Dashan Makes a Living 1984 Chapter 89

   Chapter 89 089: Plowing Snow

  Because it is winter, there are not many vegetables in the mountains, but there are a lot of meat.

  After the snow is the most suitable for hunting, let alone small animals, you may encounter many large wild animals.

  Wang Tianxiao told everyone about this plan, and Er Wu and his two younger brothers were all overjoyed.

  The three dogs seemed to understand the human language, and kept circling around him.

   But before hunting, Wang Tianxiao went to the town first. In addition to adding some vegetables, he also specially bought some belts with strong elasticity and good toughness.

  The snow-covered road was a little slippery, and it took another hour. By the time he returned to the station, it was already noon.

  Because it was agreed to have a big meal in the evening, Wu Wenhua simply heated up the steamed buns at noon and fried a large plate of shredded potatoes. Everyone sat around and ate cleanly.

  Li Yali can't eat spicy food, so Wu Wenhua specially boiled chicken soup in a small pot. Wang Tianxiao tasted it, it was fragrant but not greasy, and the taste was really good.

   In order to tell Wu Wenhua that Li Yali's cooking is not as good as his cooking, Wu Wenhua will be the chef at the next station.

Wu Wenhua readily agreed. Before he and his elder brother became stevedores, they worked as cooks in a brick and tile factory. There was no problem feeding hundreds of people. For the time being, there were only a few people in the station. It was just like Zhang Yide eating bean sprouts, a piece of cake. .

  While chatting, Wang Tianxiao learned that Wu Wenhua was married in the town next door. The family had a son, a daughter and two children, but his elder brother, Wu Qiancai, had no date yet. Wu Wenhua had always been on top of his mind.

  The two brothers lost their parents since they were young, and they depended on each other for life. Wu Wenhua was able to marry a daughter-in-law because the brothers earned money together. Now they have children, and the elder brother is still a bachelor.

  Wang Tianxiao comforted them that if we work hard together in the mountains, we will definitely earn enough money. By then, we can marry any kind of girl, and we must marry a good girl with big buttocks who can give birth.

  The two brothers of the Wu family knew through contact with Wang Tianxiao for a few days that this young boss was a carefree person, generous and sincere, and he was also carefree in doing things, so they firmly believed in what he said.

   After eating, Wang Tianxiao began to prepare hunting equipment.

  Besides him, including the two younger brothers, the other four actually have no concept of hunting at all. The hunting in their minds is basically about encountering the prey, shooting it down, or chasing the prey with dogs.

  But in fact, different prey need different methods.

   Take the most common wild boar as an example.

  The north is easier than the south, because the north is the most convenient for hunting pigs after snow.

   If you really want to hunt a wild boar or kill a herd of wild boars, the first step is to track them down.

  The prey in the mountains have a very sensitive sense of smell, and wild boars are no exception.

   If you really want to meet a wild boar by chance, it is even more difficult.

  So, the general search task is given to the hounds. They are faster and have a more sensitive sense of smell. Wild boars can smell them, and they can also smell wild boars.

  Very professional hunters, all with good skills, and the dogs they raise are also very ferocious.

For example, Wang Tianxiao knew a hunter before. There were more than a dozen dogs at home, and they were divided into two shifts to hunt. When encountering wild boars, they would drive the dogs to chase them, disperse the pigs, and then use the dogs to group the single wild boars. Enclosed, a spear similar to a red-tasseled gun can pierce the wild boar's body.

  In short, hunting is a fairly systematic thing.

   If it is a small fight, you can try your luck, but if you want to really get something good, it is no less difficult than a small battle.

  The more prepared you are, the greater the possibility of victory and the more results you will gain.

  Wang Tianxiao will live in the mountains in the future, planting medicines, hunting, and farming are all things he cannot avoid.

  Life in the mountains will not be too earth-shattering, but he worked hard in his previous life and experienced too many complicated and helpless things, but now he feels that this kind of life is very happy and full of endless fun.

  Wang Tianxiao took out the belt he bought from the town, brought out the toolbox, and the thick wire left over from making the cage last time, and sat down at the door with a bench.

   "Second brother, what are you doing?"

   "Make a slingshot."

   "Huh?" Wang Tianxin didn't understand, "Didn't you want to go hunting in the mountains? Why are you playing again?"

   "Who said I want to play, I am not a tool for hunting."

   "What can the slingshot hit, is it to tickle wild animals?" Wang Tianxin disagreed.

  Wang Tianxiao smiled, "You'll find out later, here, use scissors to cut this belt into thin strips about the width of your fingers."

   "Oh." Wang Tianxin didn't understand yet, but he still cut it honestly according to Wang Tianxiao's instructions.

   "Boss Wang, are you going to hunt birds?"

  Wu Wenhua watched for a long time, and couldn't help asking curiously.

  Wang Tianxiao looked up at the white mountains in the distance, and smiled, "You can also hunt birds, but there are actually more valuable things than birds."

   "You mean... Stone Mink? Or Ai Hu?"

  Wang Tianxiao glanced at him unexpectedly, "Do you still know Shi Diao?"

  Wu Wenhua smiled and said: "Our village is also close to the mountains. That guy sometimes goes to our village to catch mice or ground squirrels, and sometimes steals chickens."

  Wang Tianxiao nodded, "Yes, we are going to clear the snow."

  Stone marten is also a small carnivore of the Mustelidae genus, which is a close relative of the sable, but there are no sables in Ziwuling Peaks, only stone martens.

  The body of this kind of thing is about forty to fifty centimeters long when it is an adult, and its head is small, like a triangular cone.

  The stone marten reacts very quickly, but when it moves on weekdays, it likes to drag the ground with its tail, like a small broom sweeping snow, so people here also like to call him "Snow Sweeper".

   This guy has inherited the super reproductive ability of the weasel family, and can give birth to seven or eight babies at most per litter. Therefore, as an omnivorous carnivore, it once flooded people's hearts.

  They can't find food in the mountains, so they will gradually go to human settlements to steal food in groups.

   What's more frightening is that the stone marten also conforms to the very "cruel" habit of the weasel family. They are addicted to killing weak animals.

  Large carnivores basically stop hunting when they are full, while stone martens will kill their prey as long as they see them, even if they are not hungry.

  This is also somewhat similar to cats.

  So, if the number of stone martens is allowed to overflow without control, it will completely challenge the survival of other small mammals, rodents, reptiles, and even birds nearby.

In the early years, because of the proliferation of stone martens, the government even specially organized people to hunt and kill them. Later, people discovered that mink fur can be used to make expensive clothes, so they came to hunt and kill stone martens without invitation. Soon the number of stone martens was scarce, and it became a state. ANIMAL CROSSING.

  In just a few decades, humans have indeed drastically changed the ecology of some places to a certain extent.

   The thing about impaling a wild boar with a gun was a colleague of my father... You don't think it's a fantasy, it really happened.

besides…

   In this book, I mentioned stories like "There used to be..." and "I heard that there were..." stories. They are all true stories, which are equivalent to telling short stories to friends who have never hunted wild animals in the mountains.

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