Since then, almost every night, Chen Jie lurked at the entrance of the village with a shotgun, but he couldn't "save" the wild thing, he analyzed the reason to make it clear, as soon as there was movement, or smell, the hound couldn't hold his breath, barked, this is not to scare away the wild thing?

In early winter, snowflakes begin to fall in the sky, and villages and mountains gradually turn white. Chen Jie felt that this was a good day for hunting.

On this day, he took his hounds and headed out into the forest and found plum blossom-shaped footprints. Due to the heavy wind and snow, looking at the whereabouts of the footprints, it was a little unclear, and most of them were buried by the snow powder.

He instinctively rubbed his boots on the snow, revealing a few chicken feathers, and subconsciously rubbing a little deeper, revealing a pile of livestock bones. He suddenly remembered the loss of chickens in his house and his neighbourhood on a midsummer night, and concluded that one or more weasels might be lurking in the woods and coming out at night to attack the poultry in a nearby village.

Entering the snow-laden woods, the hound barked inexplicably at a steep cliff on the other side of the mountain, as if he had smelled something. After a while, a weasel sprang out of the cave under the cliff and fled quickly towards the snow-soaked valley.

At this time, the hound stopped barking and chased after him. Before Chen Jie could see what kind of animal it was, he took off the shotgun he was carrying on his back and held it, vigilantly watching the direction of the hound's pursuit. The hound kept chasing, until an unobstructed snow field appeared outside the forest, Chen Jie followed, and before he got out of the forest, a gray and yellow shadow flashed in his eyes, it was a weasel, and he said to himself in an affirmative tone.

It was indeed a weasel that was chased, and because the hunting dogs were chasing after him, the weasel, who could not hide in the woods, turned around and ran across the snow-capped fields.

This weasel is the aforementioned second, and the reason why it has lived in the forest for a few months is relatively safe, because the forest is deep and easy to hide, and other wild beasts are frequent, hunters tend to pay attention to those large beasts, such as wild boars, porcupines and muntjacs, and then those birds that are easy to expose, such as turtle doves, bamboo pheasants and pheasants.

Even when the hound comes out, it is difficult to discern the exact target of hunting due to the smell of various wild beasts, unless there is a wild beast moving in its field of vision. And the weasel is cautious and clever, especially the second child has witnessed the misfortune of his ancestors and accomplices many times, and he has survived by luck, which can be regarded as a narrow escape, so he is very vigilant and conservative every time he goes out.

Sometimes the cries of birds and beasts in the forest were intertwined, and the second child hid in the cave and did not move, thus avoiding the hunt again and again. This time it was exposed, of course, because of the heavy snowfall, which allowed hunters to discover the tracks it left on the snow. Generally, experienced animals, in the severe winter season, are hidden in the cave with entrances and exits, those with entrances and no exits can only be used temporarily, can not be used as long-term shelters, because the second long-term dwelling in the steep cliff under the cave with entrance and no exit, once the snowstorm falls, it will naturally be exposed.

Now the second child is running away with his life, but his figure is always in the sight of hunters and hounds. On the south side of the field was a cottage, and the weasel slipped through the field into the cottage, disappearing around the corner of a tiled house.

Chen Jie was a little anxious, how could the wild thing that was about to be in his hands let it escape? Then the hound rushed by, smelling the scent, and sprinting about the door of one of the tiled houses, and barking loudly.

The thick snow in front of the house was trampled on with a rattling sound, and all the men, women, and children of the village rushed over, and began to wonder what was happening. The owner of the house, a middle-aged woman, inquired carefully about the situation and learned that a weasel had slipped into her house.

Chen Jie was about to go in, but she stopped at the door and said: Don't break into the house casually, if you want to go in and catch wild things, you have to say a condition. Chen Jie asked her what the conditions were, if I hadn't driven her all the way, would the weasel run into your house? The woman did not say anything about that, but said that the wild thing on the mountain had a share in it, and that it had run into her house. The dog still barked at the door of the ear room, and did not trespass easily without the instructions of its master, knowing that it was not in the mountains and jungles.

Chen Jie reluctantly said to the woman: Okay! I will only need a skin to catch the weasel, and the flesh will be kept for you.

So the woman was speechless, and allowed the hunter to enter the house to search, and the hound jumped into the door first, sniffed it, and immediately jumped into the bedroom on the left, and barked at the bottom of the bed with the fur on its neck.

Chen Jie walked into the bedroom unhurriedly, and the woman followed in, staring at him strangely how he caught wild animals. At this time, Chen Jie took the shotgun from his body, placed it horizontally on a dusty table, pointed the muzzle of the gun at an earthen wall, and told the women not to move. The woman said, "Why don't you put the shotgun in the corner?" Chen Jie said no, if he tripped over something, it would be dangerous.

Then he bent over and found the weasel leaning against the corner of the bed, shrunken and shivering. Chen Jie got up and took a wooden stick several meters long from the door, and poked it heavily at the weasel, so it turned its head and escaped from the side under the bed that was not intercepted, before it slipped out, and was bitten by the hunting dog that pounced on its neck, the weasel screamed, and the limbs struggled to move, Chen Jie grabbed its two ears, picked it up, exited the bedroom, and turned a corner to the corridor.

He smiled and said to the woman, "I will only peel off its skin, and leave the flesh for your house." As he spoke, he pressed the scabbard on his waist and popped out a cold and shining moon-shaped knife, he poked the tip of the knife into the weasel's mouth, the beast was powerless to resist, a bubble of blood dripped on the ground, the hound licked its head, and raised its head to look at Chen Jie pressing the weasel on a wooden ladder to peel it.

This weasel really didn't think that he would die so miserably, from the mouth of the hound to Chen Jie's blade, it felt a heart-rending pain, and it was unable to snort; When Chen Jie continued to use the knife to peel the skin, it had passed out, became wooden, and no longer felt pain.

Its soul, like a wisp of green smoke, had left its shell, fluttering over the corridors to peep at the fierce hunters skinning it. In order not to damage the skin, Chen Jie skillfully used a knife to cut from the weasel's nostrils to the forehead, and then from its chin to the urine under the abdomen, some parts were not completely cut, so he repeatedly added a few knives, and then it looked like a straight line soaked in blood, Chen Jie put down the knife, grabbed the skin with both hands, and tore it on both sides, as if taking off his clothes, a weasel with a bloody flesh and a fur was out of more than 90% of the skin, and there was a little bit that could not be torn off, he used the knife again, and it was very lightly taken off.