Qiu Decai smiled, so I want to thank you, if you hadn't buried the rabbit, how could I dig the rabbit out of the soil?

Speaking of this, he approached Liu Sanjun and said, don't listen to your mother-in-law, in the future, you will go up the mountain to hunt wild things, you don't eat it, don't bury it, just send it to me to eat with me, drink a few cups of it, and be happy! Anyway, my mother-in-law went to the city to take her grandson, and I was alone, so you came just to be a companion and have a little fun.

Liu Sanjun said yes, but he had other thoughts in his heart: since the rabbit was okay after eating, he would take the wild things he hunted in the mountains home to cook delicacies, and his wife would persuade her to eat them if he didn't eat them.

A few days later, in the early hours of the morning, a gunshot rang out on the mountain behind the house, and Qiu Decai, who had just woken up, was shocked. He thought: This must be the hunting Liu Sanjun who caught wild things in the forest again! It seems that we can eat game again today.

In a moment of excitement, he got up from the bunk. The head of the shop was against the wall, and there was a stone window at the head of the wall, but there was no fence, like a large opening in the wall, but there was a limit to the size, and the head could not stick out, but could only look out.

It was light outside, and everything was clearly visible. Of course, the trees in the distance still look a little blurry black, but the bamboo forest in the near distance and the whitish path through the bamboo forest into the mountain are clear.

So early, there are no pedestrians in sight on this mountain road, will the person who put the gun in the back mountain appear on this road? If he appears on the road, is he Liu Sanjun?

Qiu Decai stood on the bunk, looking out of the stone window, and saw nothing, only heard the sound of various bird calls playing in the forest behind the house that had been silent for a while.

Because he stood a little longer and only wore a pair of pants, Qiu Decai, who was naked in other parts of his body, felt a little cold.

Hopefully, he was about to put on his clothes and go out, and follow the white mountain road into the woods to see who the man who had released the gun was.

But when he blinked, he saw a man coming out of the bamboo forest, carrying a shotgun, and at the end of the barrel hung a pheasant with brilliant feathers, and the pheasant's head hung upside down, clearly dead.

That person was Liu Sanjun, who was familiar at first sight. He walked on the road without making a sound, as if he was a natural hunter, not alarming wild animals, but having a lethal effect on wild animals.

Seeing him, Qiu Decai was very excited, and shouted Liu Sanjun, congratulations on your night hunting and harvest.

After all, Liu Sanjun was outdoors, and he only felt that someone was calling him, and he didn't recognize who was calling him for a while.

was following the sound to look around, and suddenly found that a hand stretched out from the stone window on a wall and kept shaking, accompanied by the sound of talking, I am Qiu Decai, I heard the gunshot just now, and I guessed that you hit the target in the night hunt, and sure enough, it was! I'll open the door right away, congratulations!

I'm sorry I let the gun make you sleepy, you better continue to sleep!

Qiu Decai heard Liu Sanjun's reply outside the house, didn't think much about it, quickly pulled back the arm that stretched out the stone window, scribbled on his clothes, and held his urine, rushed to open the door, looked around, and didn't see Liu Sanjun coming.

So he went out and went to the white mountain road behind the arched house to look for it, but there was no one to be found.

Qiu Decai let go of his voice and shouted Liu Sanjun, and heard the sound of the response at the corner of the village house, don't shout, don't shout, it's so early, some people are still sleeping, don't wake people up.

Qiu Decai turned around to look for him and thought: You fucking let off a shot that shook the mountain, why don't you say that you are afraid of waking people up?

But Qiu Decai only held back this in his heart and did not say it, he only hoped that Liu Sanjun would take down the pheasant hanging on the shotgun and take it home for him to cook appetizers, and share the harvest of his night hunt with Liu Sanjun in a drink like last time.

At this moment, he suddenly found that Liu Sanjun was approaching his house, carrying the dead pheasant in one hand and the iron-blue shotgun in the other.

