There is little entertainment for the wild children in the countryside, and the rivers, rice paddies, hillsides and abandoned houses are the places where we can have the most fun.

Some people may say that the reason why these strange things always appear in the countryside is because of the large population and vigorous yang energy in the cities. The city is lit up at night, as if it were daytime, and those dirty things can stay in some special places, such as hospitals, cemeteries, crematoriums, etc., and other places can not stay at all.

In the countryside, it is diametrically opposed, a few households in the east, a few households in the west, the population is scattered, and this popularity cannot be gathered, so it is easy for those things to survive here. Most of the night, after watching two episodes of TV dramas after dark, I immediately went to bed, because I had to go up the mountain and do farm work in the field at dawn the next day, so most adults did not let the children go out at night, and some timid women also honestly closed the yard door early.

My father had a shotgun at that time, and it was said that the shotgun was actually a clay gun, which was loaded with black powder and fired steel balls, except that the accuracy was not very high, and it could be turned over by small hare and large boar, so I really ate a lot of these game when I was a child.

Abba's favorite hunting object is the yellow muntjac, which is a relatively small deer, with a pair of horns on the head of the male, and the large weight is about 20 catties, and the taste is very delicious. But this thing has a characteristic, that is, it is timid, and it is also very fine, it will not appear wherever there is human activity, and its sense of smell is very sensitive, so it is difficult to hit.

At that time, there were many hunters in the village, mountain people, the first eight of the ten families had poles and earth guns, and everyone knew that there was a place where there was a yellow muntjac but no one had ever started to fight it, and that place was on the hillside behind the ancestral hall.

Why don't you fight? Because everyone said that this was a yellow muntjac spirit, the yellow muntjac rarely barked, because when it barked, its position was exposed, and it was easy for hunters with earth dogs to track it down. Similarly, this yellow muntjac is rarely called, but it is called to the village to have an accident.

What's going on? Dead person!

It's really effective, as long as there is a yellow muntjac on the hillside, or someone in the village will have a funeral in a few days, so often the yellow muntjac on the hill is called, and some elderly people in the village will never go out, for fear that the next person to die will be themselves.

Although some people also want to beat it, but there is really no one who dares to do it, which mother-in-law is willing to provoke such an evil thing for her man for a meal of yellow muntjac meat.

My dad owed someone a favor that year, and that person loved to eat yellow muntjac, and Abba thought about whether to get a strip to give to others, but he didn't get it for a long time, and it happened that the yellow muntjac on the small hillside was calling again.

He turned his heart and stuffed an extra piece of gunpowder into his gun. Our gunpowder is calculated in sticks, that is, a small bamboo tube is used to measure the amount of gunpowder, one is a tube, which can basically be used to fight pheasants and hares, two can be used to beat yellow muntjac, and three are already very recoiled, usually used to fight wild boars.

And Abba, that day, took the weight of three sticks of gunpowder, and pressed them with strips of cloth, and then went to the land.

Soon after he went up the mountain, he actually saw that the beast's eyes reflected at night under the light of the headlamp, and the hunters usually saw two red eyeballs, which they called "fire". Abba saw two fires in the bushes behind the ancestral hall from a distance, and he quietly touched them with some excitement.

If you want to hit accurately, you must get close, the accuracy of this thing is really not complimentary, and the basic effective range is best controlled within 30 meters.

Strange to say, this yellow muntjac, who has always been known for his shrewdness and timidity, stood there like a stake and graze today, not noticing Abba's arrival at all. When Abba was about twenty meters away from the muntjac, Abba raised his gun, took aim, pulled the trigger, and after a slight "snap", Abba knew that it was a dumb fire.

This earthen gun is a little different from the principle of modern gun firing, it relies on the most primitive firing pin to fire a lead, and then this lead triggers the black powder in the chamber, and then uses the power of the black powder to eject the projectile.

The problem was this lead, which was basically made by hand, using a mixture of sulfur and nitrate in a small iron sheet pressed to dry firmly, and the firing pin slammed into the iron sheet would emit sparks and detonate the gunpowder in the chamber. If this thing doesn't detonate, then there will be a dumb fire.

When Abba saw that the yellow muntjac was still there, he replaced it with a new lead.

Aim, fire, "snap", and mute fire again. Ah Dad was a little anxious, so he hurriedly changed it, but it turned out that all the dozen or so leads on his body were finished, and none of them were found.

