The front foot still feels that life is only a few decades, and nothing is more important than eating and drinking.

But the hind foot saw three or four torn hares and pheasants on the hunting trap......

Yang Zhen immediately went crazy.

After all, it's all meat, but it's all money!

Anyway, when I thought that so many pheasants and hares would not be torn apart, I would not only be able to eat a mouthful of oil, but also get 504 and sell it for several dollars......

Yang Zhen couldn't wait to cut that damn wolf with a thousand knives.

So in the next few days, Yang Zhen was busy with the unfinished chute and gold panning, and almost all the rest of the time was in the mountains.

There were even a few times when he didn't care about the colder and colder weather, and took the black tiger to the old forest all night, just to see if there was a chance to knock the wolf down.

It's a pity that he has been busy for several days, but he still hasn't even seen a wolf hair.

However, although he could not kill the wolf as he wished.

But thanks to the fact that he had spent a lot of time in the mountains, the wolf did not dare to be as unscrupulous as before.

Because of this, the amount of prey harvested by Yang Zhen in a few days was obviously much higher than that of the previous period.

Not counting pheasants and hares, just squirrels, weasels, and the like, there are about a dozen.

It's just that this kind of good life didn't last a few days.

Just when Yang Zhen saw that the number of pheasants and hares smoked on the beams of the house had exceeded ten, and had begun to move towards fifteen, it suddenly rained in the mountains, and it was several days.

Although it didn't rain much.

But as soon as the rain began, the temperature in the mountains began to drop dramatically.

However, in just two days, the mountain was already bitterly cold.

Every time he went out, Yang Zhen felt that the cold wind was like a knife drilling into his clothes with every gap. It made him want to be with the stove.

As the temperature dropped, the trap began to run out of content.

However, Yang Zhen was not in a hurry, but was a little inexplicably excited because of this.

And not just because the temperature is lower, meaning that snow is not far away.

As soon as it snows, he can start panning for gold nests.

More often than not, because there was no prey on the trap, the wolf had to start starving.

Even people are prone to dizziness when they are hungry, let alone a beast?

For two days in a row, every midnight in the middle of the night, Black Tiger and several other dogs barked fiercely.

When he went up the mountain to check, Yang Zhen also found traces of wolf claws in the bare mountain bags outside the old forest.

Looking at these wolf paw footprints, Yang Zhen smiled coldly, and said in his heart that he had harmed so many rabbits and pheasants of Lao Tzu.

It seems that now is the time to settle the grievances!

A few traps were deliberately arranged, and the weasel that was deliberately left behind was clamped to the sleeve.

When it was about to get dark, Yang Zhen led the black tiger and left the logging site with a shotgun on his back, looking like he was returning to Hongxing Village.

In the mountains and forests, a gray wolf watched Yang Zhen's back from afar.

Until it was dark, I still didn't see Yang Zhen coming back.

The gray wolf came to the trap and easily bypassed several traps around it, and bit the weasel in one bite.

Perhaps because he was hungry for several days, the gray wolf didn't even bother dragging his prey away, so he directly planted it on the spot and devoured it.

There was a crunch click.

Then there was a bang.

In the midst of the fire, the iron sand splashed!

Although with the characteristic crisp click before the trigger of the earthen gun was fired, the gray wolf had already flown up.

It's a pity that there is too much iron sand.

It is also because of this that even though the gray wolf's reaction was no longer unpleasant, it was still obviously shocked by the gunshot, and he fell to the ground and rolled several times before getting up and flying again.

It was only at this time that a figure walked out of the old forest from a distance.

If it's not Yang Zhen, who else can it be?

Lighting the torch and looking at the remaining blood stains on the ground, Yang Zhen smiled coldly and roared: "Black Tiger, chase!" ”

The black tiger, which had long been ready to attack, immediately barked wildly and ran out.

The speed of a person, it is obviously impossible to keep up with the hound.

However, because of the black tiger's barking as a guide, Yang Zhen was not afraid of losing his target.

Carrying torches, he followed from afar.

It wasn't until he crossed the two hills that Yang Zhen followed the cry of the black tiger to find the gray wolf.

At this moment, the gray wolf was curled up in a depression of a mountain rock because it was bleeding too much, baring its teeth at the black tiger.

Seeing Yang Zhen rushing over, the gray wolf's eyes obviously showed a human-like expression, as if asking Yang Zhen Didn't you go back to the village, why are you still in the mountains.

"It's called a carbine!"

"Don't understand, do you?"

Yang Zhen snorted, and raised his hand to shoot.

With the sound of a gunshot, this human-wolf grudge that lasted for nearly a month was completely over.

It was only at this time that Yang Zhen had the opportunity to take a good look at this gray wolf who had caused a lot of trouble to himself.

This is clearly an old wolf who has lost his pack.

However, it may be because Yang Zhen has a full meal of prey every day.

This wolf is much fatter than the old wolves who usually go to the group, and it looks like he is afraid of about fifty or sixty pounds.

Because the wolf is too fat, and the road is not easy to walk.

Therefore, Yang Zhen had no intention of carrying it back as a whole, and directly disemboweled it on the spot.

Throw the wolf's heart and wolf lungs to the black tiger and let it eat it openly.

And he himself, he began to peel the skin.

In these years, the supply and marketing cooperatives have collected everything.

Fur can be worth a little bit if it's a wild animal, but wolf skins aren't among them.

After all, the wolf's hair is too thick and hard, and this is still an old wolf.

The hair on his body is bald, and no one is willing to give it away.

is also for this reason, after peeling the skin, Yang Zhen threw it away directly with his stomach.

After removing the wolf skin and internal organs, the original fifty or sixty pounds of wolves were left with only more than thirty pounds.

However, Yang Zhen was still very satisfied.

After all, he didn't plan to sell this wolf meat, but planned to use it all for himself in winter.

More than 30 pounds of meat.

Even if you eat a pound a day, you can eat it for more than a month!

Carrying the wolf back to the logging site, he boiled the wolf's head and threw it to a few dogs.

The wolf meat was unloaded in eight pieces, and all of them were hung on the beams of the house and smoked.

Only then did Yang Zhen begin to deal with the wolf whip.

Cut the tendons and put ice water in the ice water to suppress the bleeding.

After this treatment, the smell of the wolf whip can be minimized.

Thinking of having this wolf whip, I went to the commune to beat a few catties of wine, and then made some angelica astragalus and the like.

The so-called medicinal wine that can give birth to a son of Wang Anbang is considered to be alive.

Yang Zhen was cleaning while hehe was straight, and his heart said wolf, wolf.

Thou hast woe me so many pheasants and rabbits.

Now I'll eat some meat from you, and make some wine with your whip—shouldn't it be too much?

Solving the big problem of the gray wolf, Yang Zhen put most of his energy on perfecting the gold panning tools in the next few days.

As for the rest of the energy.

He spent almost all of his time fighting wolf meat.