Wang Demin controlled his alcohol consumption very well and stopped drinking when he was tipsy.
Lu Lu and Chen Xiuyu listened to him tell a lot of interesting things that happened in his past. After drinking and eating, he took matters into his own hands and helped to use the pure tiger bones and medicinal materials that Lu Lu had left behind.
Soak in sorghum wine.
According to Wang Demin, it can be used after soaking for a month.
Many of those medicinal materials are valuable.
When Wang Demin was leaving, Lu Lu asked aloud: "Uncle, how much did you spend on those medicinal materials?"
"Twenty-three dollars!"
No need for Lu Lu to say more, Chen Xiuyu immediately went back to the house to get the money and handed it to Wang Demin.
Instead of giving in like the previous times, this time Wang Demin directly took it and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes: "I know you are rich, so I won't be polite to you."
"That's how it should be!"
Lu Lu smiled, and together with Chen Xiuyu, sent him out of Caodianzi, and then watched him humming and singing away.
After taking care of the horses and ingots, Lu Lu patrolled around the fence of the meadow. When he returned to the house, it was already dark.
Chen Xiuyu was on the kang, doing needlework and mending Lu Lu's clothes that were torn on the mountain.
Lu Lu made two cups of honey water and put them on the Kang table: "From now on, remember to drink some every morning and evening. Use warm water instead of hot water. Drinking it is good for your health!"
Chen Xiuyu temporarily put down what she was doing, picked up the honey water and drank it all in one gulp.
Lu Lu looked at her and smiled, and also drank the honey water. Seeing that she was about to pick up her work again, Lu Lu put the small dustpan with needlework aside first.
"What are you doing?" Chen Xiuyu looked at Lu Lu blankly.
"It's dark, what can you do?"
Lu Lu bent down and picked her up, and walked directly to the bedroom. As he walked, he said, "Of course I want to do something that I should do in the evening!"
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For the next day, the couple focused all their energy on those bees.
I shoveled the extra honeycombs on the inner wall of the beehive, checked the status of the bee colony, cleaned the garbage at the bottom of the box, and added the nest foundation. I did part of it yesterday, and I was busy all day long today, and it was only completed in the evening.
Tomorrow will be the day of protecting the autumn. Lu Lu must recuperate. He doesn't dare to study postures with Chen Xiuyu at night and goes to bed early.
Early the next morning, Lu Lu got up early and fed Yuanbao and the others half full. Zhui Feng also fed a lot of black beans. After carefully checking and calibrating the semi-automatic, the gun was filled with bullets.
After breakfast, Chen Xiuyu helped tie the bullet bag: "Be careful when entering the mountain."
"It's okay. I'll be with Qingzi, Brother Zhao, and thirty or forty militia brothers. There won't be any problems."
Having a large number of people is a big advantage. Even if the people participating in Huqiu are not good at hunting, they have all participated in militia training sessions and played with guns, and they all have semi-automatic weapons. With so many people, even if they have big claws, they dare to come.
They can also be sieved.
All fear is due to lack of firepower.
With such a big momentum, even a timid person will become very manly.
"Brother... is gone!" Zhao Yongke shouted from outside the house.
Lu Lu pulled Chen Xiuyu over for a hug, kissed her on the forehead, turned around and left the room, and was surprised to see that Zhao Tuanqing had also returned.
He led Zhui Feng and walked towards the fence gate.
Seeing Lu Lu move, six hunting dogs immediately ran forward happily.
"Dad Zhao, when did you come back?" Lu Lu asked in surprise.
Zhao Tuanqing did not stay at Wulaga for many days and came back early as Zhao Yongke said.
"I just went to get a set of hunting knives and meet a few old friends. How long will it take? I came back yesterday morning."
As Zhao Tuanqing spoke, he took off the hunting bag he was carrying and took out three hunting knives from it and handed them to Lu Lu.
Three hunting knives with beautiful birch wood grain and engraved simple patterns are all very beautifully decorated.
Lu Lu took the knife and couldn't put it down, looking through it in his hand. As soon as the knife was pulled out, the cold light shone, and he couldn't help but praise: "What a knife!"
"Nonsense, these three knives are all made of cannonball heads. The old guy worked for three days to make them according to my requirements. They are all made of good iron. The old guy didn't even want to give them to me after they were made.
, he had to force me to treat him to two drinks before taking it out."
Zhao Tuanqing said with a smile: "Who over there can see these three knives and not praise them. I made them specially based on my many years of experience in using knives."
Oroqen hunters often carry three Oroqen hunting knives with different functions.
Among them, the sharpest and larger knife is used as a hunting knife, responsible for assisting in hunting and later processing prey.
The other larger knife is used to handle more tedious tasks such as ropes and wood.
As for the smallest one, it is used as a more common table knife.
The hunting knife that Zhao Tuanqing gave Lu Lu was very similar in shape to the Mongolian knives that Lu Lu had seen, except that there were some changes in the blade edge and the thickness of the back, and there was a specially made blood groove on it.
In fact, Oroqen hunting knives have no fixed shape. Most of the hunting knives they obtained were to exchange their prey with Han people or other ethnic groups for the knives they liked, and then brought them back and polished them themselves.
The shape is not single, there are various styles.
Or in other words, the Oroqen hunting knife itself is closer to a rough concept, it is a hodgepodge.
But it has to be said that they were most influenced by the nomadic Mongols.
The distribution of the Oroqen people in history extends from the northern part of the current NMG to the east and to the northern part of Sakhalin Island. Of course, there are not only Oroqen people in such a vast land.
