In the early hours of that morning, Liu Sanjun brought back the hunted pheasant, and his wife Cai Zhongsheng was still asleep in bed and did not wake up, so in order to avoid being blamed by her, he boiled a pot of boiling water in advance, scalded the pheasant, and gathered the beautiful feathers into a pile, packed it in a large plastic, carried it to the corner of the back of the house, broke off a few leafy branches to cover it, and prepared to take it to the town's scrap yard for money later.

Because pheasant feathers are more beautiful and valuable than domestic chicken feathers, he doesn't want to throw them away, and he doesn't want his wife to know, and if he does, he will object to him not to kill.

After Liu Sanjun disposed of the pheasant feathers, he entered the house and chopped the feathered pheasant, washed it, and put it in a pot to boil soup.

When the house was full of incense, Cai Zhongsheng, who woke up, smelled the fragrance, so he got up and went straight to the kitchen to open the lid of the hanging pot and take a look, it was boiled until the boiling water was churning, and the pieces of meat were dancing up and down in the pot.

Cai Zhongsheng asked what kind of meat it was, and Liu Sanjun, who was cutting green onions with a cloth, paused the kitchen knife in his hand and replied, which is also invisible? It's chicken.

Cai Zhongsheng moved his eyes suspiciously, and before he could speak, Liu Sanjun continued, I received my salary in the quarry yesterday, so I went to the town to buy a chicken and come back to simmer soup, and make up for your body, can't you?

Cai Zhongsheng said in disbelief, my body should be supplemented, but I don't really believe that this pot is cooking chicken.

Wife, what do you suspect? You take a ladle and stir it in the pan to see if it's chicken?

Liu Sanjun sprinkled the chopped green onion into the pot as he spoke, and then used chopsticks to pull out a piece of meat for her to see, but Cai Zhongsheng didn't say anything more.

But when it was cooked, when he ate it, Cai Zhongsheng felt that the meat tasted a little rough, so he said, this is not like chicken, the chicken has a delicate taste, you can't fool me.

Liu Sanjun said with a smile, who fooled you, you don't know, this is old hen meat, of course, it doesn't taste so delicate.

Hearing this, Cai Zhongsheng reluctantly dispelled his doubts.

After eating, she went to the latrine in a hurry, and the smell made her can't help but spit out the door, and when she looked up, she saw some eye-catching fresh branches piled up in the corner behind the house.

After relieving herself, she looked over and opened the fresh branches with her feet, revealing a large plastic bag, which she opened and saw was full of colorful pheasant feathers.

She understood, so she carried the bag of pheasant feathers from the back room through the main hall house, threw it in front of Liu Sanjun, who was sitting on a chair and smoking a paper cigarette, and snorted and said, What is this?

Liu Sanjun knew that he was exposed, his cheeks flushed, and he smiled awkwardly, what you say is what it is.

Cai Zhongsheng said, you still lie to me and say that you eat old hen meat, I thought, even if it is an old hen, the taste will not be so rough. It's clear that a pheasant you hunted at night brought back to simmer the soup, how can you say that it is an old hen?

Haven't you always been against me hunting? So I don't want to tell you the truth, in fact, I hunt a pheasant and come back to eat, it's nothing, it's no better than that kind of spiritual animal like a turtle, you eat it, its soul will haunt you. Besides, birds and beasts such as pheasants and hares can be eaten by orcs, and they are also afraid, and they are also afraid, what is the meaning of human life?

Liu Sanjun defended himself and spoke eloquently. He also glanced at Cai Zhongsheng and said that you are not only fine if you eat this pheasant, but also nourish your body, although the pheasant meat is rough, its nutritional value is far better than that of domestic chicken.

As he spoke, he picked up the plastic bag full of pheasant feathers and said, "It is not only valuable for meat, but also for hair, and I will definitely get money by taking it to the scrap recycling station in town."

After that, Liu Sanjun went hunting on the mountain behind the house with a shotgun, and Cai Zhongsheng no longer dissuaded him and let him do whatever he wanted.

But the calamity was quietly coming. It was a dark and windy night, and Liu Sanjun ate a few glasses of wine at home, and then went out from the back room with a shotgun.

