Chapter 97: The sound of guns in the jungle

The Daqing Mountains in May are probably its most beautiful season. Various wild flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields, as lively as the market. Looking around, the green meadows become colorful, reminding people of an embroidered carpet.

Bees are buzzing, butterflies are surrounding the flowers, and mountain birds are putting their nests in the grass sill. It is the hatching season. Along the way, the fat man sees many bird nests. The bird nests are woven with fine straw, smooth and soft, like small rice bowls. There are various bird eggs lying quietly inside, and brand new lives are nurturing.

Vitality is the only feeling that Daqingshan gives to the fat man, as if he is also the soul nurtured by this Daqingshan. In the arms of the mountain, his body and mind are extremely peaceful.

"The bird egg tastes good, especially the quail eggs, which are more fragrant than eggs." As the car owner walked, he pulled down the bird's nest in the grass, causing the mountain birds to fly around and make waves of angry cry, probably a swearing person.

"I still think that I am a child, and I am exploring bird nests and eating bird eggs. That is what the little kids are most willing to do." Wang Sanpao was carrying a hunting rifle and was funny with the owner of the car.

The three men went up the mountain early in the morning, and they all rolled up their trousers' legs, and their thighs and shoes were already penetrated by dew.

The fat man smacked his lips: "Uncle Boss, I'm really hungry when you say it. But these bird eggs cannot be eaten, so we will still expect them to catch insects in the future."

"How much can we eat? Just try something fresh?" The owner of the car said happily: "Fatty, you said that you are contracting Daqingshan, and you feel that everything in this mountain is like your own home, and you can't bear to suffer a disaster."

The three of them were talking and laughing, and felt that their minds were completely integrated into the mountains. Suddenly, the fat man stopped and said, "Haha, I'm lucky, I'm encountering a bastard again!"

The boss of the car widened his eyes: "Bangmai, where is it?"

The fat man walked to a pine tree, opened the grass, revealing a green plant.

The two people could tell from the branches and leaves that there was indeed an old ginseng tree in front of them. The boss of Che shook his head while looking at it: "Fatty, I'm convinced you, how did you know there is a stick?"

"This is called blind cats specifically hitting dead rats." The fat man realized that he was too excited just now and was prone to reveal his special abilities.

"Fatty, I have borrowed all of them and I can pass the addiction to ginseng harvesting every year. Unfortunately, this stick is shorter than ever." The car owner lowered his waist and prepared to dig a stick.

"Don't, why do you do your own things? Put them in the fields for a few more years." The fat man suddenly stopped the owner of the car.

"What should I do if I ask someone to pick it?" The boss of Che was worried. When he saw ginseng, there was no reason not to pick it.

"Yes, in addition to our village, there are often outsiders who are wandering around Daqing Mountain, hunting and collecting mountain goods." Wang Sanpao also agreed with the idea of ​​the owner of the car.

The fat man was also a little troubled: Logically speaking, even on the Daqing Mountain, the stick is a rare thing, dig one less, one less.

"Bang--" A crisp gunshot suddenly sounded from the forest, followed by a long howl of a wild boar.

"Someone is hunting, mom. This month is the breeding season for wild animals. According to the rules of the mountains, you have to hang a gun!" Wang Sanpao picked up the hunting rifle and squirted into the forest.

Seeing that the owner of the car was missing, the fat man took out a shovel, dug a circle around the ginseng, and then put the ginseng with the mound into the wooden box.

A fierce quarrel came from the forest. Thinking that both sides had guns in their hands, the fat man hurriedly followed the sound. However, he deliberately made a round half of the circle and went around behind.

There were three young men in front of me, one of whom was holding a hunting rifle, and a big wild boar was lying not far away, still kicking his legs. Obviously, his marksmanship was not very good and he did not hit the vital point.

"Which village do you guys come from? You came here to hunt, and you don't know any rules. You even beat the sows with a cub!" Wang Sanpao shook his hunting rifle and shouted loudly. The fat man hid behind a big pine tree, and you could see Wang Sanpao's angry expression.

The three young men obviously didn't know who they were talking to, so they all rushed: "Where did you come out, you can control it."

"I'm still shy and said, don't you hold a gun too!" A young man with long hair shook his hair and pointed at Wang Sanpao arrogantly.

The third young man still pinched a cigarette in his hand and spoke politely: "What's the matter with your family? I'm pretending to be a big clove of garlic, which onion do you think you're going to be?"

Wang Sanpao didn't answer, his eyes blew fire, approaching the three young men step by step, causing the fat man to think of the angry lion again.

"Don't come over, I'll shoot you when you go further!" The young man holding the gun was a little panicked, and raised the gun in a bluff, aiming the muzzle at Wang Sanpao.

A contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Sanpao's steps did not stop at all: "Boy, do you dare to shoot at someone? Are your claws long?"

Bang - Gunshots sounded, and the silence of the mountains and forests was broken again.

Smack, the hunting rifle in the young man's hand fell to the ground, and a small pit was knocked out less than an inch in front of his feet. It was left by Wang Sanpao's shot just now.

The other two young men were shocked, and then ran away. The one who was holding the gun was awakened and turned around and chased after him. He didn't even care about picking up the scared hunting rifle.

"A bunch of bear bags." Wang Sanpao spat. In front of him, the old mountain god, the three young men were not even as good as babies. But they could only scare them and not hurt others.

