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In Wendou Village, people have two jobs. The first one is to count the seasons with fingers crossed and plant the fields according to the season; The second part is to go up the mountain to cut down the fir trees, and after the spring rain and the stream rises, drag the fir trees out and go to the big river to exchange for a year's oil and salt money.

In the rest of the days, the people in the village were most concerned about which piglet was taken away by a wild cat at night, and the next day a pile of large intestines and a pig's head were found at the entrance of the village. Pick it up, wash it, stir-fry it with green chilies, call a good neighbor, and drink a lot of rice wine.

Or maybe a farmer's ox rolled down the hill when it crossed a narrow road, and by the time it was found in a deep ravine, the ox had already died. And the master shall call five or six men, and shall bring back the oxen on their backs. Large pieces of good meat were taken to the village for sale, and the fragments of loose meat, ox heads, ox feet, and water (internal organs) were used to entertain those who helped out.

When such a major event happened, the relatives of the main family inevitably came to visit after hearing the news, helped with some change, said a lot of comforting words, and ate some beef and rice wine, before gradually dispersing.

And so the days went on.

When I was in elementary school, there was a teacher in the village school whose surname was Gao, who was a relative of the village. One day, Mr. Gao and a group of people from the village went to the mountain opposite the Qingshui River to kill a wild boar and carry it back.

This is a great event in the village, and along the way, the whole village is vying to talk about it, and the children are gathered around to see the new and lively. It was also the first time in my life that I had seen such a huge beast. But the boar's long, chilling fangs, and fierce and pitiful eyes, gave me nightmares for a long time.

On that day, the village was like a New Year's holiday.

In Wendou Village, whenever you hunt the beasts in the mountains, you pay attention to the people who see them. Because, in their view, hunting wild beasts is competing with God for food, and many people can share a share of the "sin" by sharing it. When there are many people, the sin that is shared among everyone is negligible and negligible.

I didn't get to taste wild boar, but I thought it must be delicious and delicious.

That night, Mr. Gao and the villagers skinned the wild boar, sold the skin to Mr. Gao at a discount, and the meat was shared and taken home. The wild boar was cleaned by a few hunters, and a large pot was made fragrant. You can smell the aroma from afar, and you will slander it when you think about it.

In the village commissary, dozens of catties of rice wine were made, and the dozen or so people were locked in the house to enjoy large pieces of meat and large bowls of rice wine. After drinking three bowls of rice wine, everyone thought it was really boring to drink stuffy wine like this, so they yelled to make a fist. A large vegetable bowl, a spoonful, a few people handed over the wine bowl, and the fist strokes began.

At first, everyone kept their voices down. Slowly, with the effect of alcohol, the sound of fist strokes became louder.

There are many people in the village who want to rub their mouths, but those people in the house always deliberately tear the sound of punching so much that they can't hear the sound of someone banging on the door.

It was tossed until late at night, and the village slowly quieted down.

When such a thing happens, early the next morning, you will hear the sound of scolding the street from the village. Most of the people who rubbed their mouths last night didn't succeed, and they caught one of the owner's chickens away. The housewife scolded and scolded for a long time, but she couldn't catch the handle, so she had to give up.

At that time, I thought how great it would be if my father would go and get a big boar or a hare someday!

It's a pity that my father doesn't know how to hunt.