The fat man was carrying a two-tooth fork in his hand and wandered around the fields with Wang Sanpao. The moonlight was hazy and poured down, shining on the corn cobs and soybean pods.

The crickets in the field play serenade, and the toads in the water show their hoarse voices from time to time, setting off a quiet world.

Inside the story, the fat man also became poetic, blurting out a sentence like "The fragrance of rice flowers says good fortune, and listening to the sound of frogs."

After patrolling, the focus is mainly on the north and east sides of the village, because these two sides are connected to the mountains, and most of the wild animals emerge from here.

Wang Sanpao pulled a pile of hay and lit it, and then covered with Artemisia anise, and the thick smoke immediately rose up, and a clear fragrance of Artemisia also spread. Smoke alone did not catch fire, mainly used to infuse mosquitoes.

The two of them sat in the upper vent, smoking and chatting. The main reason was that Wang Sanpao talked about strange stories about hunting in Sanli, and the fat man could only listen to it.

"There is some movement." The fat man suddenly jumped up.

Wang Sanpao listened with his ears in his arms for a long time: "Did you listen badly?"

The fat man shook his head and led Wang Sanpao to trot, running for more than two miles. Finally, four or five black shadows were seen in front.

"Wild boar!" Wang Sanpao raised the foreign cannon in his hand and blasted it into the sky. At night, he saw Qing, and had to shoot in the sky. Even if the wild animals were shocked, he would achieve his goal. This is the rule to prevent the darkness from hurting people in the middle of the night.

Foreign cannons are made by homemade, with fire yao stuffed inside, and iron beads in front of them, and they are filled with large pieces. Although they are not very lethal, they are scary.

A loud bang broke the silent night sky, and then I saw the herd of pigs disappear quickly in the dark forest, leaving only a few terrifying sounds.

The fat man praised: "Uncle Sanpao, this shot will solve the problem, and I will be satisfied later."

"It's better not to touch it. The gun is evil. For example, this foreign cannon is fine for someone to use for the rest of his life, and someone will explode with a shot." Wang Sanpao stroked the slightly hot barrel, took out something from his underwear pocket, and shook it in front of the fat man: "This is my amulet."

With the quiet moonlight, the fat man saw that what he was holding seemed to be a piece of red cloth and couldn't help but exclaim.

Wang Sanpao smiled and said with great happiness: "I know what this is? This is still a piece of white cloth that I asked for when your aunt and I first met thirty years ago, with menstrual blood stained on it, which was specially used to ward off evil spirits."

He put the red cloth under his nose, sniffed it twice, and then laughed. The fat man was speechless. He asked the girl for this as soon as he met. How could he be so fierce?

"If you want to say that your aunt is really good, she is not ambiguous at all. She bit her middle finger and dyed my white cloth red. The middle finger blood wards off evil spirits. She is even better than that. I have no mistakes in my life."

This is how the fat man was speechless when he heard this, and a warm feeling flowed in his heart: I wonder if any woman can treat me like this?

"I have never beaten or scolded your aunt in my life, and I have never touched a finger, just for this." Wang Sanpao threw the foreign cannon behind him, and his body became more and more magnificent.

Pure man! The fat man was also a little excited and praised him heavily.

In the second half of the night, the fat man took out a few sweet potatoes, gathered a pile of fire, waited for the fire to be put out, buried the sweet potatoes in the pile of ash, and then took out a bottle of wine and two pickled cucumbers.

Wang Sanpao's eyes shone: "Okay, fat man, I still have this hand, where did you put the things? I, an old hunter, didn't hear the noise just now, you knew that the wild boar was coming. It seems that I will really have to look for you in the future."

The fat man yelled twice and patted the canvas bag on his neck. In fact, the things were placed in a wooden box, and the canvas bag was just a cover.

Salted cucumbers are like wine, and the more you drink it, the more you get it. After a while, the sweet potatoes are getting better. When you hit the dust, a layer of golden paste will be exposed. After taking a bite, it will be fragrant and sweet. The fat man has eaten roasted sweet potatoes before, but he has never tasted this taste.

After a bottle of wine came to the bottom, it was dawn and the whole night came.

Wang Sanpao stretched and was about to return to the village. But the fat man suddenly stopped him: "Wait, there is another movement."

This time, Wang Sanpao no longer doubted it and followed the fat man to touch it. He saw more than a dozen beautiful sika deer appearing in their sight in the morning mist.

The streamlined body is filled with flower dots, elegant and wild. Their target is a bean field not far away, and the tender green bean pods are a rare delicacy.

Wang Sanpao immediately became extremely focused, his eyes narrowed into slits, his arms steadily picked up the cannon, and under the cover of the grass, he approached the deer.

It can be seen that there are male and female in the deer herd. The big male deer is wearing the newly grown antlers on its head, which is very majestic. Wang Sanpao aims at the buck walking in the front.

"Uncle San, don't shoot, catch the alive." The fat man had long been lit up. The sika deer antler produced by sika deer is the best among deer antlers, and is known as the Three Treasures of the New Northeast, together with ginseng mink fur.

Developing the sika deer cultivation and breeding industry is many times better than raising chickens and ducks.

Wang Sanpao lowered his voice: "Catch the live ones, try to catch them, even the wolf can't catch them. Although the antler is a little old now, it's okay. It can still have deer skin and venison. It's worth it. The medicinal wine you kid drank last time has a deer whip inside."

How could the fat man’s century-old plan be ruined easily: “Uncle San, I can’t fight, I want to keep the gang.”

"You guy is too ambitious. Sika deer has been rare in recent years. You have finally seen a nest, so how can you not fight?" Wang Sanpao did not look back at all, and he was concentrating on moving forward slowly. When he reached the distance, he was ready to hold the fire.

The fat man was also anxious: "Uncle San, please go back to the village and call Qiqi. I'll be here to guard it. If you shoot, don't think of drinking with me in the future!"

The last sentence played a little bit: "Boy, if you can't catch any one, I want you to look good." After saying that, he stuffed the gun into the fat man's hand and ran into the village.

The fat man was not sure, but there was no better way, so he had to ask Qiqi to take action, hoping that her charm would be effective for the sika deer.

In less than half an hour, Wang Sanpao ran back with Qiqi, followed by Maomao. It grinned and scratched Wang Sanpao's thighs from time to time, probably because it regarded him as a kidnapping.

"Uncle, why are you asking someone to come early in the morning - the little deer!" Qiqi shouted happily and rushed towards the deer. At this moment, the deer had entered the bean field and was eating happily.

Wang Sanpao did not care about gasping and asked the fat man angrily: "You don't care about the harm of the crops. This is a look at the green - this dead monkey is so fucking."

"Shh-Look at the situation first. If you catch the deer, everything will be worth it!" The fat man stared at Qiqi, whose little head was revealed in the grass, and prayed in his heart: "It must be successful, my curiosity!"
Chapter completed!