He ran in front with long hair, avoided big trees, and drilled into the dense forest. After all, the other party had a gun in his hand.

A long tube suddenly stretched out from behind the pine tree in front, more than one foot from the ground, and was just level with the grass. If you don’t look closely, it will be difficult to find out.

If you don’t pay attention to your hair, you will trip up and throw your mouth into mud. That’s right, it may be more appropriate to call your mouth to eat grass.

The fat man turned out from behind the tree with a red tassel gun. Although he has always been kind, he sometimes occasionally tripped up: "Don't run, you'll have to break your legs if you run!"

This voice was quite intimidating. The two young men behind him immediately stood there and dared not move. Unexpectedly, there were ambushes on the other side, which was amazing.

After being stunned, I realized something was wrong: the fat man opposite was holding a red tassel gun in his hand, and the range was limited, so he continued to scatter. The long hair tripped by the fat man also got up, limped, and ran away in a slight manner.

The fat man simply didn't chase him. What could he do if he caught up? At most, he just wanted to scare him.

The three of them got together, and Wang Sanpao suddenly stared at the fat man for a long time: "When do you think you will do the things about Baoshantou? We have to take it a little while. People outside the mountain don't understand the rules. If this continues, Daqingshan will probably be destroyed in their hands sooner or later."

Boss Che nodded in agreement: "It's better for the fat man to think long-term, even if he's timid, he'll have to do this."

The fat man yelled: "Let's take a look at the wild boar, it seems that it is not dead yet."

The wild boar was bleeding from the back and was arching, which made people admire the strength of the wild animals.

Wang Sanpao approached and took a look: "No, I can't move for ten days and half a month. Qing and others called the wild wolf and tiger as dry food. Don't suffer any more. I'll give you a good time." After that, he pulled out his leg and stabbed it on the wild boar's neck.

"Uncle San, I have Yunnan Baiyao here. Go get some water and I will wash the wounds for it." The fat man quickly stopped Wang Sanpao. This wild boar may be saved. The key is that there is a nest of babies in his stomach.

"It probably doesn't work." Wang Sanpao muttered, but he still got out of the forest with the boss of the car. I don't know what happened, but the fat man's words became more and more worthy of the people of Koshantun.

The fat man approached the wild boar, and the guy's two small eyes immediately showed their fierce eyes, and a humming threat sounded, angry and helpless.

He took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and scattered it all on the back of the wild boar, but the medicine surface was quickly washed away by blood. He raised three bottles in a row, and then gradually stopped the blood head.

"It depends on yourself whether you can live." The fat man put his hand on the boar's hooves, and then the boar disappeared.

Looking at the wild boar lying on the grass by the pond, the fat man made some fruits and put them in front of it. After finishing his work, Wang Sanpao and the boss of the Che also came back, and their kettles were filled with them.

"Where is the wild boar?" The two of them were very puzzled when they saw that there was only a pool of blood left on the grass.

The fat man took the kettle and took a nice sip of the cool mountain spring: "That guy is not seriously injured, he has been hiking into the forest - Uncle San, where does this water come from? It's really a bit sweet."

He knew that Wang Sanpao was not easy to fool, so he quickly interrupted. Wang Sanpao circled around the place where the wild boar had just lying, with a deep thought on his face.

"It's almost noon. Let's put our belly first and go to the place where we fetched the water just now. Uncle San, let's go." The fat man quickly left this place of trouble. With Wang Sanpao's eyes, he probably had discovered a flaw.

A winding mountain stream passed through the forest. The stream was very narrow and could be crossed in a big step, but it was quite deep. The stream inside was clear, the roots of the tree at the bottom of the water, and the small fish passing by with small tails, were all staring straight at it.

"I just drank this water?" The fat man scratched his head: I won't drink all the little fish into his stomach.

"Haha, there are many such ditches in the old forest. We always drink this when we enter the mountains. Fatty, you see, this water is flowing, and it's okay to drink it in your stomach. If it's stagnant water, it will make you feel diarrhea after drinking it." Wang Sanpao stretched out his hands, bent over to pick up the stream water, and then took a sip. The stubble was covered with crystal water droplets.

The fat man also followed suit and drank with water. He reached into the stream with his hands and felt cool immediately. He held it in his hands, as if nothing was left, and took a sip and felt cool and flowing down the esophagus, with indescribable pleasure.

After smacking his lips hard, the fat man's face showed a aftertaste. The water was soft and sweet. After swallowing it, there was still a lingering smell in his mouth.

"It's better than the pure water I've drunk before, mineral water." The fat man sighed in his heart, and suddenly a thought popped up in his mind, and he asked Wang Sanpao: "Uncle San, where did this water come from?"

"That's far away. I've been walking up the mountain. There are several large pools almost reaching the top of the mountain, which are at least seventy or eighty miles away."

"What kind of big pool?" The fat man likes to ask the bottom of the problem.

"I heard from the older generation that the place spurted volcanoes from the underground. I have only been there once. It was my father who led it when I was a child." Wang Sanpao was leisurely and he was obviously trapped in memories of the past.

"Don't listen to him, fat man, today I'll show you the original fresh fish soup." The owner of the car took out a small wooden board from his pocket, with sawed teeth at both ends, and silk threads and fish hooks on it.

"Fishing!" The fat man was excited when he saw it. The owner of the car made him admire him for his skills in fishing. He was really looking forward to making fish soup in the spring water.
Chapter completed!