On the other hand, the yellow muntjac just didn't leave, just dangling in front of you, he hurriedly went down the mountain quietly, ready to go home to get a new lead, and just happened to meet a neighbor of mine on the side of the road when he came down.

"What are you doing?" The neighbor asked my dad.

My dad said truthfully: "There is a muntjac on the mountain, and it has not fired a single shot after more than ten shots, so it will not go to get the lead." ”

The man opened his mouth wide when he heard this, and wondered if my father was crazy, and everyone knew that the muntjac in this place could not be beaten, so he said, "Didn't you say that this is a refined muntjac that can't be beaten?" ”。

My Abba has a good face, and as soon as people say this, he won't leave, afraid that people will laugh at him for being timid, so he said: "Joke, I don't have ten or eight muntjacs, when can this thing become a sperm, and I will go to my house tomorrow to eat meat." ”

This neighbor was a greedy guy, and when he heard that there was game to eat, he immediately said: "In this way, you wait on the mountain, don't let it run, I'll go back and ask Xiaoyi to send you a lead." ”

My dad thought about it and reasoned, so he went up again to guard the muntjac, and when he saw it, this guy was still in the same place and hadn't walked away.

Soon, my mother received the news, and at night, she didn't worry about leaving me alone at home, so she found a box of leads and hugged me to play the flashlight together.

The small hill behind the ancestral hall is not very easy to walk, and it is full of thorns, which makes it more and more inconvenient to take me. My mom told me to wait for her on the side of the road, and she went up to deliver something and came down.

At that time, there were no street lights on either side of the road, and there was no one within a radius of 400 meters.

I was standing at the door of the ancestral hall, the gate of the courtyard had long been taken home by someone to burn it as firewood in some year, and I was still familiar with this area, and the moonlight that night was also bright, and the earth was snow-white, almost as white as the day.

My mother went up for a while, but she didn't come down, in fact, I heard that even my mother was sweating that night, because none of the fuses brought back were hit, as if she had seen a ghost, and the yellow muntjac was poked there and didn't move, and my father almost hit it with a gun to the door of its head, but the gun just didn't go off.

This old ancestral hall was a playground for me, and when I saw that my mother didn't come down, I went in, why? Because when we were playing marbles here a while ago, we lost several of them and didn't find them, so I wondered if I should go in and look for them, and at that time I could only buy three marbles for a dime, baby.

After looking around, I didn't have any eyebrows, and my mother didn't come down, so I just played with myself. I took out two marbles from my pocket, and played in the huge yard, talking to myself while playing, and children like to entertain themselves.

I threw one of the marbles hard, and it gurgled under one of the closed doors.

This is my baby, how can I give it?

The door was in the wing room on the west side, and it was closed, with a lock on the top, and a gap about two fingers wide underneath, through which the marbles rolled in.

After pushing hard, the door didn't move, so I kicked it with my foot. The child's strength was too limited, and it was of no use except to shake down some dust, and I was a little angry, so I found a few fist-sized stones in the yard and smashed the window.

The window was also made of wood, and although the wood was good, it was in disrepair, and after three stones, I really smashed a hole the size of a leather ball.

I wondered where my marbles were, so I found some broken planks in the yard and raised them underneath, and climbed up to put my feet on them and peeked through the hole.

It was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, and when I was about to give up, I heard the laughter of a child inside.

I thought to myself that someone had taken my marbles inside, and instead of giving them back to me, he locked the door, and said in a childish voice, "Who stole my marbles?" ”

Obviously, there will be no one here at all, because the lock is shrunk outside, and naturally there will be no one to answer my question.

But my ears could clearly hear a child laughing happily, a woman's sneer or two, and more importantly the sound of my glass marbles rolling on the ground.

I thought I had been bullied, and my precious marbles were taken away, so I cried and scolded on the spot: "You thieves, shameless, you steal my things, I want to tell my dad to go!" ”

While crying, I walked outside the ancestral hall.

Before I got outside, I heard a gunshot on the hill above, and I immediately said in my heart: Let you rob me of my things, my father has a gun in his hand!

After a while, the two of them went down the mountain, not carrying the prey in their hands, but Abba looked depressed, and kept repeating to my mother: "It's really a hell tonight, it's a hell......"