When he stepped out of the door, he fell and quickly got up.

Cai Zhongsheng rushed over and said, you drank too much, don't hunt tonight, and rest at home.

No way! No way! Liu Sanjun was resolute, touching the shotgun and saying, what is it to drink some wine? I wasn't drunk at all, and I might be more successful in hunting in the mountains while I was drinking, and if I didn't come back with a few pheasants and hares, how could I have a snack?

Liu Sanjun usually goes out through the front door for hunting, but this time he goes out through the back door.

Cai Zhongsheng followed him off, and it was not until his figure disappeared into the drowsy night that he retreated from the door and went to the latch.

When he was sleeping with the lamp on, he suddenly heard a clanging sound in the middle room, as if something had fallen, Cai Zhongsheng, who had already gone to bed, got up again, walked over and turned on the electric light in the middle room, and found nothing everywhere.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered towards the base of the north wall, and he saw a two-inch-long iron nail lying horizontally on the ground. There was still wall ash on the mouth of the iron nail, and Cai Zhongsheng looked at the wall, there was a small hole, and the iron nail fell from there.

She wondered: this was where her husband hung his shotgun. This nail didn't fall when it was hanging the shotgun, why didn't it fall when it was empty?

Cai Zhongsheng didn't think much about it, bent down to pick up the iron nail and put it on the table next to the wall, hoping that her husband would come back from hunting, and then nail it firmly and fix it in another position on the wall.

The next morning, Liu Sanjun did not go home, as usual he should have gone home, and after breakfast at home, he should go to work in the quarry.

Since the husband didn't come home, something else must have stumbled. He probably didn't hunt any wild animals, so he went straight to work in the quarry.

Cai Zhongsheng thought about it like this, his hair was messy, and he hadn't combed it yet, but he was in no mood to comb it, because his head was always groggy for some reason that morning.

In the adjacent tiled house, Qiu Decai woke up. He vaguely heard a gunshot just now, so he rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them, the room was already bright.

He guessed that it must be Liu Sanjun, who was hunting, who hit the wild thing again, which had nothing to do with him. He originally had an opinion on Liu Sanjun, but his opinion was an opinion, Qiu Decai, who had always loved to watch the excitement, still couldn't help but get up, and he didn't care about the cold of spring when he was only wearing underwear, so he leaned against the wall at the head of the shop and looked out through the stone window like a lookout.

But after a while, there was no one to be seen, and the wilderness was silent. After a while, there was the noise of birds.

He couldn't get tired of watching it, got dressed and got up to wash, and then led the oxen to the back hill to graze grass.

He heard the crow of a pheasant, coming from a dense woods. He went in and tried to catch a live pheasant with his bare hands, take it back and kill it, chop it into pieces of meat, cook it and make a tooth sacrifice. lest he often see Liu Sanjun fighting a wild thing or something, and he will be so hungry that he salivates.

He swerved a pair of mung bean eyes, peeking through the woods, but saw no pheasants, only a few unknown birds squeaking in the thorn canopy, as if mocking him for being a nest and a nest of ideas.

Qiu Decai ignored it, and moved his eyes to a soap tree, looking down along the trunk from the top of the tree, and suddenly found a figure lying sideways in the grass under the roots of the tree, motionless.

He walked over quietly and saw clearly that it was not someone else who fell, but he was particularly familiar with Liu Sanjun.

Liu Sanjun's nostrils and mouth were covered with blood, and there was a shotgun on the grass a few inches away from his chest, and the barrel of the gun was facing Liu Sanjun's chest, which was still gurgling blood.

He died, Qiu Decai put his hand under his nostrils and tried it, but he was out of breath.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Decai concluded that Liu Sanjun failed to pay attention and mistakenly aimed the barrel of the shotgun at his chest and went off, resulting in his death from drinking bullets.

It was the first time that Qiu Decai saw the tragic situation of a person being shot with a shotgun and killed, and he did not dare to linger longer, so he walked through the woods, brushed aside the thorns, and hurried down the mountain, and when he reached the front of the village, he kept shouting: "Dead man!" Dead man! ……