The old farmer's surname is Cheng, I think that there are few people visiting in this ravine on weekdays, Cha Wenbin said that he wanted to stay overnight, the old man seemed very happy, saying that he was going to get a chicken to drink, but was stopped by Cha Wenbin.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, it's already disturbing the old man to complain, how can I kill chickens?"

The old peasant went into the house again and changed into a camouflage uniform, and on his feet was a kind of socks peculiar to mountain people, which we called mountain socks. This kind of socks is generally made of discarded jeans, front and back two layers, the bottom of the socks has to be made of cloth shoes, including mille-feuille shoes, densely packed with twine textures. This kind of socks are generally long to the calf, and the top is tied tightly with shoelaces or cloth strips, and there are many locusts in the mountains and forests, and with this kind of socks, the locusts can not hurt people.

Seeing that the old farmer had changed this equipment, Cha Wenbin was still a little puzzled, it was not early this day, it was dark in the col earlier, and it should be dark in another hour, did the old man still want to go up the mountain?

The old peasant had a miner's lamp in his hand, turned around and went to the room again, and after a while he came out with a smile in his hand, and he even had a clay gun in his hand. Around 2000, most of our shotguns were confiscated by the state, but I didn't expect this old man to keep one.

He patted the earthen gun on his back and said with a smile: "Since you won't let me kill chickens, then I'll get you some game, it's always okay to eat it if it's not home-raised, right?" ”

Cha Wenbin really doesn't pay attention to what to eat, but looking at the old man's politeness, if he pushes back again, it will be a bit contrived. In addition, he also wanted to follow the old farmer and get acquainted with the situation here, so he asked to go up the mountain with him.

The old farmer whistled, only to hear a gust of wind outside the door, and the big yellow dog rushed over. Maybe it was really scared of Chaozi, and when he arrived at the door, he saw that there was a living person inside, and stopped at the gate with a brake, and carefully sniffed with his nose for a while to make sure that the person who made it was gone, and then cocked his tail and swaggered in.

The three men began to walk into the mountains with a dog, which they were going to hunt pheasants, that is, pheasants.

Hunting pheasants is a technical job, light shooting skills are good, that is useless, when I was a child, I was fortunate to go hunting with my father once, so I remember it more clearly. If you want to hunt pheasants, the time must be after the sun goes down, the sky is not yet dark, and people need to have a pair of very sensitive ears at this time. Pheasants finish foraging before dark because they have very poor vision at night, so pheasants choose to fly to trees for the night at this time. And the hunter, in the evening, needs to prick up his ears to listen to the pheasant's flight, whose wings and cries will reveal their bearings.

Once the general location is determined, the hunter only needs to bring a shotgun and a flashlight to harvest the prey. The pheasant sleeps standing on a tree, and when a person shines a flashlight on it, the pheasant falls into temporary blindness. At this time, they will not move, they will only stand stupidly on the branches as live targets, and this kind of earthen gun like the old farmer, which is filled with black powder and small steel balls, the killing area is in pieces, and the pheasants are moving in groups, and my father's record was to shoot down six in one shot.

The old farmer walked along the stream they had walked along during the day, and he said that pheasants liked to move around the stream, and after walking for a mile, they came into the bamboo forest, and after turning around, a large maple forest appeared.

These maple forests are surrounded by two or three people, and the thinnest ones are also bucket-thick, and these trees are bound to a small blue iron sign, which reads: Ancient and famous trees, protected according to law. The old farmer said that this was ordered by someone sent by the county the year before last, and few people knew that there was a forest here, and they heard from the Forestry Bureau that they also found it through satellite remote sensing.

From time to time, there are small dirt bags hidden in the maple forest, and occasionally a few remnants of the monument are exposed to the ground, most of which are not complete. The old peasants said that they had moved this place in the fifties, and that it had been like this when they came, and that the countrymen were very disciplined, and they thought that since someone had occupied it first, they should not come and disturb it again. As a result, almost no one of the miles of the forest was cut down, and the bushes and bamboo forests grew and became denser and denser, and now they are completely surrounded inside.

The old farmer's choice of hunting spot was this maple forest, and he would only come when he was hunting, and there was almost no smell of people in this place, and there were naturally many wild beasts. The old farmer had not hunted for many years, and if it were not for the hospitality of them, he would not have gone into the mountains alone.

According to Cha Wenbin's experience, this place is in the shade, and there is no sun all year round, although there is a small stream at the foot of the mountain, but the water potential is too small, and the mountain is very treacherous, it really does not look like a large-scale cemetery. Looking at those small earthen bags, he estimated that it should be an ordinary ancestral settlement, and he could choose a convenient place to bury them.

