Uncle Meng, who was holding a thick wooden stick as a temporary crutch, walked out of the back room slowly and firmly, Director Sun just wanted to step forward to support him, but he stopped it with a smile, Uncle Meng said with emotion: "I haven't touched the ground in this leg for more than half a year, and now with the blessing of the girl, I can finally get out of bed and walk around by myself, this feeling is really good." 〖〗”

Director Sun withdrew the hand that had been stretched out, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with deep feelings: "I really didn't expect her to be so young, but this medical skill is so clever, I was really shocked to see you get out of bed and walk around yesterday morning." It's really a shame to say that I originally studied Chinese medicine, but I have been busy making money in business all these years, and I have long since abandoned it. ”

"If you want to say that our ancestors have passed down things for thousands of years, I have been looking at Western medicine for so long, and I don't know how much it cost to eat this injection, but the effect is not as good as the few small silver needles in An Yatou's hand. It's a pity that there are a lot of people who study Chinese medicine now, but there are not many who can really carry it forward. ”

"Yes, it seems that after I finish purchasing yao materials this time, I will also pick up the ones I learned before, but I can't lose all the jinghua left by my ancestors."

Uncle Meng and Director Sun were chatting to themselves, looking at Fan Jian, who was worried about the bowl of boy's urine in front of him, and his heart was crossed, and he roared angrily: "For the happiness of the second half of my life, I will fight." As he spoke, he picked up the bowl. Then he held his breath and drank it with a gulp.

When he had finished drinking, he put down the bowl in his hand. Just as he was forcibly enduring that fishy breath, when his eyes were straight, Director Sun hurriedly said, "Young Master Fan, have you really drunk it?" But I seem to remember that the best boy urine is the first bubble of urine every morning for boys before the full moon, and the one you drink is seven years old. I don't know if it's going to work! ”

"Ah, you didn't say it sooner." Fan Jian screamed. He couldn't hold back any longer, bent down and 'vomited', and vomited wildly, like a poison gas bomb exploding. A sour smell and a strong smell of urine immediately began to permeate the room, and those subordinates who usually liked to circle around him immediately hid out of the room......

At this moment, the contest between the wild boar and the hunting dog has entered the white-hot stage, and the big wild boar is still bleeding because of the wounds on its body, so the strength of the resistance is getting smaller and smaller. And the hunting dogs, encouraged by Meng Dezi, became more and more courageous, and they kept on the buttocks, ribs, and tails of the wild boars. These vital parts of the crotch have left deep bite scars.

Seeing that the boar's strength had been exhausted, Meng Dezi put his two fingers in his mouth. There was a sharp whistle, and the hounds, hearing the whistle, immediately retreated in unison, and stopped biting the boar. Only then did Meng Dezi pick up the shotgun in his hand, aim it at the dying wild boar and pull the trigger in his hand. The crisp sound of gunfire rang out in the depths of the silent snow-capped mountains, which frightened many small animals that were still foraging. Began to flee in all directions. The boar that had been shot also fell to the ground, twitching a few times on the ground. and he died no more.

After the gunshot, An Xin said a little strangely: "Brother Meng, since you have decided to use a shotgun to solve it, why do you still want that group of hunting dogs to toss with it for so long?" The black-tailed dog and the big yellow dog with drooping ears were almost disemboweled by the wild boar. ”

Meng Dezi explained while collecting the noose around the neck of the wild boar that had fallen to the ground: "They are not born to hunt, a good hunting dog needs to grow in all kinds of battles. Only by constantly fighting with these fierce beasts can they learn the experience of defeating the enemy, can they have a perfect tacit understanding, can they defeat the most ferocious enemies at the minimum cost, and can they become a qualified hunting dog. This is also the law of survival in the animal world, just like human society, the survival of the fittest is the eternal truth. All I'm doing now is giving them a chance to grow. ”

Although this remark was very cold, it made sense when he thought about it carefully, and Li Yuanhao said with feeling: "When I was receiving intensive training in Siberia a few years ago, the instructor there also said the same thing to us. Then, the instructor threw us a lighter and a Swiss army knife and threw our group into the snow and ice of Siberia to fend for ourselves. At that time, I thought that this time I might not have my life to go out. Who knew that not only did I persevere to the end, but in those sixty days or so, I realized much more than I had learned in the previous twenty years combined. Now that I think about it, practical experience is applicable not only in human society, but also in the animal world. Listening to the words of these two people, An Xin pondered with a deep epiphany.

