Chapter 1: Mountain Dwelling (Part I)

That's right, this weak little fat man is Zhang Songling. With the support of enough game, the large and small wounds on his body have basically healed, and the iconic little fat has also grown back, the only thing that is very different from before is that the original fair face has now been blown into bronze by the mountain wind, and it looks full of manliness, completely devoid of the previous bookish and immature taste.

In order to bring this kid back from Lord Yama, Old Mengshan paid a great price. In the more than five months of recuperation, hundreds of pheasants, wild deer and roe deer alone were consumed. Other valuable medicinal materials such as Codonopsis, Astragalus, and Deer Antler velvet were filled into Zhang Songling's stomach in pounds and pounds. Thanks to Lao Mengshan's good shotgun, and in the valley near the Walnut Garden camp, he picked up nearly a thousand bullets that were not killed, so he was not eaten by Zhang Songling. But even so, the reward money obtained for leading the way for the secret service group was consumed, and I can no longer afford to buy land and build a new house!

However, after paying such a big price, whether he could touch the heart of his prospective son-in-law, Meng Laohan was not sure at all. Zhang Xiaopang is an officer, and the old Meng family has been counted since the generation of his great-grandfather, and the oldest has only produced a village head; Zhang Xiaofatzi has read a lot of books, and he writes with a single stroke, but the daughter of the old Meng family doesn't even recognize her name, let alone mention the brush that weighs thousands of pounds. Zhang Xiaofatzi is handsome, compared with the young people who grew up eating acorn noodles in front of and behind the mountain, he is simply the golden boy under the queen mother's account, and the daughter of the old Meng family, except for her tall legs and long legs, and her face is slightly round, there is almost no outstanding point.

The above is not an obstacle, and a more important problem is that Zhang Xiaofatzi stayed near Niangzi Pass, which was not his intention. It was the Meng father and daughter who "stole" him back home when he was unconscious. At that time, because of the suicide of Regiment Commander Lao Gou, the entire front-line command headquarters was in a mess, and no one had the heart to take care of Zhang Songling, a half-dead little company commander. And Meng Shan and Meng Xiaoyu's father and daughter also felt that it was really unreliable to continue to follow the team in front of them that even Gou was forced to die. They made a color to each other, carried the half-dead Zhang Xiaofat man, and quietly left the village.

As it turned out, the choice was the right one. Not long after the rest of the Niangziguan front command left the village, they were attacked by the Japanese vanguard. Deputy Commander Huang fought a bloody way under the protection of the 26th Route Cavalry Battalion and escaped. Most of the other civilian officials, reporters, and wounded soldiers who forcibly requisitioned a truck fell into the hands of the Japanese devils, who were tied to a big tree on the side of the road by the little devils and practiced bayonets one by one.

But Zhang Xiaopang may not appreciate the Meng father and daughter. Although in the second week when he was able to walk in the field, old Monsanto carried him on a donkey to see the blood stains on the trees. But Zhang Xiaofat just rubbed the soil for incense, bowed a few times to the blood stains on the robe, and then turned around and left. From beginning to end, not a single tear was shed, nor did I say a word of "thanks" to the life-saving grace of the Meng father and daughter!

The great grace is not grateful, that is the nobility of the literati. The old man of Monshan is not so pedantic, rather than being remembered by Zhang Xiaopang as a benefactor for a lifetime, he hopes that Zhang Xiaopang can express his attitude directly and is willing to promise his daughter. But he can't say this kind of thing directly, after all, his daughter's face still has to be taken into account. What's more, the twisted melon is not sweet, if Zhang Xiaochubby can't look down on the Meng family Xiaoyu anyway, he can't watch the two of them fight from morning to night every day after they get married.

The hard ones can't come, but the soft knives can't be lost. As long as his daughter can dangle in front of the little fat man every day, serve tea and pour water, fold the quilt and feed him, and serve him comfortably, I believe that Zhang Xiaofat is not that hard-hearted person, and sooner or later he will be moved by his daughter's tenderness.

It's just that in her daughter's temperament, gentleness is too scarce. And Zhang Xiaofat's heart is really a little hard and strangely hard. It has been a full five and a half months since he first opened his eyes after vomiting blood and falling into a coma. But between the daughter and the little fat man, they still haven't been able to find any common topics. Often one is talking about mountain anecdotes with great interest, and the other is already wandering thousands of miles. One was already drowsy, while the other was talking impassionedly about the country and the nation.

Seeing that the little fat man's legs and feet were getting more and more neat, and his body bones were getting stronger and stronger, Meng Laohan became more and more anxious day by day. He took the little fat man up the mountain to hunt, and pointed his fingers at the little fat man's shooting essentials, not only to make the little fat man's body recover faster, but also to make the little fat man fascinated by this mountain and the life of the hunter in the mountains. He wants the little fat man to think of his own good, even if he returns to the army in the future without nostalgia and kills the enemy with meritorious service, he will remember who he learned from the ability to pierce the eyes of the prey a few hundred meters away, so that he cherishes his daughter Xiaoyu a little more.