Qiu Decai knew that he had lost hope, but he still didn't give up, and whispered to the past, you brought the prey home, aren't you afraid of your mother-in-law complaining?

Liu Sanjun turned around and smiled at him, and said confidently, I have done my mother-in-law's work well, pheasants are more nutritious than chickens, once she understands her thoughts, not only will she not complain about me, but she will also praise me!

Then congratulations. Qiu Decai said this, and his heart was extremely unhappy. Standing in the yard and watching Liu Sanjun open the door and enter the house, he couldn't hold back the urine he had been holding anymore, dragged out the guy, and sprayed it towards an old wall covered with moss. And muttered in a low voice, fuck, Liu Sanjun is really a pee.

On the morning of the third day, Qiu Decai herded cattle in the back mountain as usual, and he walked up and down the mountains with dense forests and bamboos, and from time to time he saw piles of wild animal dung in the grass, on the cliffside, and by the stream, and he had a desire to hunt wild things in his heart, but he did not have a shotgun, and prepared a wooden stick in his hand, and Bawang beat a hare or something.

After all, he found nothing wild, and although he had climbed a few mountains and waded through a few mountains, he had nothing to gain except that he was tired and sweating.

He walked further, and in front of him was a clump of fat green barma. Suddenly, a choking stench wafted over, and he used the wooden stick in his hand to pick up the bush of barberry and take a look, Huo Di retreated, only to see a nest of dead birds, full of green-headed flies, and it was expected that the body of the dead bird was rotting and maggots.

He didn't know what kind of bird it was, so he picked up a stick and stretched it out, and the green-headed fly buzzed away.

Only then did it become clear that it was not an ordinary bird boy who died, but a pheasant boy. He covered his nose and counted for a while, a total of nine.

I thought: This is a pity, if 9 small pheasants grow into big pheasants, and each big pheasant hatches a litter of baby pheasants, and the young pheasants grow up again, and reproduce again and again, then this mountainous area is only a pheasant population, which is a grand and considerable natural wealth.

But when he saw this litter of dead pheasants, he felt disappointed and even hopeless. He dropped a stick in his hand, turned around and left.

On the evening of the fourth day, Qiu Decai led the oxen to graze grass at the foot of the mountain, and met Liu Sanjun, who had returned to the village from work at the quarry, and asked him whether the pheasant he had hunted last time was male or female.

Liu Sanjun said it was female, what's wrong?

Qiu Decai described to him vividly the situation of a nest of dead pheasants that he saw in the mountains herding cattle. Speaking of the dead pheasant's raw maggots, the tone dragged on for a long time, and he also made a gagging appearance of shaking his head and snorting his nose, which made Liu Sanjun feel immersive, just like the stinky maggots arched on the dead pheasant were about to crawl into his eye sockets, and his eyes blinked.

Qiu Decai then came to the conclusion that you must have hunted the pheasant woman, and one of its pheasants lost the care of feeding, and died after starving for two days, what a sin!

When Liu Sanjun saw him say this, he was a little unconvinced, his eyes widened and he argued, not necessarily, the pheasant I hunted was the mother of the dead pheasant, maybe it didn't hatch the pheasant? And say that if I create iniquity, I will create iniquity, so what does it matter to you?

Qiu Decai rubbed his hands and replied seriously, of course it's none of my business, I'm just telling you that there is a sentence you may have heard, that is: persuade the monarch not to fight the three spring birds, and the son is looking forward to the return of the mother in the nest! It's not just you, it's spring, no one should shoot birds, in fact, pheasants are also birds, big birds.

Liu Sanjun sneered and said to him, don't pretend to be serious, I hear this kind of thing a lot.

Qiu Decai said, then let's not talk about it. He used the end of the rope as a whip, and struck the cow's buttocks so sharply that the cow was inexplicably in pain, and the grass was not eaten, and he raised his head and ran on the grass.

Qiu Decai followed behind the cow's ass and muttered, it's really an injection in the cow's buttocks, you Liu Sanjun didn't feel it.