But soon, he overturned his initial judgment. Just where the old farmer was squatting, Cha Wenbin saw several neatly cut long boulders, which were already covered with moss, and most of them had broken. He looked up, and sure enough, there was a building on the top of the hill about five hundred meters away from him. The sky was too dark, and the forest here was too dense, Cha Wenbin wanted to ask the old farmer, but the old farmer made a silent action.

The old farmer lightly pointed to his right side with his hand, and there was something moving behind a low bamboo stick, making a "rustling" sound. The old farmer raised his gun and slowly aimed, he motioned to Cha Wenbin and Dashan to lean back, because the most active animal in this generation is the wild boar, and the ammunition in this gun is only used to fight pheasants, even if it hits the head of the wild boar, it can only hurt the fur.

Soon, a young pig with yellow-brown stripes came out first, followed by two more, and the little boars were completely defenseless, just arching their beaks in the ground in search of food.

As the movement behind the bamboo grew louder, the old farmer became more and more nervous, and as an experienced old hunter, he knew that if he shot him, the consequences could be serious. He would rather run into a beast like a leopard than provoke a wounded boar, especially with a pack of cubs.

It should have happened to them that day, and a young pig that didn't have long eyes was probably full, playing with his friends, and running all over the ground. Although they are small, they are not slow, and they can disappear in a single stroke, but this small one is running in the direction of their hiding place.

The prey that is brought to the mouth is not to be unspeakable, although the old peasant has a hundred unwilling to provoke it, but some people are not afraid! It can't be said to be a human, but a dog, the big yellow dog has been pressed to the ground by the old farmer before, it is obedient, but now that the little wild boar has rushed to him, how can he still hold back.

The old farmer felt that his palm was empty, and the big yellow dog shot out like an arrow, and pounced fiercely at the neck of the little wild boar. "Ang" screamed, and the other cubs in the forest were stunned for a moment and then immediately fled in all directions, and the cub that was knocked down by the big yellow dog was rolling desperately on the ground, and the barking of dogs and pigs was mixed for a while.

It was too late to say that it was too late, but he heard a "crackling" sound in the forest not far away, and the old farmer hurriedly shouted: "Dandan, come back quickly!" ”

But all hunting dogs have a foul temper, and the prey that reaches its mouth will not give up easily, and it is still biting the little pig on the ground, but it does not realize that its disaster is coming.

Standing in place, they could clearly see that the bushes not far away had been hit by something, and the broken branches even flew to a height of one or two meters. A huge force forced a path out of the forest, and a black sow covered in the mane of an elder rushed out like a bullet, and almost instantly, its mouth hit the yellow dog named Dandan. The poor Dan Dan immediately flew upside down four or five meters away, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

It is impossible for the sow whose cubs receive an attack to give up the enemy so easily, it does not stop to check the dying cubs, but immediately rushes to the yellow dog that is rolling on the ground, a sow weighing two hundred pounds is not to say that it is against a dog, even if a person is bitten by it, it can remove a few pounds of meat.

The old farmer was also eager to save the dog, he probably forgot that his gun barrel was only filled with iron sand, and raised his hand to shoot at the sow. After a gunshot, the sow screamed, and a grain of iron sand hit her barely visible eye, half of which hung outside.

The sow herself was attacked, she abandoned the yellow dog, turned around and ran at the old farmer. A single burst of earth guns is a burning stick at this time, and hunters who are bitten to death by injured wild boars every year are not news at all in the past in northwest Zhejiang.

It was too late, and a huge figure jumped from the big stone behind the old peasant, holding in his hand a boulder of more than 100 catties, which was a long broken stone. The huge stone was lifted above his head, and the wild boar sprinted when it was only four or five meters away from the old farmer, and when the huge figure jumped down, he shouted: "Look for death!" ”

The shout was so loud that even the wounded sow was silenced. This sudden scene made the sow with one eye a little confused, and it actually stopped. But the mountain did not stop, and the boulder held high above his head was in his hand like an ordinary person holding a brick, and he used all his strength to seize this gap. There was a "bang", and the sound of the boulder and the skull cracking at the same time rang out, and the sow, which was nearly two hundred pounds, fell to the ground motionless......

The old farmer's mouth was opened into a "0" shape, and he had been a hunter all his life, and such a violent and bloody hunt was the first time in his life that someone actually used a stone to get an adult injured wild boar......