The next day, the villagers sent away the troupe actors with affectionate feelings. The fat man invited them to see him off, so he naturally had to send him off. Moreover, the two troublemakers were also escorted to the commune's armed forces. The two hunting rifles were also handed over as stolen goods and spoils. The fat man wanted to keep one, but was stopped by Old Man Wu.

The hunting plan was delayed for a day, and Old Man Wu was a little dissatisfied and issued a serious warning to the fat man: If he didn't go up the mountain tomorrow, he would practice with the living creatures from the deer farm first.

The fat man was so scared that he bowed repeatedly: Good guy, with your shooting skills, I guess no one of them can escape, no matter whether they have two legs or four legs.

After packing up the things and leaving the next day, Qiqi certainly had to follow him. Dapianzi also followed him in the name of taking care of Uncle Wu. There were five people in the group, both men, women, and young. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like you are going up the mountain to hunt. If you say that travel and vacation are still the same.

The dog sledged out of the village, and there was an endless forest and snow field in front of it. After a few snowfalls, the snow on the ground was very thick, and some places were already several feet long.

However, this snow also has its characteristics. When the northwest wind blows, it becomes stronger and stronger. The surface condenses into a hard shell, and people can't even fall into it when they walk on it.

Of course, this is also for normal people. A guy like a fat man who has overweight is simply unable to move forward when he steps on a big pit.

Seeing Qiqi and the big braids stomp on the snow shell, laughing and laughing all the way, the fat man felt very depressed. He wanted to sit on the sled, even if he tried to eat shit, he couldn't pull the fat man even if he tried his best to eat shit, and the fat man had no choice for a moment.

Wang Sanpao looked at the fat man with a smile and came up with an idea: "Fat man, just lie down and roll forward, you will definitely not be able to fall into it."

"Hahaha--" Old Man Wu also burst into laughter with no grace.

The fat man looked at the two old guys carrying hunting rifles behind him, but he didn't dare to react too fiercely: "I can't go, you must remember, don't hit him to death."

He was really unwilling to accept it. On the one hand, he liked the feeling of hunting, and was also thinking about whether he could get some deer, sika deer, etc. to expand the scale of the deer farm.

It seems that I really need to lose weight. The fat man’s wish has never been as strong as he is now.

"It's ready for you." Wang Sanpao no longer teased him and pulled a bunch of wooden strips from the sledge.

"Sled!" The fat man's eyes widened, and he didn't expect that there would be such advanced things in such a backward small mountain village. However, he soon discovered that it was a little different from the sled he had slid before. The whole thing was made of wooden boards and was relatively wide, with four small covers on it. The one in front could just put the shoes in, and the other three sides were tied with ropes, and tied to the ankles and finished.

Sitting on the ground, the fat man tied the sled to his feet, and then he saw Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu were also busy wearing the sled. Old Man Wu also said, "When the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army was walking in the snowy field in the forest, it is said that he had used this thing, and the speed was the same as flying, and even the little Japanese could do nothing."

He picked up two hardwood sticks more than one meter long. The front end of the stick was also wrapped with a bowl-sized log piece. The fat man stood up and scratched it a few times. It felt very light, and it was not bad at all compared to those sleds worth thousands of yuan a pair.

Old Man Wu seemed to have practiced this, and he quickly rushed to the front of the fat man. Wang Sanpao was not a problem, and he used it to enter the mountain every winter.

Qiqi and Dabizi sat on the sledge, and the group suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the snow-covered forest.

The heroic singing of Old Man Wu suddenly sounded in front of him: "Walking through the forest, crossing the snowy field, and rushing to the sky - expressing his passion, expressing his ambitions, and facing the mountains..."

The fat man couldn't help but turn around and yelled at the big braid on the sled: "Uncle Wu came here, it turned out that he was not hunting, but to express his ambitions."

The facts are quite similar to what Fatty guessed. Since Old Man Wu entered the forest, he didn't even move his gun, but just saw the new things. Wang Sanpao happily acted as a guide, and sometimes the fat man also mixed up with a few words. After all, this was his second time going up the mountain.

Seeing that we were approaching Mulenzi House, Wang Sanpao asked everyone to stop: "You can't go there empty-handedly, there is nothing to eat there, we can't go hungry."

After saying that, he put away his sled, then held the hunting rifle in his hand, and did the same move as him, and the old man Wu said, "Lao San, you are the master when you come here. We have to listen to you. If you don't say you fire the gun, I can't move. This hand has long been itchy."

Wang Sanpao hadn't seen Old Man Wu's shooting skills yet, but he heard the fat man say that he shot a dog's fur hat, which scared the two bastards. He felt a little unreliable and couldn't help but feel determined to win.

"Brother, first take a few pheasants, and then take out the flying dragon tonight."

"Okay!" Of course, Old Man Wu would not be afraid of the formation.

The fat man looked at the two old men standing with a hunting rifle and looking up to search for the target. He couldn't help but look forward to it: Whose marksmanship is better?

Papa - A few crisp gunshots sounded, and five or six colorful pheasants fell from the tree. The two old men collected the guns at the same time, then nodded confidently, and finally the two eyes collided.

The two thin dogs immediately ran up and brought their prey back. Each of them hit three, which was comparable in number. However, the three shots of Wang Sanpao were shot by the head, and the pheasant died before it landed.

The three people that Old Man Wu knocked down were all swaying, obviously not hitting the point. The Xidog worked hard for a long time before getting it back. She was so tired that she stretched out her tongue. Maybe she also had a little complaint in her heart: her marksmanship was too poor.

"It seems that Wang Sanpao is better at his skills. Old Man Wu is good at beating people, and Wang Sanpao is good at hunting, and each has his own strengths." The fat man came to the above conclusion.

"Last brother, the marksmanship is good, and he has been working hard for decades." Old Man Wu looked at Wang Sanpao with praise, but it still felt a bit like a master who encouraged his defeated general.

"Lao Wu, you are still powerful, you are worthy of being the sharpshooter in the army." Wang Sanpao actually took the initiative to admit defeat. The fat man was puzzled and couldn't help but look carefully at the three pheasants shot by Old Man Wu.

Nothing else was injured, but the chicken's claws were cut off from the middle. No wonder the pheasants were still alive.

It's so amazing. The pheasant's claws are too thin and cannot be eaten. So I started here and didn't hurt anywhere else. Compared to the three that Wang Sanpao had pulled blood, it was delicious and beautiful.

The fat man was completely convinced. These two old men were more perverted than the other. Fortunately, they were not very murderous intent in their hearts, otherwise the wild animals in the forest would have suffered.

After the gunshot disappeared for a while, the squirrels on the big tree that had just been shocked began to run around again, screaming, probably now showing the fear in their hearts.

Qiqi's little hand suddenly pointed to the tree: "That big squirrel is the worst, you know how to bully others! Hum--"

The fat man looked up and saw that there was indeed a squirrel with purple and black fur on the tree, flexibly walking through the tree. The fur on its body was smooth and smooth, like brocade, so it was particularly conspicuous among a group of squirrels.

It seems that it is not a squirrel, right? The fat man is a little suspicious.

I heard Wang Sanpao's low and surprised voice coming: "Zi Sable, I thought this thing was gone!"
Chapter completed!