Chapter 225 The treasure of the poor

A small pot of white fungus and snow clam soup was eaten up by girls of all sizes. The fat man smacked his lips and lifted the big pot: "Haha, let's eat this."

The husky was served on the table and put a piece of black seed into his mouth. It was worthy of being condensed with essence, and the more you chew it, the more fragrant it became; the frog meat was white, tender and delicate, better than too much chicken. The three little guys stared at their little eyes and specifically picked their thighs.

"The frogs condense the essence of the forest, drink the clear spring and dew, eat hundreds of insects, hibernate in ice and water, and have been made after three years of frost and snow. They are worthy of being the best among the mountain delicacies. It is precisely because of this that they need to be protected. Now someone has started to attack. Within a few years, they can catch all the frogs on the mountain." The fat man was filled with emotion while eating.

"Then you still eat!" Big Braida said with a squinted eyes, her eyes full of smiles.

The fat man scratched his head and kept yelling: "Isn't this someone forced me to lose my tricks? Isn't it? I'll have to keep some oil in this toad? If someone goes to confinement in the future, it's easy to use."

Seeing the fat man's malicious eyes glanced over, his big braid immediately turned red and he glared at this guy a few times.

After dinner, the fat man went to Wang Sanpao and discussed delivering New Year's goods to the People's Liberation Army on the mountain. It happened that he had time to go in the past few days. Wang Sanpao also wanted to walk around the mountain, and immediately hit it off.

So I started preparing the frozen fish that was ready-made, put it in a sack and picked it up; in addition, half a piece of pork, four back legs were prepared, each with fifty or sixty kilograms, plus five pairs of pig claws and two pig heads, all of which were burned with fire.

What is left is the bean buns collected by each household. Your house has half a pot, and his house has a hundred, and there are actually several sacks.

Looking at these things, even the fat man was a little worried: If there were no ten young men, don’t want to transport them to the mountain. Moreover, in winter, the temperature is too low, so sleeping in the mountains will cause trouble.

Wang Sanpao has been in the mountains for most of his life, and of course he knows this truth even more: "We have three tents, one can squeeze three people in one, and one who keeps a vigil, and then pick ten strong laborers into the mountain. I have a few pieces of skin I used to collect, and it will not be cold even if it is spread on the snow."

"What a shame, I have to open my eyes." Since it was treasured by Wang Sanpao, it must be impossible to make a mistake.

Wang Sanpao opened a large cabinet at home and immediately emitted a smell of stinky balls (mothballs). Then, rolled it one by one, and then hurriedly locked the cabinet again. The fat man stretched his neck to see what else was inside, but he didn't look at it.

Unfold the skin, one is sewn together with the robe skin, the other is fluffy and white in color, and put on the hand, it is as smooth as water, and it is touched to the bottom, without any hindrance. Although the fat man doesn't know it, he also knows it is a good thing.

"This is fox skin, and it is a rare white fox skin. We two generations of father and son, and only three of them have been together in decades." Wang Sanpao touched the fox skin with his hand, with a proud look. The more precious the fur it was, the more it recorded the hunter's pride.

"Are there many foxes on the mountain? It seems very rare?" The fat man's heart moved and couldn't help asking.

"It's probably two or three hundred." Wang Sanpao rolled the fox fur again, and only then did he see the traces of the stitching from the back.

"So many!" The fat man was also a little surprised.

"The fox is the smartest. When he sees a figure, he will escape even if he hears the movement, so there are not many opportunities to meet people." Wang Sanpao unfolded the third skin, which was a complete one. When he saw the brown and black pattern, the fat man couldn't help but exclaim: "Tiger skin!"

I really didn't expect that Wang Sanpao actually treasured this thing. If Qiqi saw it, he would probably never call it "Grandpa San" again.

"I exchanged this for two old mountain ginseng trees. One of them can last for hundreds of years." Wang Sanpao suddenly sighed: "If I hadn't hunted the tiger himself and peeled off the tiger's skin, I would never be a real hunter."

The fat man scratched his head hard: "This old rule is not acceptable." In the fat man's mind, if Wang Sanpao was not a real hunter, there would be no hunter.

Wang Sanpao also nodded: "In this life, there are at least hundreds of opportunities to hunt tigers. Do you know why I didn't fight? Haha, because I am a tiger!"

The fat man's mood is also a bit complicated, with his admiration for Wang Sanpao and his sorrow for the tiger. The former king of the mountains is not as good as the bullets of humans.

After the preparations were completed, the next day, the fat man and his group entered Daqingshan again. In front of them was a dog pulling a sled, which could at least help reduce the burden. Some utensils, tents, etc. were placed on it.

The fat man suggested bringing the howl with him, but Wang Sanpao rejected it: It would be no fun if the wolf pack was attracted. I guess the big old Qing was so angry that he was tickled.

It is precisely because of this that the hunting guns and foreign cannons in the village were basically collected. In addition to carrying a load, everyone also carried a guy on their backs. There was only fat man who was holding a red tassel gun in his hand.

I heard that the fat uncle was going into the mountain. Qiqi and three little girls rubbed the fat man for the middle of the night and insisted on following him. Although the fat man was easy to talk to, he refused to agree this time: If Qiqi were the only one, he would be successful.

Moreover, it is an extraordinary period, and the relationship with the wolf pack is unprecedentedly tense. If both sides encounter it, who will take care of them?

