First of all, my father made a pigsty, a chicken coop, and a sheep pen in the yard with everyone. In response to everyone's questions, my father said that he would ask for them in the mountains, and go to the mountains to catch breeding sheep, pheasants, and wild boars to domesticate, and after a long time, they will become domestic poultry and livestock.

The plan is good, the idea is good, but it's a lot harder to actually do it.

To do this, you have to catch them alive first, in fact, you have to match the male and female, and then you have to have the right environment so that these animals are willing to thrive in this new environment, and the last problem is to ensure that these animals are fed several times a day when there are still difficulties with food for both humans and dogs.

It is estimated that it will take two months for the soil to thaw completely, and then it will be better to dig and plough the ground.

It was still early for spring ploughing, and the father and children planned to solve the problem of poultry provenance first.

They planned to go into the mountains the next day to hunt, and they were hunting, catching alive, not hunting. The father and the children planned for half the night, and they repeatedly discussed which ravine or mountain ridge to take, what method to use to hunt, whether the whole family should go out or a part of the people, what to do after being caught, what tools to bring, and so on.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the father and mother got up to make breakfast, and when the meal was ready, they called the children up to eat, so that the children could sleep a little longer, both of them at the age of growth.

After eating, the mother and the full sister took two dogs who gave birth to the paparazzi at home, and blocked the stone gate with the top door stone, and the father and three sons took the four dogs to set off.

They walked upstream along the river, and their destination was a small mountain bay upstream, and my father remembered that there were many such animals in the mountain bay, and now it depends on their luck.

The destination was not far from their home, two hours away. When it was almost noon, they arrived, and saw a tributary of the river winding to the right, the water of the tributary was not large, but looking at the clarity of the water and the slow rise of the stream, it was estimated that the ravine would not be too small, which was about the same as my father's memory thirty years ago.

My father remembered that there was a small waterhole up the stream, and there were many animals and birds around the waterhole, and it was estimated that he could catch some live animals.

The road up the river is not easy to walk, basically there is no road, so I have to step on the stones in the mountain stream, fortunately it is not too far to get to the place.

Where you can hear a waterfall falling and the sound of water. My father knew that the waterhole was ahead, so he beckoned everyone to calm down, squatted down, and walked forward step by step.

Through a clump of weeds, the father and the children saw a small waterhole in front of them, sparkling on the water, a few unnamed birds were grooming their wings in the water, their red pointed beaks were shining in the sun, next to the birds were a few pheasants drinking water by the pool, and in the middle of the waterhole there were two birds like mandarin ducks swimming slowly, although there were many animals, but there seemed to be no species they were looking for.

They waited until the sun was setting in the afternoon and the breeding birds they wanted had not yet appeared, so they had to come back the next day, and the children were a little discouraged.

The father told them that this was difficult, and that they had to be patient, and that they would be able to catch it once or twice.

As they walked down the stream, the dogs knew that today's mission was over, and they were a little unruly, running back and forth, and their father didn't care about them anymore.

After walking for a while, they suddenly heard the low barking of dogs in front of them, and the hunter knew that this was a big match for the dogs, so he hastened his pace and jumped on the rocks and ran downstream.

After coming to the place, the father and the children were happy to smile one by one, and it was hard to think that it was all effortless, it turned out to be a female wild boar with a group of little piglets rolling in the mud on the side of the creek and was bumped into by the dogs, if the female wild boar was her own, if she did it with these dogs, she might not be at a disadvantage, but with this group of little piglets she didn't care about the tail, it was difficult to be thoughtful, it knew that it was not an opponent, neither took the initiative to attack, nor did it intend to escape, just rolled up its tail, turned in a circle, stared at the hunting dogs around it with its eyes, and from time to time let out a low roar or two that seemed to be warnings。

The dogs know that today this wild boar is not as good as before, with the little piglets, they will definitely fight to protect the young, and they can't go up directly to bite them, and they have to wait for the owner to come and get an idea.

Seeing this scene, my father already had an idea.

He arranged for the children to surround the city in a circle, and together with the dogs, the wild boar herd was surrounded in the middle, and told the children to take care of their own direction after the female boar was subdued, and never let the little piglets run away.

The father and the children unfurled a large net woven from kudzu vines and slowly walked from a high place to the place where the wild boar was, and finally completely enveloped the wild boar and the little piglet.

With the father's shout, everyone pressed the net down at the same time, and the female wild boar immediately felt bad, and when she wanted to rush out, she had been stumped by this big net, and where she could move, its two big fangs also pierced into the mesh and leaked out in the process of rushing out.

The father stepped forward, raised his axe and threw it at the boar's head, only to hear a boom, the skull was smashed, and the boar, which had been rushing around the net just now, fell to the ground with a thud and died.

When a dozen or so little boars saw the female boar fall, they stopped howling in fright, stopped the urge to scurry, and stood there not knowing what to do.

The father and the children pounced, grabbed the calves one by one, and put them in the basket, and when the little boars were loaded into the basket, they quickly covered them with a lid to prevent the little boar from jumping out.

One man carried the baby boar, and three people carried the mother boar with a wooden pole, and walked out on the sharp and slippery stones by the stream. They had to speed up their pace, there was a lot of delay just now, and with these things on their shoulders, it would definitely be dark when they got home, but with these things on their shoulders, and the road was not easy to walk, it would be good not to fall as much as possible, how could they go fast.

But no matter what, on the first day out, there are so many harvests in a very good mood, these dozen little wild boars raised, by the end of the year is a large group of fat pigs, their family and dogs just eat a year can not eat ah.

As soon as I walked out of the stream, it was dark, but fortunately there was a moon tonight, and the ground shone with a silver light, and it was white and vast far and near, and it smelled of frost.

When they reached the river, the road was easy to walk, this road was basically a flat road, there were dogs leading the way in front, and there was a moon in the sky, and they all had to do not work hard, but the burden on their shoulders made them uncomfortable, and they were a little out of breath, even so, they did not dare to rest for a while, because they knew that their mother and sister were anxiously waiting for them to come home—they said that they would go back before dark.

When I stumbled home, it was the middle of the night.

Seeing the father and sons come back safely, the mother and the full sister let go of their hanging hearts, and hurriedly served them meals that had been hot for an unknown number of times.

And they were all overjoyed to see that they had brought back so many things.

The pigsty had already been made in the yard, but the little piglets were so lucky that they were reluctant to put them in the yard pigsty, so they kept them in an empty house in a stone house.

The little wild boar has just undergone a tragic change, the mother pig is gone, and she has never seen a person, and suddenly there are so many people, so many dogs, one by one they are so frightened that they snort and bark, and they all retreat backwards in horror when they see people walking in.