Grandpa said that Zhang Zuolin, a great warlord in the northeast, began to suppress bandits when he was in the Qing government, and for this reason Emperor Puyi also gave him a dragon robe embroidered with nine golden dragons.

Later, the bandits in the mountains not only did not decrease, but also increased. Zhang Zuolin couldn't control the situation, and said helplessly: "The common people buy me a gun and a beard, which tunzi will give me a beard, and which tunzi will give me a beating!" Let's lose my beard, let's pull it down! ”

Zhang Dashuai is the emperor of the Northeast, and his words are Chrysostom.

In various villages and cities in the northeast, gun markets have appeared, and guns can be bought and sold freely. It didn't take long for this gust of wind to blow to Zhaojiagou. The villagers of Zhaojiagou took immediate action, and those who had money paid for one stroke by themselves, and those who did not have money bought one stroke together. The government does not force the poor who cannot afford to buy guns. At that time, whoever owned a gun was like who had a mobile phone in the early nineties more than 70 years later, which was a fashion and a symbol of wealth. After all, a gun is a weapon, not everyone can carry it, and those who carry it are brave and capable people.

In the blink of an eye, it was 1928.

At this time, Zhaojiagou has really formed a tunzi, with more than 100 households.

In the past, Zhaojiagou only had two major households surnamed Zhao and Yang. Now I have a surname or something.

There is a family surnamed Zhao in the west of Zhaojiagou Tun. A family of three. My grandmother is in her seventies and has two grandchildren

The son lives a life. The eldest grandson is called Zhao Yunwu, and the second grandson is called Zhao Yunlong.

The Zhao family has five grass houses, three plots of land, and an old cow. Because his father and mother died early, Zhao Yunwu picked up the burden of the family early and was very capable. In Tunzi, the Zhao family is a family with a good life.

Zhao Yunwu has a black and red face, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, looking so simple and honest. There is also a shrewdness in the simplicity and honesty.

This Zhao Yunwu often followed the old tyrant to the mountains to hunt.

On this day, after a heavy snowfall, Zhao Yunwu was sweeping the snow seriously outside the yard, and the old local tyrant wore a dogskin hat and a foreign gunner with a steel fork and greeted Zhao Yunwu in a rough voice: "Yunwu, where is the snow?" ”

"Uncle Tuhao, what are you going to do on a snowy day?"

"Yesterday the wolf took out my pig, and I will fight the wolf."

As soon as Zhao Yunwu heard this, the image of a wolf immediately appeared in his mind. When he was seven years old, he went up the mountain to chop wood, and he once encountered a wolf. The wolf was covered in gray hair, triangular eyes, and a pair of green eyes that shone with a cold light. He was so scared that he ran and ran, thinking that wolves were the most terrible thing in the world. Later, he never forgot the experience of encountering a wolf. Zhao Yunwu's eyes flashed with determination, and he said, "Uncle Tuhao, take me up the mountain." ”

"Aren't you afraid of wolves?"

"Don't be afraid, I just want to kill a wolf and make a wolf skin jacket!"

"Haha, good boy, have the guts, follow me." The old tyrant agreed, and was about to take Zhao Yunwu up the mountain.

Zhao Yunwu turned around and went back to the house, sharpened the sickle quickly, and pinned it to his waist. After coming out, he and the old tyrant walked towards the mountain in the snow and the wind.

The snow in the mountains was too deep to walk, and it was almost noon before we reached the foot of the towering North Pine Peak. Because wolves are often seen here, people in the vicinity rarely dare to come here to cut firewood, and over time, the forests here become denser and denser, covering the sky and closing the day. A few years ago, there were wild wolves here, and later many hunters surrounded the mountains to hunt, and the wolves were almost wiped out. Now there are very few wolves here.

The old tyrant found a path in the weeds and said, "From this road is the wolf's hole." ”

The two of them climbed up the hill along the path, climbed to a cliff, and found a narrow hole, Uncle Liang said, "See, this is the wolf's hole." ”

Zhao Yunwu's mood became extremely nervous, holding the sickle tightly in his hand, and his heart was pounding.

Tiptoeing to the entrance of the cave, the old tyrant was very experienced, picked up a stone and threw it into the hole, and after a while, there was no movement in the hole.

The old tyrant judged: "The old wolf is not in the hole, go, go in and have a look." ”

When I walked into the wolf cave, the old wolf was really not there, and there were four wolf cubs lying in the nest. There was also a pile of pork bones next to the nest, and the meat was gone. When the old tyrant saw this pile of bones, he was sad and angry, and he quickly put the four wolf cubs into the sack. The four little wolves struggled in the sack, squeaking, and the old tyrant ignored these and carried the sack out of the wolf's hole.

As soon as they walked out of the wolf cave, they saw the old wolf coming back from foraging, and the two of them immediately gasped. The old wolf saw two people standing at the entrance of the cave, and their paws pressed to the ground, and let out a vicious roar.

The old tyrant quickly raised the cannon and fired a shot. The wolf roared and pounced on the gunsmoke.

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Yunwu violently pushed away the old tyrant, raised the sickle, and threw it on the wolf's belly. The wolf was so topped by Zhao Yuncheng that he turned a corner in the air and fell to the bottom of the cliff. The cliff was seven or eight feet high, and the wolf howled. Two eyes looked at Zhao Yunwu, and he didn't dare to step forward anymore.

Zhao Yunwu snatched the foreign cannon in the hand of the old tyrant and fired several shots at the old wolf, and the wolf screamed a few times, burrowed into the woods and fled.

Zhao Yunwu smiled and returned the gun to the old tyrant.

"Well done!" The old tyrant said appreciatively.

"Huh."

"This wolf doesn't have to live for a few days."

Zhao Yunwu and the old tyrant talked and laughed and went down the mountain, and they gained a lot this time. Zhao Yunwu was no longer afraid of wolves, and he defeated himself. The old tyrant carried the spoils of war - four wolf cubs.

"Uncle, what are you going to do with these four little wolves?" Zhao Yunwu asked.

"Sell for money!" The old tyrant said.

After Zhao Yunwu and the old tyrant went down the mountain that day, the injured wolf followed them. also entered the tunzi, and the pigs and sheep in the tunzi were killed by the old nose. That night, the wounded wolf howled in pain for the loss of its cub for a night, and the miserable cry could be heard even in the sheep grass ditch ten miles away.

A few days later, the old tyrant went up the mountain again and found the wolf dead in the hole.

Later, the old tyrant sold the four wolf cubs to the zoo.