Sha Tu was 10 years old, after school, or on Sundays often went hunting with his father, his father asked him to review his homework, he reluctantly did it, but his mind was on hunting, watching how his father built medicine, pressed bullets to load, how he hid in the jungle and waited for the prey to appear, and then unexpectedly but at the right time to pull the trigger, a whole set of inertial movements he memorized.

Once, Sha Wushe went upstairs to get a shotgun and disappeared the shotgun, and looked everywhere, suspecting that Sha Di had taken it. Sure enough, looking out of the window of the building, a child came down the mountain road behind the house, carrying a shotgun and a hare hanging on it. If you look closely, that child is Sha Di. Sha Wushe didn't know whether to criticize or encourage him. Qi Lianhua downstairs also found out, she raised her head and shouted: "Child, dad, your shotgun was stolen by Sha Di and went up the mountain to beat a hare!"

After that, Sha Di went to the mountains to hunt every holiday, and his mind was no longer on studying, and because of what he had gained, Sha Wushe no longer reprimanded him. Naturally, his studies slipped and he had no hope of taking the entrance examination, so he reluctantly graduated from junior high school and returned to the village to hunt with his father. He has made great progress in hunting, and once he finds a pheasant or something, it is often in the thorn canopy or in the tree, he does not easily let go of the gun, but drives it out, and when it is frightened and takes off, he raises a shot, which is sure to shoot it down; For hares and other animals, the way to hunt them is also wonderful, and you don't even need to use a gun.

That winter, when the snow was falling heavily, the whole mountain area was white, and it was a good time for hunting. Prepared for a long time, Sha Tu domesticated a hunting dog, and he carried a shotgun and spurred the hound up the mountain. He saw that the trail of beasts had not yet been submerged by the snowflakes, and when he carefully identified it as the footprints of a hare, he asked the hounds to follow the trails into the jungle to search for them, while he stood outside the jungle and waited. After only a bag of cigarettes, he heard the hound barking several times, and a hare came out of the jungle, and it ran in the snow, and the hound chased after him, and the hare, seeing that there was nowhere to hide, fled to the foot of the mountain, and the sand was also flying fast, and followed closely behind, and saw the hare wandering around in front of a house, and went straight into the crack of a house. The roof of the house was still smoking, and it was evident that there were people inside, but they were quiet, and they did not notice the hare that had crept in. The hound noticed it, and a pounce also burrowed into the crack in the door, and a layer of snow powder shook off it fell on the threshold.

A sister-in-law of this family was sitting by the fire and roasting the fire, the tongue of fire was scarlet, and the flames were laughing and laughing. The sister-in-law's hands and feet were warm, and when she got up to cook in the hanging pot, she suddenly heard the barking of a dog, which surprised her, not like outside, like coming from the bedroom.

She turned her head to see that the door leading to the hallway was at first hidden, but now it was more than half open, and it was very close to the bedroom door, and when she came in from the outside and turned a step to the right, there was the bedroom. The sister-in-law sat at that end, and couldn't see clearly, whether the bedroom door was open, she got up vigilantly and walked over, and saw that the bedroom door was open, and the wild dogs barked wildly in nowhere, anyway, she didn't have a dog at home, she wanted to step in, and saw a young man standing outside the corridor, holding a shotgun, his head and body were covered with snowflakes, and he looked at her with gloomy eyes, and grabbed a white sentence: This sister-in-law, I drove out a hare from the mountains and forests, and has run into your house. The sister-in-law thought: Maybe! Xu ran into the bedroom, in this case, the hare is wild after all, not raised by hunters, she doesn't plan to let the hunter get rid of it, she just wants to keep it for herself. So she said coldly: No, you go! Why did the hunt come to my house? You're going to hunt and go up to the mountains to hunt.

The hunter laughed and said, "Don't be kidding, if my hound and I don't chase after you, will there be hares running into your house?"

When the hare comes to my house, it is mine. The sister-in-law was stiff-mouthed, but her heart was still a little empty.

When the hunter saw this, he made a concession: "The hare meat will be given to you, and I will take the skin, shall you?" The sister-in-law didn't talk back, it seemed that she acquiesced.

The huntsman entered the house and entered her bedroom to the sound of hounds. There was a black wooden bed, and the hound barked under the bed with his head down, and when he saw his master, he went in, and bluffed for a while, and dragged a hare out of it.

The hunter grabbed it, and its body was still moving, but it had been bitten by the hound. The sister-in-law and all the neighbors around him gathered around him, and the hunter took out a knife from a pocket, pressed the hare against the wall, drew a straight mark of blood on its head, and then ripped off the fur of the hare in a few strokes, and in a few strokes undressed the hare's fluffy skin, leaving behind a bloody ball of flesh and a pair of bulging eyes with a look of horror. The hunter also cut open its bulging abdominal cavity, and found that it was a female rabbit that was about to become a mother, and several thumb-sized rabbit cubs were still squirming in the torn clothes, but these life expectancy withered prematurely with the doom of the mother's violent death.

The hunter threw a few rabbits on the ground and fed them to the hounds, and then gave the rabbit meat to the sister-in-law, and he took the rabbit skin to call the hound out and walked away in the snow.

A few days later, the sky cleared, the snow had not yet melted, the road was wet, and the feet were muddy. Since it was difficult to walk, and the mountains were full of moisture, the hunters wanted to go out hunting in two days.

The rabbit skins that the hunter Sha Di had obtained last time had been disinfected by a leather processing shop, and he wanted to go to the leather processing shop on the other side of the mountain to see if the processing process was finished. If it was properly processed, he would take it and give it to the tailor shop to make a pair of gloves and give them to the bricklayer who made the roof tiles at the west end of the village.

That time when the weather was cold, the bricklayer who picked up tiles on the roof of his house and repaired the leaks did not settle the bill, knowing that his son Lao Tzu made a living by hunting, and could eat wild game every day, and he could also get a genuine leather to arm himself. With all this in mind, he didn't want to be paid, but said to the sand who had just returned home: You can hunt, and if you have the opportunity to get the skins of wild animals, won't it cover the wages?

Okay! Sha Di took a stand. The bricklayer raised his face and smiled and said, "I'll wait for your leather gloves."

The bricklayer's words still ringed in the ears of the bricklayer, and the promise was about to be fulfilled, and the next day the sandy man beat a muntjac, peeled off the skin, and prepared to hand it over to the leather processing shop to make a pair of gloves for the bricklayer. Before leaving, Sha Wushe said, how much is it worth for a bricklayer to pick up tiles on the roof to repair leaks? It is not cost-effective for you to make gloves for him with muntjac leather, which is of good quality and can be sold for a good price.

Sha Di said: I have made a promise, I have to keep it, right? Sha Wushe said: It is cost-effective to use rabbit skin, rabbit skin is not valuable, a rabbit skin is just enough for a glove, you have to beat two rabbits. Shada listened to her father's words, and sure enough, she went out hunting on a snowy day and got a rabbit skin.

Now he walked towards the fur processing shop on the other side of the mountain, and halfway along a gravel road, he saw in the distance a family building a house under the mountain, and the house was being roofed, and several people were spreading tiles on it. Approaching the house under construction, he suddenly heard someone call him by his name, and when he looked up, it was none other than the bricklayer, who was still holding a few stacked tiles in his hand, and he said, "Sandy, my hands are cracked, just waiting for your gloves to protect my hands."