Seven or eight hunters listened quietly, but they couldn't understand why the old man had died of stomach cancer, but he had come to protect the birds. At this time, the pock-faced man asked Wu Xingyun a question, protecting birds and being sick are two different things, there seems to be no connection between them at all, why didn't your father treat the disease and come to the desert island to protect the birds? I really don't understand.

Wu Xingyun felt that he couldn't explain clearly, so he said to Wu Guozhong, Dad, you have to talk about it, it's best to convince these hunters.

Protecting life is immortal, and killing life is short. The reason why I came to the island to stop you from hunting birds is because I don't want to die so soon, I have stomach cancer, maybe because the nurses can still be saved! This is the nursing of life to live forever. Wu Guozhong thought about it for a while, and finally got to the point.

Seven or eight hunters exploded like sesame beans in a wok, and according to you, we will have a short life when we hunt birds! How is that possible? We are alive and well, full of energy.

Wu Guozhong said, the time for retribution has not come, the time has come, and it is too late for you to regret it! Back then, I bought a few ducks in the army to kill and eat fine, and then killed and ate too much, that is, killed and ate thousands of ducks and there was a problem, from quantitative change to qualitative change, I am suffering from this disease now, I suspect that it is the sequelae of killing and eating so many ducks back then, so many ducks found me, and became an obstacle that endangered my life, I came to the island to protect the birds, just to eliminate the evil obstacle by atonement, I think as long as the evil obstacle is eliminated, the stomach cancer I suffer from may be cured.

Wu Guozhong would not have talked about these truths, why did he speak the truth at this time? It turned out that the land god here immediately jumped into his mind, blessed his thoughts, and made him talk reasonably.

At this moment, the tall man spoke again, what Uncle Wu said just now is that nursing students have to grow, and killing is short-lived, which reminds me of a real thing. You probably all know that there is a butcher who kills pigs on Nancheng West Street, he is very powerful, and he was also very beautiful back then, when he sells meat, generally do not go over the scales, you as a customer say that you want a few catties and a few taels, he uses a machete on the meat table to put the pork on the meat table seems to be cut casually, cut off, take a weigh, not a millimeter.

So others gave him a nickname that praised his skill: Divine Knife Hand. The swordsman had been angry for some years, but he died before he could reach the age of fifty. Before he died, he was paralyzed in bed for half a year, thin into skin and bones, and often talked nonsense, in fact, it was not nonsense, it was the truth, he said, every day there were black and oppressive pig souls around him to settle accounts, every time he bit him fiercely with sharp teeth, all day and all night without rest, and made him scream in pain like a pig with a knife.

The pock-faced man said, don't talk away, the divine knife hand can only represent the divine knife hand, not anyone, we have to live now, as for what will happen in the future, who will care about it? Who knows? We only care about the current affairs, and now Mr. Wu's father advises us not to fight birds, which is tantamount to making us unemployed. We ask you, what right does he have to make us unemployed?

Wu Xingyun said in a soothing tone, you don't want to talk too much about the problem, in order to fulfill my father's wish to protect the child and live forever, I now express my attitude to your group of hunters: All hunters who listen to my father's advice and stop hunting birds can go to work in our Xinglong Construction Company, so that you will not be unemployed?

The few hunters who were standing in front of them all said happily, "That's okay." Only the pock-faced man said, that's not good, it's not free to go to work in any unit, how free should you be to hunt?!

A fellow hunter with a gun persuaded that hunting is not long-term, and the income is unstable, for example, although there are many birds and sparrows in this wilderness, but you also fight, I also fight, and he also fights, and one day they will be all killed, and when they are all killed, won't we also be unemployed? It is better to find a regular and long-term salary unit to work.

The pock-faced man is considered to have acquiesced, and he no longer "raises the bar" with Wu Xingyun. Seven or eight hunters scrambled to say, when will we be scheduled to go to work?

Tomorrow morning, report to our company. Wu Xingyun said briskly.

At this time, Wu Guozhong pulled Wu Xingyun under a tree and whispered for a while, and Wu Xingyun nodded. Then he stood on a slightly higher ground and said to them, "My dad just said that I can arrange for you to go to work today." He pointed to the tall man in front of him and said, "You go to the dock on the south side of the island with Director Ma Ben to unload the goods, and I have brought a large shipload of building materials for the house, and I am going to build a house on the island, so that my father can live here and protect the birds."

Alright! Seven or eight hunters replied in unison.

Follow me! The horse ran to give the command, waved his hand, and was about to lead them away. Wu Xingyun frowned and said, Slow, you all unload the bullets from the shotgun with me, and then go with Director Ma Ben.

Several of the hunters obediently unloaded the bullets from their shotguns and put them into the blankets tied around their waists. Only the pock-faced man stroked the shotgun with both hands, looking hesitant. Wu Xingyun said to him, if you don't unload the bullets, you don't have to report to our company. Everyone who comes to work in our company must obey orders.

I don't pull the trigger, the bullet is in the chamber and it doesn't come out to shoot the bird, it doesn't matter! The pock-faced man said this, still a little reluctantly.

There is no reason to talk about it, if you want to fight birds, keep shooting birds! It's your freedom, and I don't care. Wu Xing turned around and left.

One of the hunters, who had gone into the woods, turned around and persuaded the pock-faced man. The pock-faced man was silent, but he pulled the trigger with a shotgun in his hand, and fired a shot into the sky with a "bang", and the entire desert island seemed to tremble. The pock-faced man shouted at Wu Xingyun, who was looking back at him, Mr. Wu, it is better for me to do this than to unload the bullet from the chamber of the gun.

Wu Xingyun was unhappy, and said in his heart, fuck, you always have to be unique. At this moment, the chirping of the birds disappeared from the forest, and only the sound of frightened birds flapping their wings and flying away from different directions could be heard.

Seeing that Wu Xingyun didn't speak, the pock-faced man said recklessly, Mr. Wu, I should be able to go with Director Ma Ben now!

You wait, I'll ask for advice. Wu Xingyun approached Wu Guozhong, who was standing there on crutches, and before he could speak, Wu Guozhong spoke first, Xingyun, since he no longer fights birds, it doesn't hurt to put an empty gun at the end, let him go with Director Ma Ben!

Yes! Wu Xing turned around, waved his hand, and said to the pock-faced man. The pock-faced man trotted into the jungle and caught up with a group of middle-aged men who had given up hunting and were about to have a new job.

A week later, a brick and wood bungalow was erected and freshly painted on the deserted island, and Wu Guozhong moved in.

Since then, he began his career as a bird protector on the island, and his son Wu Xingyun is also very cooperative with him, in addition to arranging a special person to send daily necessities to his father by ship every three or five times, and according to his father's requirements, he asked the master craftsmen in Nancheng to weave more than 100 bird's nests and send them to the island, and hang them in the jungle, so that all the birds have a place to settle down. And regularly put millet and other foods in the bird's nest for birds and finches to eat.

In order to win the understanding of others about his bird protection work, Wu Guozhong also made four "Wu Lao Bird Protection" signs, and used a few lines of small block letters to explain the reason for his bird protection. The general content is that he has stomach cancer and does not want to spend money on treatment, but wants to invest all the money that should be used for his treatment into bird care work, which he thinks is more meaningful.

Even if his stomach cancer can't be cured, or even if he dies one day, as long as the birds on the island can live freely because of his protection, he thinks it's worth it! He hoped that hunters or ordinary people who came to the island to try to hunt birds would understand his feelings and give up hunting birds.