandered around outside. We only came back when we were sleeping. Today we were able to enjoy the beautiful scenery here.
The pavilions and other places were all occupied by people, but after Ma Yuanyuan said hello, the waiters and security guards quickly set up an awning and put out tables, chairs and tea for the leaders to relax.
Under this environment, Huang Hanxiang played poker with his friends all afternoon and felt refreshed. When it was time to eat, he stood up and stretched, "Don't tell me, this place is really comfortable to live in."
Others also feel this way. When it comes to air, the capital cannot compare with this place. There are always other places with good air, but Beichong in the rainy season is so fresh and humid that it is really refreshing, especially for those with rheumatism.
I'm sick, I shouldn't like this kind of weather, but I can't feel the pain even if I stay in a sanatorium.
Early the next morning, Chen Taizhong rushed over and accompanied Huang Hanxiang and his party to Qingyang River Reservoir for fishing. The fish here were wild and pollution-free.
The Reservoir Management Committee belongs to Haijiao Province - this was negotiated when it was built. After all, the lower reaches of Qingyang River are Haijiao.
The management committee is very strict about the reservoir and does not allow people around the reservoir to fish or raise fish in cages. This does not apply to people from Hengbei and people from Haijiao.
As soon as a group of people here set up their fishing rods, a motorboat drove over, and the people on the boat shouted, "Put it away, put it away, no fishing is allowed in the reservoir."
"This is a leader from the capital. Come and have fun," Chen Taizhong replied loudly. Fishing is not allowed because he is telling the people. "Your management committee entertains leaders fishing not just once or twice."
"Comrade, what are you talking about?" The management committee member quit, "This is a reservoir on the Cape."
"When two families built it together, when did it become yours?" Zong Baoguo quit and started shouting loudly. In the past two days, he had been very fond of Mr. Huang, and Mr. Huang also said it, wasn't it?
Twenty-three cents? I'll ask Xiao Chen to tell you later.
So at this moment, he had to be extra expressive, "Do you believe I brought the assault boat over for fishing?"
The management committee also saw that this group of people was really unambiguous, and there were a few of them in military uniforms, so they laughed and replied, "Well, then you can say hello to our leader... That's okay, right?"
Don’t make things difficult for us.”
"Zhu Tao or Quan Weimin?" Chen Taizhong took out his cell phone and asked in a deep voice.
"I wish... just wish the secretary, the power always belongs to the earth and electricity," the reservoir manager said, his tongue a little tied.
Chen Taizhong dialed his cell phone. Within five minutes, a painting boat parked opposite the reservoir began to move slowly. The manager of the reservoir here said with a smile, "It turns out to be Secretary Chen. You told me... the boat is moving.
Let’s get on the boat and go fishing.”
"I just wanted to be at ease and didn't want to alarm you," Chen Taizhong smacked his lips.
Not long after, the boat docked, but the people in Cape Town did things a bit unethically. There was no place for the boat to dock on the Hengbei side, so everyone had to get on the motorboat first, and then get on the boat.
"A place like this must be built here in Hengbei," Chen Taizhong instructed the reservoir management. "If you don't build it yourself, I will build it in Beichong. But by then, we will also need to get a few boats."
The people in the management committee could only smile and nod, saying that this was our negligence and we would fix it later - as the reservoir management party, of course they cannot just sit back and watch as Beichong also has boats. This would really be difficult to manage. In comparison,
I mean, building a concrete platform is really nothing.
Anyway, we came here for fun. After this little discomfort, everyone got on the boat one after another. Soon the boat moved to the middle of the reservoir and stopped. Various fishing rods were placed on the boat. The people from the management committee also enthusiastically suggested what should be used for the welcome.
bait.
Chen Taizhong originally wanted to settle down with Uncle Huang and then leave to do other things, but now he is sitting on the boat and has nowhere to go. He can only control the work remotely through the phone.
Fishing is really a matter of luck and skill. In the whole morning, everyone caught a dozen fish, only two of which weighed more than one kilogram. However, near noon, someone caught a fish weighing seven or eight kilograms.
The squid.
This was very rare. Everyone worked hard to help, and it took a long time to pull the fish up. Huang Hanxiang took a look at it and sighed regretfully, "This fish has too many tiny spines, making it difficult to eat."
"That's because you can't catch it. You must be jealous." The person who caught the fish was an old lady. She looked at him proudly, "I like fish with many spines and can eat them slowly."
Huang Hanxiang rolled his eyes helplessly. Facing these old friends, he had to endure the ridicule.
Lunch was hosted by the management committee. They had a boat in the reservoir, regularly scooped up floating objects, and also cast nets for fishing, so there were many fish from the reservoir in the meal.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the motorboat approached the boat. This time it was Zhu Tao who came on board. He smiled as soon as he got on, "I didn't know that the chief was here to give guidance. I came late. I'm very sorry."
Everyone who was fishing looked at him and had no reaction. They just sat there calmly, minding their own business. An old man even raised his index finger at him and said, "Shhh!"
Chen Taizhong smiled at him and nodded, but Secretary Zhu glanced around and saw Huang Hanxiang, so he walked forward quickly and said softly, "Mr. Huang is here?"
Huang Hanxiang was taking a nap while leaning on a wicker chair. Hearing these words, he opened his eyes and looked at him lazily, "Oh, it's you."
"It's me, Xiao Zhu," Zhu Tao replied with a smile, "I didn't know you were here all the time, or you would have been here long ago."
"It's okay, I didn't let Xiao Chen talk," Huang Hanxiang replied casually, "You can go talk to him, I'll take a nap."
Although Huang Hanxiang is old, his memory has always been excellent. He even knew that this person was named Zhu Tao, but he met him with Zheng Wenbin, and Director Zheng had a good relationship with his third son.
I'm too lazy to pay any attention to this person.
Seriously, Xiao Chen, how could he casually leak out my information? (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)