Including Mongolians, Manchus, and people who have had a lot of contact with Xiaori, Lao Maozi, etc., as well as people who have been pouring into the wilderness since they broke into Guandong, and are changing this land crazily.
Everything is changing rapidly.
In addition to a pair of beautifully polished deer bone chopsticks, the hunting knife Lu Lu received was also equipped with a Huren fire sickle. Although the method of making fire was old, this fire sickle was also very useful in special circumstances.
The three knives are more like subdividing the Mongolian knife with multiple uses.
Coupled with this very careful and exquisite decoration, the three knives can be regarded as collectible items.
Lu Lu pulled out the hunting knife and swung it a few times. It felt very comfortable in the hand. The hunting knife was tied to his waist. As for the other two, he put them in his hunting bag.
"Thank you, Father Zhao. These three knives will be my family heirlooms from now on."
Lu Lu said happily.
This is much better than the knife used to kill pigs.
Even Zhao Yongke who was on the side kept looking at Zhao Tuanqing when he saw the three knives. He wanted to open his mouth several times but held back.
“As long as you like it!”
Zhao Tuanqing smiled and nodded, shook the reins with both hands, and rode forward.
Lu Lu and Zhao Yongke followed closely behind.
All the way to Xiushan Tun, we saw more than 40 militiamen lined up in four rows on the threshing floor, each with a semi-automatic on their shoulders. They looked at Zhang Shaofeng in front of them, mobilizing them.
He was originally from the army, and he often went to the district for meetings and so on. In this regard, he was very enthusiastic. The people carrying the guns were all young and strong, and it was the time when the blood was boiling.
Every response was sonorous and powerful.
This is hunting in the mountains, which is more interesting than boring militia training.
Chen Xiuqing, who was sitting under the persimmon tree and waiting, saw Lu Lu and others arriving and rushed forward to greet him. Lu Lu nodded at him and motioned for him to listen to Zhang Shaofeng's speech.
"... Every year, since the corns are harvested, wild boars and bears will be picked up by the smell, and they will cause harm until the autumn harvest. There are also small ones, pheasants, rabbits, badgers... If the crops are not protected,
, they can make these grain harvests impossible.
The land has just been delivered to each household, and it is something that everyone has worked hard for all year long in exchange for their blood and sweat. The next year will be spent on this food, and we have to support national construction. Everyone asks, can we let them harm us?"
Zhang Shaofeng said loudly.
"No!" A group of young men below responded in unison.
Zhang Shaofeng nodded: "We have only one purpose, to protect our crops. It has just arrived in September, and the grass in the mountains is deep and the forests are dense. It is not a good time for hunting. In previous years, we could only hunt in a group, but we also suffered a lot.
, especially the two old bastards from Fuxintun and Qingshantun, who are full of evil. Last year, one of our brothers was injured because of this.
But this year is different. We have more than one good hunter in our village. Brother Lu is even more capable of hunting tigers. You don’t have to be bullied anymore. What you have to do this year is just to guard the crops and don’t worry about wild animals.
, if you dare to rush out of the mountain, you will be done with it, the bullets are enough, no matter what it is. Wait for Brother Lu and others to enter the mountain, separate a few brothers, and follow them to carry the meat..."
Listening to Zhang Shaofeng's instructions, Zhao Tuanqing frowned.
"Are you planning to let nothing go?"
As a traditional old Oroqen hunter, I felt a little uncomfortable listening to Zhang Shaofeng's words that were no different from extermination.
"Dad, we talk about benevolence and righteousness to the prey. We want to allow these beasts to continue to reproduce. We can't hunt the young ones, and we can't hunt the pregnant ones. We have to choose the older ones... If we really do this, the big ones will be hungry.
My stomach is full."
Lu Lu smiled and asked: "Do you think people are more important, or are these more important?"
"Of course they are human beings..." After Zhao Tuanqing finished speaking, he was slightly startled.
"So, the big claws that harm people must be killed, and those that harm crops must not be spared. If those rules are followed, many people will not be able to survive."
The rules set by the older generation pursue a state of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, but who can truly achieve this?
When you are short of food and drink, all rules are nonsense.
If we were to sneak around, there would be dozens or even hundreds of meters between us, who would know if it was a pregnant female?
When setting a noose or trap, who knows whether the one caught in the trap is old or young?
If you set up a dog fence and let the dog out, it will bite everything it sees. How can you avoid it?
But not everyone has the ability of an experienced Oroqen hunter to tell the size of male or female prey through traces such as footprints and walking postures.
This is just like people can't tell beasts not to cause harm. There are no rules. Humans and beasts are in a state of life and death these days. The country still needs furs to earn foreign exchange and medicinal materials to supply medical treatment.
Maybe there are still people who follow it, but they are very few and far between.
"But if we fight like this, in a few years, there will be no wild animals to fight!" Zhao Tuanqing still shook his head.
"There's nothing we can do about it, at least not now."
Lu Lu couldn't tell him that even the extremely arrogant wild boars would live to protect animals in future generations, because there was no such condition now.
"This is why I advise you to go down the mountain and settle down, because you really can't hunt for a few more years! What we have to do is to adapt to current events."
Seeing that Zhao Tuanqing was still frowning, Lu Lu decided to give him a strong dose of medicine: "Dad, this is actually just like you Oroqen people hunting deer all year round. Don't you also hunt deer fetuses? Also, here we are.
When we hunt for meat in autumn and build fire surrounds, who cares whether the fire goes down or whether the prey should live?"