The grass is green, the willow is yellow, the peach blossoms are chaotic, and the plum flowers are fragrant.

The east wind is not worried about blowing, and spring can provoke hatred for a long time.

Behind Zou Wenfang's peach orchard is a hill, which is called the gate mountain by the locals, and the mountain is a peach blossom forest. The new leaves are still young shoots, and pale pink hangs all over the branches. These peach trees are called Yuhualu, and the name is very beautiful, and the fruit is even sweeter. From time to time, the wind blows, stirring up the lonely peach blossoms all over the ground, flying all over the sky. A few hibiscus plums are occasionally seen in the peach forest, and at the very edge is a small bamboo forest, behind which are two graves close together. On the tombstone are two names, apparently two brothers. The tomb is facing the direction of the Zou family, but the bamboo forest is blocked in the middle.

Is this the so-called, "peaches raise people, apricots hurt people, and bury dead people under plum trees"? Zou Wenfang was puzzled.

Zou Wenfang was called by the old man to come here to worship every Qingming Festival, but he never knew who he was worshipping, only knew that one was called Zou Yulin and the other was Zou Yuchun. The old man himself didn't come, and he didn't mention to Zou Wenfang who was inside. Zou Wenfang could only treat the people inside as ordinary clansmen and relatives, and didn't ask much.

Old man Zou often passed by here, and every time he just glanced at the two small tombs, he hurried by, never wanting to look at them again.

Climbed past the gate hill, and in front of it was an open paddy field with some mustard greens and turnips for the winter. On the other side of the East Village is a large pond raised by a village, like a small reservoir. The ridge road is still easier to walk, and the father and son are brisk.

After that, there is the winding long slope road of the Great Water Ridge, and on one side of the long slope road is a deep small canyon, which is pitch black, and the depth is not visible. The lower reaches of the small canyon is also a village pond, which is smaller than the big pond just now, and is also used to store water for fish farming.

Climbing uphill, Old Man Zou was breathless, relaxed, and still so light and light. And Zou Wenfang, who has thin arms and thin legs, was a little tired before he had walked far, but he still followed the old man closely. He didn't often go out hunting with his father, and his curiosity about hunting completely outweighed the exhaustion of his body, and he was still very interested.

When you see the bushy mountain road on the other side of the slope, you know that it will be more difficult to walk next. There was a clear stream downhill, and Zou Wenfang hurriedly took a few sips of water with both hands, wanting to take a break.

Old man Zou ignored him completely, how far did he go, he kept his original speed and continued to climb the mountain.

Zou Wenfang had to hurry up, and he could see the villages downstream of the stream in the distance. This is the beginning of the foot of the mountain on the west side of Aofeng Mountain, and it is this mountain that I will climb today.

Now I am not very tired of climbing the mountain, because there are often people cutting wood and picking firewood to pass here, and there is still a way to go.

Zou Wenfang hurriedly caught up with his father, and when he got to the depths, he didn't dare to leave his father too far, there were too many beasts inside.

Under the mottled shadows of the trees, there are stumps that have left traces of knives and axes, piles of dead branches and sawdust, and from time to time a few birds fly out.

It was easy to climb from the west to the south of the main peak of Aofeng Mountain, and then after passing a small stream, the water here was more icy than just now.

The mountains and forests that start in the south are much more difficult to walk, with thick cobwebs, damp and blackened fallen leaves, and white tree heads. The birds and insects chirped in the distance, and when they approached, it was silent.

The jungle began to be full of thorns, and Old Man Zou did not give in to the stinky boy behind his ass at all, and his eyes observed the surroundings from time to time. The bird guns are loaded with ammunition and ready to hunt at any time.

Pheasants and hares are old man Zou's prey this time, and small things like civets are also okay, but if they are too big, they won't be needed. It's not that the old man can't fight, it's that the big guy wastes gunpowder, this gunpowder is precious, it's better to save it, and the water will flow for a long time.

Zou Wenfang walked into this wood, and felt that it was dark, but in fact, the shade of the trees in the mountains was much thicker, and the light was naturally not good.

Old man Zou suddenly stopped moving, his eyes staring not far away. Zou Wenfang immediately stayed where he was, and he didn't dare to move.

The hunt began, and the target was a hare. Old man Zou locked on to the target, pulled the trigger, triggered the pre-ignited fire rope, ignited the compacted gunpowder in the gunpowder pool, and shot the lead bullet in the barrel extremely quickly with the explosive force of gunpowder gas, and hit with one shot.

Zou Wenfang, who had been waiting for a long time, ran up. Zou Wenfang's role now is equivalent to a hunting dog picking up prey, running over with a hadi.

Good fellow, this wild thing looks like it weighs five or six pounds, and its head is beaten to the point of bloody flesh and blood, and I can't look at it. Zou Wenfang lifted the hare to touch it, under the brown-gray fur, the flesh and bones were strong, very material, and the weight was only a lot more than the one just now.

Old man Zou changed his ammunition and began to look forward for a new target.

At this time, a beast of prey smelled the familiar smell in the air and chased after the bloodstains all the way. It gradually approached here, and Zou Wenfang's father and son still knew nothing.

After that, he shot two more pheasants, the pheasants were smaller and the meat was not enough to eat, and it was almost enough to get two more pheasants, and the old man Zou continued to look for prey.

Suddenly, the birds and beasts in the forest began to scream and scurry, and Zou Wenfang thought that they had scared the birds and beasts away. Old man Zou knew that it was obviously not the reason for their arrival. He didn't alarm so many animals when he shot just now, so naturally there were fierce beasts in the mountains. He took the loaded bird gun and began to guard the surroundings.

Zou Wenfang also understood when he saw his father's appearance. Back to back with Daddy, he began to look around him.

Old man Zou saw the bloodstains on the ground and knew that the fierce beast was following these to find him, so he looked at the end of the bloodstains and waited for it to appear. He thought it was a jackal or something like a beast that had come to prey for it, because the tigers here don't eat these dead things, they have their own majesty.

Zou Wenfang was both nervous and excited, he had heard of tigers in the mountains, but he had never seen them with his own eyes. If you meet it today, it's really worth the trip, but whether you have a life or not is a question of whether you will be alive. He knew that his father had kung fu, but he didn't know if he could fight the tiger. He thought that he was fifteen years old, and he hadn't married a daughter-in-law yet, how could he be eaten by a tiger like this, no, in order to marry Sister Chen, he had to go back alive. He grabbed a thick wooden stick from the side, held it tightly, and gestured in front of him. But his calves were shaking, and he didn't know it yet, his eyes were just looking ahead intently.

Daddy also felt that the stinky boy was trembling all over, but despite this, the stinky boy still didn't say a word. This temper follows his old son, that is, stubbornness.

The sound of birds and beasts scurrying was gone, and the fierce beasts were naturally very close to them. You can faintly hear the sound of something walking this way, the creaking of dead branches, and the clatter of dead leaves. It was getting closer, and its pace quickened.

A tiger roared "woo~~".