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Chapter 225: The Treasure of the Poor

A small pot of white fungus snow clam soup was eaten by the girls, and the fat man smacked his lips and opened the cauldron: "Hehe, let's eat this." ”

The husky toad is brought to the table, and a piece of black seed is put into the mouth, which is worthy of the essence condensation, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and the frog meat is also white and delicate, which is better than chicken. The three little guys stared at the little ones and specifically picked their thighs.

"The forest frog condenses the essence of the mountain forest, drinks the nectar of the clear spring, eats hundreds of insects, hibernates in ice water, and becomes after three years of frost and snow, which is worthy of being the best in the mountains, and it is precisely because of this that it is more necessary to protect, and now someone has begun to start, within a few years, the forest frog on the mountain can catch a fine light. The fat man was full of emotion while eating.

"Then you still eat!" said Big Pigtail, squinting his eyes, his eyes full of smiles.

The fat man scratched his head, and hehe: "Isn't this being forced to have no tricks, in the future, when the frog factory forms a scale, and then there is a plan to hunt, hehe, this toad oil has to be left some, in case someone is confined in the future, it is easy to use." ”

Seeing the fat man's malicious gaze glance over, the big braid immediately turned red and glared at this guy fiercely.

After dinner, the fat man went to Wang Sanpao to discuss sending New Year's goods to the People's Liberation Army on the mountain, which happened to be empty for the past few days. Wang Sanpao also wanted to go into the mountains for a walk, and immediately hit it off.

So the preparations began, the frozen fish was ready-made, put into a sack, and it was ready; in addition, the pork half, and four hind feet, each of which weighed fifty or sixty pounds, plus five pairs of pig claws, and two pig heads, all of which had been burned clean with fire.

The rest is the bean bags from each family, half a pot in your house, a hundred in his family, and there are several sacks.

Looking at these things, even the fat man was a little worried: there are not ten great guys, don't think about transporting them to the mountains. And in winter, the temperature is too low, and sleeping in the mountains is also a sin.

Wang Sanpao has been mixed in the mountains and forests for most of his life, and of course he knows this truth even more: "We have three tents, one can squeeze people, and if we leave one vigil, we will pick ten strong laborers to go into the mountain." I have a few skins that I used to collect, and they don't cool even if they are spread on the snow. ”

", I need to open my eyes. "Since it is treasured by Wang Sanpao, it must not be wrong.

Wang Sanpao opened a large cabinet at home, and immediately emitted a smell of stinky balls (mothballs), and then, roll by roll, three pieces came out, and then quickly locked the cabinet again. The fat man craned his neck to see what was inside, but he didn't look at it.

Unfold the skin, one is sewn together with the skin of the robe, the other is fluffy and snow-white, and the hand is on it, smooth as water, and it is wiped to the end, without hindrance. Although the fat man doesn't know it, he also knows that it's a good thing.

"This is a fox skin, and it is a rare white fox skin, we have been father and son for two generations, and it took us decades to make up three. Wang Sanpao touched the fox skin with his hand, his eyes proud. The more precious the fur, the more it records the pride of the hunter.

"Are there many foxes in the mountains, it seems to be rare?" the fat man's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask.

"I guess there are two or three hundred. Wang Sanpao rolled the fox fur again, and from the back, he saw the traces of stitching.

"So much!" the fat man was also a little surprised.

"Foxes are the most clever, and when they see a human figure, even if they hear movement, they will slip away, so there are not many opportunities to meet people. Wang Sanpao unfolded the third skin, which was a complete one, and when he saw the brown and black pattern, the fat man couldn't help but exclaim: "Tiger skin!"

I really can't imagine that Wang Sanpao still treasures this thing, if this is seen by Qiqi, it is estimated that he will never be called "Third Grandpa" again.

"I bought it in exchange for two old ginseng trees, one of which can be used for hundreds of years. Wang Sanpao suddenly sighed: "If you don't hunt the tiger yourself and peel off the tiger's skin, you will never be a real hunter." ”

The fat man scratched his head vigorously: "This old rule is unacceptable." "In the fat man's mind, if Wang Sanpao is not a real hunter, then there will 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 belong to the tiger!"

The fat man's mood is also a little complicated, there is admiration for Wang Sanpao, and there is also sorrow for the tiger, the former king of the mountain, but it can't compare to human bullets.

After the preparation, the next day, the fat man and his party entered Daqingshan again. In front of it is a dog pulling a climbing plow, which can also help reduce the burden, and some utensils, tents, etc., are placed on it.

The fat man proposed to bring the howl with him, but Wang Sanpao rejected it: it wouldn't be fun if the wolves were summoned, and it was estimated that the old man was itching his teeth with hatred now.

It is precisely because of this that the shotguns and foreign cannons in the village are basically collected, and everyone carries a guy on their backs in addition to carrying a burden. The only exception is the fat man, who has a red tassel gun in his hand.

I heard that the fat uncle was going into the mountain, Qiqi and the other three little girls grinded the fat man for most of the night, so they had to follow. Although the fat man is usually easy to talk to, this time he resolutely refused to agree: if Qiqi was one of them, it would be successful.