After the wild boar was skinned and boneless, there were still about 200 catties of weight, and it was impossible to carry such a heavy burden, so Meng Dezi cut off the limbs of the wild boar as food on the road, and the rest of the wild boar meat dug a snow pit near the wooden house, buried it on the spot, and then marked it, ready to dig it out again on the return journey, and carry it back.

Fortunately, it is located halfway up the Changbai Mountain, and the temperature is only more than minus 40 degrees, which is a natural freezer. The meat sold in the snow pit will not spoil no matter how long it is buried, as long as it does not melt in the snow.

Because of the long delay in dealing with this wild boar, Tianse has gradually dimmed, Meng Dezi proposed to rest in the wooden house tonight, and then continue to hurry tomorrow morning, and his proposal was immediately approved by An Xin and Li Yuanhao.

In the silence of the night, a bright bonfire was lit in one corner of the wooden house, and a wild boar leg weighing at least ten pounds was worn with two iron sirls, and was baked on it, An Xin and Li Yuanhao, and Meng Dezi sat around the bonfire. The hounds, instinctively afraid of the flames, crawled obediently on the other side of the house, having received the boar's entrails for food. Especially the two dogs that contribute the most are the best parts they get to them. In Meng Dezi's words, they are like children, and they must be rewarded appropriately for their good performance, so that they can show their fighting spirit and not get by and live a chaotic life.

An Xin also smiled and said: "Brother Meng, I think it's really a pity that you use this set to train dogs, you should be a teacher, and I don't know how many outstanding talents you can educate." ”

Who knew that Meng Dezi, who was still happy, heard An Xin mention the word teacher, but the smile on his face dimmed, he silently turned the golden huang that had been roasted in his hand, and the wild boar leg that was still dripping with grease, and stopped talking.

An Xin was stunned when she saw this, she turned her inquiring gaze to Li Yuanhao, and Li Yuanhao also shook his head suspiciously, expressing his puzzlement. An Xin had no choice but to say bluntly: "Brother Meng, did what I said make you unhappy?" If so, just tell me. ”

Maybe the night in the mountains was too quiet, or maybe the thoughts had been held in his heart for too long, so that Meng Dezi also had the urge to find someone to talk to, and he told An Xin and Li Yuanhao his story while turning over the sizzling wild boar leg roasted in his hand.

It turned out that in the mid-nineties of the last century, the mountain people at that time only knew how to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, although the diligent mountain people in their hands were indispensable to eat, but every household had no money to spare. At that time, Meng Dezi was only in his early twenties, and he was a hard-working and willing young man. He has a childhood girlfriend named Gu Lian, who is as old as him. The two of them grew up together and felt very deep, and their families were not far apart, and they knew each other, so the adults of the two families set up a marriage for them early, and waited for Gu Lian to officially get married after graduating from school.

Gu Lian studied teacher training, and after graduation, she was assigned to return to the primary school in her hometown. The elementary school was built in a mountain col and the conditions were very difficult. The black window, without glass, could not let in a single ray of light, and the thick earthen wall, perhaps a long time ago, had already stepped into the ranks of dilapidated houses.

There are no uniform uniforms, no complete desks, no lame chairs, the children's unkempt hair, unclean clothes, strange school bags in their hands, and shoes full of mud on their feet, all of which tell the story of the school and its students' difficulties.

There are many new teachers who are assigned to teach for a long time, either they find a way to transfer away, or they simply resign. However, in this three or four small villages within a radius of dozens of kilometers, if there is no teacher, those children in the mountains will face dropping out.

Gu Lian was originally a girl from the mountains, she was an ambitious girl, with a passion and tenacity, and she understood the troubles of children in the mountains who did not have books to read. On her first day in school, the children who were dressed in tatters but sat upright, looked at the new young teacher curiously with those bright, inquisitive eyes, and Gu Lian's tears almost fell.

The textbooks in the hands of those children were rolled up, and the dense handwriting on them could be vaguely seen, which seemed to be left by the older brothers and sisters of the previous session. Some children don't even have a pencil in their hands, so they can only use sharpened charcoal as a pencil. Some even carry their younger siblings behind their backs who haven't woken up yet......

At that time, Gu Lian secretly swore in her heart that she must let these children in the mountains have books to read, so she completely set up camp in this primary school. Meng Dezi, who also grew up in the mountains, was also very supportive of her decision, and he also gave Gu Lian the help he could from time to time. Sometimes she helps Gu Lian clean the school, sometimes she helps Gu Lian manage the students, and sometimes she sends some game to Gu Lian, so that she can improve the food with the children in the school. Just when the fiery hearts of the two young people were getting closer and tighter, an accident happened. To be continued

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