Of course, it would be even more beautiful if the little fat man returned to the army, bringing himself and his daughter with him. Meng Laohan asked himself if he could be an officer, but he could still do a good job in managing Zhang Xiaofatzi's food and salary, and investigating the enemy's situation or something. Father and son soldiers! When the time comes, the little fat man will be the head of the regiment, Xiaoyu will be the wife of the head of the regiment and the head of the medical battalion, and the old man will be the chief manager.

Thinking of the future of the family, Lao Mengshan's hands and feet became more and more neat. Soon he found a suitable branch, cut it down, peeled it, tied it with a rope of weeds, and walked back. Seeing Zhang Songling, who was still aiming with a gun, he stepped forward with a smile and patted the other party on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." You're just getting better, but you can't overwork. Let's go, let's drag the deer down the mountain. When I got back, I peeled the skin at dawn and left it outside to dry. There is a big market in Panshi Village in the customs the day after tomorrow, and it happens to be sold together with the leather goods saved in winter! ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Songling put down his rifle and went with Meng Laohan to sort out the prey. Adult red deer are large and can usually grow to more than 400 catties. The one Zhang Songling hit today was a little smaller, but the weight was also above three hundred catties. In order to save energy, they cut off the antler velvet and put it in a backpack, then peeled a small piece of skin along the deer's mouth and cut off the whole deer's head. Then cut down the muscles from the neck of the deer, remove most of the internal organs, and discard them along with the deer's head. Finally, the red deer that had been hollowed out and the surface was still intact was placed on a stretcher and dragged down the mountain with a straw rope.

The red deer with its head and internal organs removed is probably more than 270 catties. Although they were going down the mountain, the two of them were also tired and sweating profusely. When he returned to the village, Meng Xiaoyu had already stopped preparing dinner. With his hands and feet, he handed over the clay pot and wet cloth towel, and waited for the two to wash their faces and change their clothes. Then he took out a bottle of bud wine soaked in deer antler velvet from the cabinet, poured a big bowl for his father and the dead fat man Zhang Songling, and helped the two of them to add vegetables and rice.

Zhang Songling's alcohol consumption still hasn't grown much, and after a bowl of belly, his bronzed face turns red copper. Meng Laohan was very good at drinking, and motioned to his daughter to fill the wine bowl of himself and Zhang Songling again, then raised the bowl and persuaded with a smile: "Drink another bowl, you have exerted too much strength today, you have to use wine to replenish your physical strength!" ”

"Deer antler velvet is a blood tonic, it doesn't hurt if you drink a little more!" Meng Xiaoyu himself also served the table with a rice bowl, and introduced the wonderful use of medicinal wine to Zhang Songling with a smile.

Zhang Songling has actually heard similar words countless times, and he doesn't think there is anything new for a long time. smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip slowly, "You drink more by yourself, and I will slowly sip it with you." This thing tastes too strong, and when I drink it in a hurry, I will have a headache! ”

"Huh!" Lao Mengshan liked Zhang Songling's politeness, and continued to drink heavily with a wine bowl. The young people in the mountains, filial piety is filial piety, but they will never call their parents "you old" one by one. And most of the young people in the mountains don't want to die when they drink alcohol, and they will never be like Zhang Xiaofat, who knows that it is a precious thing, but can also understand the depth of their own alcohol.

Meng Xiaoyu held a night of sorghum rice, his eyes swirling around the wine bowl. In the past, when there was no dead fat man as a guest in the house, she was the one who accompanied her father to drink. It's just that at that time, the expensive deer antler velvet had to be sold to the merchant from outside for money, and he was absolutely reluctant to soak it in the bud valley wine.

Zhang Songling was embarrassed, picked up an empty bowl from the edge of the table that was ready to serve soup, and gave half of his wine to Meng Xiaoyu. The latter's eyes lit up at once, and he stretched out his hand to serve it. But Meng Laohan drew a red and glamorous mark on the back of his hand with chopsticks, "Girls' families, what kind of wine are you drinking!" Hurry up and finish the meal, and then go to clean up the deer. It's going to get dark soon, can't you light an oil lamp for this little thing?! ”

"Humph!" Meng Xiaoyu was so aggrieved that she reluctantly put down the wine bowl and continued to pull sorghum rice into her mouth. Zhang Songling smiled and pushed half a bowl of wine to her, then looked at Lao Mengshan's face and said, "Xiaoyu is also tired for a day, just drink some!" Later, I'll help her clean up the venison. ”

"Whatever you want!" Meng Laohan frowned and reluctantly agreed, but secretly laughed in his heart. The little fat man finally knows how to feel sorry for his daughter, which is a rare new discovery. Wouldn't it be nice to give them more opportunities to help each other......

Before he could figure out the specific implementation steps, Zhang Songling's voice sounded in his ears again, "Uncle, can I discuss something with you!" ”

"Let's talk about it!" Old Monsan snorted, put down the wine bowl, and his face was full of vigilance. Meng Xiaoyu buried his head in his wine bowl, tears were already rolling in his eyes unconsciously, this day finally came, although he had tried his best to keep him. But his heart is destined not to belong to this mountain. No matter how hard you try, how many more days can you stay?!