And these are extraordinary times, and the relationship with the wolves is unprecedentedly tense, and if the two sides encounter each other, who will take care of them.

The road up the mountain has been completely blocked, and it is basically a big snow shell, more than a foot deep, and you will almost lose your knees when you step on it. If you wear fluffy cotton shoes, your shoes will be full of snow after a few steps, and you will have to freeze your toes.

But this is not difficult for these mountain men, everyone wears a pair of cowhide boots on their feet, fat and big, like the big head of a fathead fish.

Even the fat man wore a pair of these boots on his feet, which were called u la, as they were called.

The boots are oddly shaped and cumbersome to make, with cooked cowhide smoked with grain grass and then wrapped around a shoe last (a wooden mold). More than 20 "bun pleats" are pressed out of the toe cap, and then the heel is sewn together, which becomes the toe, upper and sole that are connected together, which becomes the indigo.

Once, Erya and Qiqi played, and the two guessed the riddle, and Erya gave Qiqi a riddle: "There are big and small, the treasure of farmers." The face is wrinkled and there are many ears. Put it down, put it on and run".

With Qiqi's ingenuity, he didn't guess, so he moved in with the fat uncle as a rescuer, but the result was also in vain. Needless to say, this thing is a sting, this big and small have never seen it at all, of course I can't guess.

The biggest feature of the indigo is that it is hard and wear-resistant, thermal insulation and cold, and when you walk in the snow in winter, the snow on the surface of the shoes will not melt and wet the shoes. In addition, he is tightly wrapped around his trouser legs and is not afraid of snow, so those who worked outdoors in the early years had to have a pair of indigo.

To just a layer of cowhide, even if it is thick and not warm, there is an indispensable link in wearing indigo, that is, to put indigo grass in the indigo.

In the famous Three Treasures of the Northeast, the most primitive should be said like this: "Kanto Mountain, three treasures, ginseng, mink, and indigo." ”

Speaking of this indigo grass, it also has a great history. As the old saying goes, "The rich don't get food." The mink is proud of the noble, and the cheap dare not be crowned. But this bunch of grass is poor and cheap to keep out the cold. ”

The fat man's pair of indigo was given to him by Wang Sanpao, saying that it was to be padded with indigo grass to warm it to wear. The fat man had also heard of the indigo, but had never seen one.

After Wang Sanpao said, it was only then that he understood that all the weeds that were padded in the indigo could be collectively referred to as the indigo grass. Like tower grass, sheep's beard grass, etc., soft and hard, are good materials for padding, there is really none, and padding bud rice skin is also improvised.

Half of the time, the grass is cut in the fall, bundled into small handfuls, and hung under the eaves to dry. When using it, take a wooden mallet to beat the grass softly, and then put it into the indigo, wrap the soles of the feet tightly, and the inside is hot, and absorbs moisture and sweat, even if you stand in the snowdrift, you will not freeze your feet.

The first time the fat man wore this kind of "straw sandals", he could only wear one under the guidance of Wang Sanpao, which felt very good. Find another one, which has been worn on the feet by the girls in turn, like a big boat, and they all feel fresh.

With this thing, everyone can rest assured that they can walk through the snow, everyone has a burden of more than 100 catties on their shoulders, and the fat man's pick is enough to weigh 200 catties.

The big dog pulling the plough ran more easily, ran sharply for a while, and then turned back to wait for the crowd behind. Everyone was trekking on the snow, with white gas in their mouths, a layer of hoarfrost hanging on their dogskin hats, sheepskin jackets, and indigo, and there were more than 20 catties in this outfit alone, plus the burden on their shoulders, it was really enough.

Fortunately, these men have already been exercised, step by step, steadily, and a few jokes are made from time to time, which is lively and lively, and it is really a bit angry and arrogant.

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, and walked until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, when Wang Sanpao ordered to set up camp.

This month is the shortest day of the year, and it gets dark at 4 p.m., so it's important to prepare early. The group gathered their burdens in a circle, then shoveled a patch of snow on the hillside and set up their tents.

Wang Sanpao set up the cauldron and began to boil the soup, on this cold day, more than 30 degrees below zero, there must be hot food in the stomach to resist.

The fat man led the two of them to collect firewood, and there were all the small dry shrubs and large branches in the forest.

The mountain forest in winter is more solemn and quiet, the ground is mostly the footprints of animals, but there is no trace of them, there are occasional pheasants and above the head, these birds are flapping, and the snow on the branches is brought down, so that people can feel a little vitality.

The fat man had a big axe in his hand, and he saw a big stump in the distance, so he ran over, and the two behind him were still picking up branches in the same place.

This is a withered red pine, only two or three meters high stumps remain, and it is estimated that two or three people can hug it. The fat man picked up the big axe and slammed down the wood mix. At night, it is necessary to burn a fire, which is more common than the branches of a tree.

The stake is quite dry, and it is not difficult to split it at all, and soon there is a big hug. The fat man was about to stop there, when he suddenly felt movement in the stump, and when he looked up, he saw a big black head sticking out from the stump.

"The black blind man is squatting inside!" the fat man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was a hibernating bear inside. It's okay, people sleep well, you run and knock on the door, let's run quickly.