Gong Jian quickly walked out of the small courtyard. He had already moved his limbs just now. He found that his body no longer felt any discomfort. He felt that his family thought that he was too weak.
According to the memory in his mind, Gong Jian walked quickly towards a hill to the north of Chenjia Village. He remembered that if people in the village wanted to collect firewood, they would basically go near that hill. There were many trees at the foot of the hill, and there were no ferocious beasts.
is his destination.
The northern part of Chenjia Village is surrounded by rolling mountains. It is said that there are ferocious beasts in the mountains. People in Chenjia Village do not dare to enter the mountains easily. They only chop some firewood or pick some wild vegetables at the foot of the mountains.
Gong Jian walked halfway and realized that he had forgotten to bring his ax when he went out. He scratched his head in annoyance, wondering why his memory was so bad after waking up this time.
But he had already come this far, and he didn't want to go back the same way. It was already getting late. He also wanted to bring some firewood home. He should have prepared it before the little sister went home. If he goes back now, he will
When the younger sister saw him holding an axe, she would probably stop herself and go out to chop wood.
He clenched his fists in frustration. He could only go down to the foot of the mountain and try his luck. It would be okay to pick up some dead branches.
The Gong family lives on the edge of Chenjia Village. He didn't meet anyone else along the way. It is estimated that people are mainly busy in the fields now, and there are really no people going into the mountains.
Now is the season when vegetation is lush. Gong Jian can only lower his head and walk slowly into the mountains. Once he sees some small branches, he picks them up and takes them back to dry in the sun for a few days before burning them.
Gong Jian just walked and picked up, and soon he had cut off half an armful of branches. Just when he was considering whether to change a way and go down the mountain, he suddenly heard something slight noise in the grass.
He immediately stopped and looked towards the grass with squinted eyes. Sure enough, some grass was swaying slightly.
Gong Jian didn't dare to put down the firewood, so he just held the branches and walked slowly over.
When he was almost close to the grass, he slowly squatted down and used one hand to carefully open the long grass in front of him. Only then did he discover that there was a gray hare eating grass a few meters behind the grass.
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Of course, the little thing is very vigilant. It lowers its head to nibble on grass, then raises its head to look around nervously. Its two big ears are propped up high, monitoring the surrounding movements at any time.
Seeing this hare, Gong Jian couldn't help but feel happy. His family had not been exposed to meat for a long time. But he remembered that he didn't have anything handy, so how could he catch this hare?
Woolen cloth?
But he didn't allow him to think too much. After the rabbit finished gnawing some grass, he began to move slowly to the side.
A piece of meat that was so close could not be let go easily. Gong Jian used his free right hand to slowly pull it along the ground.
Soon, he touched a small stone at his feet. He was a little dumbfounded. There might not be anything else nearby except small stones.
He weighed it back and forth with his fingers and picked up the stone. His eyes were still staring at the rabbit in front of him without blinking.
I don't know if the rabbit sensed danger, or if there was nothing it wanted to eat in this piece of grass. It had stopped gnawing on the grass, as if it would jump away from here in the next second.
Gong Jian really couldn't wait any longer and saw that the rabbit was about to disappear before his eyes. The moment the rabbit turned its back to him, Gong Jian moved.
He ignored his left hand, still holding the firewood, stretching his right arm as much as possible, and throwing the stones in his hand towards the rabbit as hard as he could.
The rabbit heard the noise, but when it turned its head to take a look, the stone had already rushed in front of it. It kicked its hind legs hard and tried to jump up, but the stone missed its head.
, it still hit him hard.
The rabbit was rolled back a few meters by the force of the stone, and then stopped moving.
Gong Jian hurriedly ran out and quickly ran to the rabbit. He caught the rabbit in his hand. Only then did he realize that although the stone did not hit the rabbit's head, the rabbit had already expired.
Blood flowed from his nose.
It can be seen how powerful the stone is. Gong Jian clenched his fist and felt the strength of his right arm. He did not expect that his strength could be so great.
At the same time, he was also a little confused. If his physical fitness was so good, how could he pass out from exhaustion after moving goods at the dock for a few days?
But no matter what, Gong Jian looked at the rabbit in his hand and showed a knowing smile. Now the food at home can be improved.
He carried the rabbit and walked back to where he was before, gathering up the branches that had been scattered on the ground.
Just as he was about to walk back with the firewood in his arms, he suddenly remembered something and stopped again. After a while, he simply spread the branches flat on the ground and wrapped the rabbit among the branches. In this way, from
From the outside, it looked like he just picked up some branches and used them as firewood.
Gong Jian had a feeling in his heart that it was better to hide the prey. Now he didn't care about picking up branches anymore, so he just held these and walked down the mountain along the same path.
It was already evening, and people in groups of three or three had finished working in the fields and were dragging their tired bodies back home.
When Gong Jian saw these people, he hurriedly stepped forward to say hello. The villagers also said a word or two to him in a friendly manner. When he was approaching the door of his home, when he saw the farmyard diagonally opposite his small courtyard,
He felt nervous in his heart.
The fence of that house is higher than that of our own. The fence is made of bamboo and is made of rammed adobe. At this time, the door of that house is half open. A slightly fat woman is leaning on the half door.
Stopped and looked outside.
Looking at the woman, Gong Jian felt disgust in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. Instead, he walked over and greeted the woman: "Uncle."
The woman had seen Gong Jian coming over a long time ago. When she heard him calling her, she blinked her small triangular eyes and glanced at Gong Jian: "Oh, it's Xiao Jian. This is picking up food."
The firewood is gone."
Her eyes kept looking back and forth on Gong Jian's arm and the bundle of branches. Perhaps because there were not many branches, she just turned her head in disgust and stopped paying attention to Gong Jian.
This woman is the wife of Uncle Gong Jian, and the two families have been separated for a long time. In the past, this uncle's mother had looked down on her family. She always felt that her whole family was a mess, and she still insisted on providing a scholar.