The roads up the mountain have been completely blocked, and are basically covered with heavy snow shells. It is more than a foot deep, and you will lose your knees when you step on it. Everyone is carrying a shoulder pole and cannot use snow to scratch it. If you wear thumping cotton shoes, the shoes will be covered with snow after walking a few steps, and your toes must be frozen.

But this is not a problem for these men from the mountain. Everyone is wearing a pair of cowhide boots on their feet, which are fat and big, like the big head of a fat-headed fish.

Even the fat man was wearing a pair of such boots on his feet, which was called Wula according to the local name.

The style of this boot is very strange and it is quite troublesome to make. First, the cooked cowhide is smoked into a sauce with grass, and then wrap it on the shoe last (a wooden mold). More than 20 "bun pleats" are pressed out on the toe of the shoe, and then sew the heel to become the toe, upper and soles of the shoe, and become the stylus.

Once, Erya and Qiqi were playing, and the two of them guessed riddles. Erya gave Qiqi a riddle: "There are big and small, the treasure of farmers. There are many wrinkles on the face and many ears. If you can't put it down, you can run away if you put it on."

With Qiqi's intelligence and talent, he didn't guess, so he brought the rescue soldier of the Fat Uncle, but it turned out to be useless. Needless to say, this thing is just a slut. I have never seen this big or small before, so of course I can't guess it.

The biggest feature of the squid is that it is hard and wear-resistant, insulation and cold. When walking in the snow in winter, the snow on the surface of the shoes will not melt and wet the shoes. In addition, the trouser legs are tightly wrapped, so you are not afraid of snow. Therefore, those who worked outdoors in the early years had to have a pair of squids.

If it is just a layer of cowhide, it will not be warm even if it is thick. There is an indispensable part of wearing the squid, which is to put the squid grass in the squid.

Speaking of the famous Three Treasures of Northeast China, the most primitive one should be said: "Kantong Mountain, the Three Treasures, Ginseng mink and Ginseng and Mink."

Speaking of this marsh grass, it also has a great origin. The old saying goes, "Ginseng can live for the rich, but the poor will not get a meal. The marsh can be honored by the noble, but the lowly will not dare to crown it. Only with a bunch of this grass, the poor can keep the cold."

The fat man's pair of sluts were given to him by Wang Sanpao, saying that the slut grass should be placed inside, so that it can be warmer when worn. The fat man has also heard of slut grass, but has never seen it.

After Wang Sanpao said this, he realized that all the weeds placed in the squid can be collectively called squid grass. For example, Tatou grass, Ugly grass, etc., they are soft and hard, and they are all good materials for squids. If there is really no, it is okay to put some corn skin on it.

Halfway through autumn, the grass is cut off, tied into a small handful, and hung it under the eaves to dry it. When using it, use it, use a wooden hammer to pound the grass softly, then flee into the slug, wrap the soles of your feet tightly, and it is hot inside, absorbing moisture and sweat, and even standing in the snow, you won’t freeze your feet.

The fat man wore this kind of "straw sandals" for the first time. He only wore one under the guidance of Wang Sanpao, which felt very good. When he found another one, he had been worn on his feet by three girls in turn, like a big boat, and they all felt fresh.

With the jingling, everyone can walk through the snow with confidence. Everyone has a load of more than 100 kilograms on their shoulders, and the fat man's carry is even more than 200 kilograms, trembling and shoulder pole creaking.

The big dog pulling the sledge runs more easily, running for a while, and then turning back to wait for the crowd behind. Everyone is trekking on the snow, whirling white air in their mouths, and a layer of white frost, sheepskin coat, and a big slut. This outfit alone has more than 20 kilograms, and the burden on their shoulders is really enough.

Fortunately, these men have already trained, step by step, steady, and have jokes from time to time, making fun of them, and they are really a bit angry.

After walking for more than an hour, he put down his burden and took a breath, smoked a bag of cigarettes, and then continued to move forward. He walked until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Sanpao ordered camp.

This month is the shortest daytime of the year, and it will be dark at around 4 pm, so you have to prepare early. Everyone surrounds the burden, then shovels a piece of snow on the hillside and sets up a tent.

Wang Sanpao put up a big pot and started to make soup. In this cold weather, it was more than 30 degrees below zero. There must be hot food in his stomach to withstand it.

The fat man led the two of them to pick up firewood, and the dry shrubs and big branches in the forest were all the.

The mountains and forests in winter seem even more solemn and quiet. The ground is mostly footprints of animals passing by, but they cannot be seen. Occasionally, birds such as pheasants and tits are flying above their heads. Their wings are flapping and bringing the snow on the branches down, which makes people feel a little vitality.

The fat man was holding a big axe in his hand. His eyes were so good that he saw a big tree stump in the distance, so he ran over, and the two people behind him were still picking up branches on the spot.

A red pine tree with only two or three meters high stumps left, probably two or three people would have to hug each other. The fat man swung his big axe and slashed the wood and stirred it down. At night, fire must be collected, which is more burning than the branches.

The wooden stake was dry and it was not difficult to chop. Soon there was a big hug. The fat man was about to stop, but suddenly he felt something was moving inside the stump. When he looked up, he saw a big black head sticking out from the stump.

"The black blind man is squatting in the warehouse!" The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was a hibernating bear inside. It's so great. People are sleeping well, so you can run away and knock on the door.
Chapter completed!