His father looked up at him and asked in a panic, "Qisheng, why are you bleeding?" ”

"My face was scratched by a branch, it's fine!" At this time, the wound and pain on his face were nothing to him, but the injury left a permanent scar on his face.

"My son is like a man, he has courage and guts, he has to hold on, it's useless to be afraid!"

"Dad, what should we do?" Encouraged by his father, his words still had a crying voice.

"Just wait—"

Before his father could finish his words, the blind bear roared, and shook the locust tree angrily with his two forepaws. In his senses, the body of the tree, which was as thick as a large pot, was shaken, and the leaves and yellow and white flowers were falling sparsely, which showed the great strength of the tree.

"Kid, don't let go if you catch it!" His father shouted.

Seeing that this method was not effective, the blind bear began to prepare to climb the tree. At that time, he didn't know that blind bears could climb trees.

His father hurriedly took off the shotgun with one free hand, grabbed the handle of the gun and bent slightly and stabbed the blind bear in the head as he tried to climb up. The blind bear grinned, and his father was afraid that the barrel of the gun would be bitten and scrambled, because at this time only this gun was the talisman of father and son. After stabbing under the father's face for a while, he didn't want to hit it crookedly, and suddenly poked it on one of the front teeth protruding from the upper jaw of the blind bear, and immediately the blood flowed out, and it hissed, ducked to the side, squatted down and licked its mouth with its tongue, and wiped it with both palms, which seemed to be very painful.

Then the fellow crouched under the tree and guarded, and refused to leave after being wounded twice, as if he really wanted to put his father and son to death. In this way, there will always be a time when the person standing on the tree is exhausted, and then it will become a delicious meal for its mouth!

What to do?

At the critical moment when there was nothing to be done, his father was panting, but he looked extremely tired, but he suddenly said to him in a surprising voice: "Qisheng, do you have urine?" If you have urine, prick it with urine! ”

As soon as he heard his father's words, he didn't think much about it at that time, he just held back a soak of urine, and then peed his pants without sprinkling, so he grabbed a strong branch with his right hand, stepped on a trembling branch with both feet, and his left hand did not untie the belt twisted into a strip of cloth, and took out the cucumber twist-like thing from the convenient opening that he kept, and pinched the bear blind man who looked up under the tree, and a stream of red urine sprayed out, and drew a small arc in the air and poured it into the bear blind man's mouth very accurately, Probably after taking a small sip, he felt that it was not a taste and shook his head to avoid it (he thought about this many times later, and it seemed that the blind bear did not like his reward of 'elixir and jade liquid'.) In desperation, I didn't expect my dad to come up with such a ridiculous idea, just like the tricks that naughty boys love to play when they are mischievous). At the end of the pee, his father's head was wet, but his father didn't mind his rebellion.

Also, he saw that one of the blind bear's teeth was missing, and this hatred made it impossible for him to give up his revenge!

He saw that his "machine gun" strafing did not work against the blind bear.

"Daddy!"

"Hand me the powder jar."

He took the cloth pocket off his neck and carefully handed it down to his father—

Later, he had heard several hunters say that the blind bear was actually very timid, and as long as he did not provoke it, he would not attack people under normal circumstances, and he wondered at that time: did his father shoot at it that provoked the blind bear and caused the father and son to almost die! According to his father, he himself was bitten by a wolf and injured his leg, and because the blind bear was getting closer and closer, he was forced to shoot in order to protect him.

This reason is real and sufficient, and there is no room for refutation.

He stood on the tree, and his throat and eyes were as thirsty as if they were on fire, his mouth was dry, and his lips were on fire, but the water bottle was in the cloth pocket.

Just as he handed the boy to his father, the blind bear seemed to be wise, and seemed to think that the human beings were doing something against him, so he was enraged again, roared, and threw himself forward and shook the locust tree.

Father and son hurriedly hugged the tree poles, trying to keep their feet steady as they shook.

Seeing that he had stopped the plot of father and son, even if he had achieved his goal, the blind bear stopped again, squatted down and continued to wait with his head up, as if he intended to tease their father and son!

His father put the shotgun on his shoulder and didn't speak, but just gestured to him, and he understood, and again shuddered and quietly handed the cloth pocket down. What worries him is that his father has a leg injury, and he doesn't know how long he can support himself when he stands on the tree, and his clothes are soaked with sweat!

His father cautiously put one arm around the pole, reached into the cloth pocket with the other, took the gunpowder jar in his hand, pulled the plug with his mouth, and then tentatively crouched down. He didn't know what his father was doing, and even the blind bear seemed surprised. I saw that his father slowly sprinkled the gunpowder in the jar on the neck of the blind bear, because the hair was long and thick, it was not easy for the gunpowder to fall on it. After this strange act, his father put the jar in his cloth pocket and took out the box of matches in his pocket.

It was only then that he seemed to understand his father's plan.

Sure enough, his father took out a few matches at a time in the foreign fire box, and struck them together in a trembling manner, and only when he was about halfway through it did he throw it down to the neck of the blind bear, and as soon as he made contact, there was a soft sound, and a fire flicked up in an instant, and a cloud of black smoke rose up, and then he could smell a scorching smell. Look at the blind bear again, it howled several times in pain from the sudden burning, turned and ran away, and rolled on the ground, the flame was extinguished, but still emitting a wisp of black smoke, and it fled into the jungle in terror.

He sincerely admired his father's clever move to save the day in a precarious situation. The father and son finally survived the death, and they were very happy after turning evil into good fortune. Both of them were exhausted, and they came down from the trees and sat down on the ground. His father said "Amitabha, thank you for the blessing of the Bodhisattva." He examined the wolf-bitten wound on his father's leg, and it was clear that some of the flesh had been torn off, and it was still bloody, and his shoes were full of blood.

He asked distressedly, "Dad, it hurts, right?"

His father shook his head and said, "We have picked up two lives, and this little injury is nothing!"

He nodded frequently.

It's better to be alive than anything else.

His father reached out and lovingly touched his face, which had been scratched by the branches, and asked, "What about you?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." He was very strong.

His father laughed, and he simply wiped the wound on his leg, rinsed it with the water in the bottle, and tore a piece of cloth on his clothes to bandage it, and after treatment, the blood could be considered to have stopped.

At this time, he really wanted to lie down and rest for a while, so that his tired body could recover. It felt like it was about to fall apart, and it lacked strength.

But I'm worried that the bear will come back, or that some other beast will appear!

Leaving this dangerous place early was what he desperately wanted. I touched the wound on my face that was scraped by a branch, and saw that it was no longer bleeding, but it was still aching—

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