My 1995 Small Farm Chapter 563

   "Where is Fugui going? Come down and shoot two shots. There are no fewer birds here than yours."

  A Orion from Jinmen Village recognized Chen Ling and shouted from the boat in the distance.

   "Another day, I have something to go to your village to find Uncle Guangli today."

   Chen Ling responded with a smile, slowed down to cross the bridge, and walked into Jinmen Village.

  Jinmen Village, a village along the Jinshui River and close to mountains, is a typical village that relies on fishing and hunting for survival.

   Although their village is small, the villagers in such a village are more difficult to mess with than the villagers in Chenwangzhuang. Due to the lack of arable land, they rely on fishing and hunting, and the folk customs are more sturdy.

   In the 1930s and 1940s and even before, there were many gangs in Jinshuihe, just like the gun gang we saw just now. In addition, there are boat gangs, net gangs, etc.

  The gun gang is for hunting on the water, the boat gang is for helping people transport goods, and the net gang is for casting nets to catch fish.

  Anyway, people who lived on the river at that time were basically controlled by gangs.

   If you don't join, you'll be a 'white neck', and you won't be able to survive at all.

  So slowly, they are all ruthless people.

  For example, an old man like Liu Guangli looks thin, inconspicuous, and honest. If you want to provoke him, a few young and strong young people are not enough for him to deal with.

  Jinmen Village is small. I rode a horse and arrived at Liu Guangli's house within a few steps. As soon as I approached his small yard close to the foot of the mountain, an unpleasant and pungent stench came over my nostrils.

  Chen Ling hugged his son and took a look, good guy, the clothesline is almost full of skins of all kinds of prey.

   There are various deer and other large prey.

   There are also small prey such as rabbits and foxes.

  Especially mostly rabbits.

  A bunch of clothes hanging on the clothesline, and there are still nails on the wall.

   "Is Uncle Guangli at home?"

  Chen Ling **** his horse and wanted to lead Ruirui in.

   There was a sound of "barking" dogs barking in the yard, and five or six tiger-headed yellow dogs rushed out, mainly yellow dogs.

"return."

Liu Guangli walked out with a cigarette pot in his mouth, wiping his hands carelessly on his body. When he saw that it was Chen Ling, he immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, Fugui, you are a rare visitor, and you brought a doll. Come and sit at home." .”

   As he spoke, he grabbed Chen Ling's arm and dragged him home.

   "Uncle Guangli, why do your dogs have yellow heads this year?"

  Chen Ling aimed at these well-proportioned, square-headed and cat-eared hounds, and asked curiously: "Is there no more tabby? No more green dogs?"

  In the field hunting, the tabby is the most.

  And Qinggou, also known as Langqing, is ruthless and easy to stand out.

  Combined with tiger head yellow into the mountains, there will be no disadvantages.

  “It's not that they stopped raising them, some were old, some were disabled, and some died in the mountains.

  The night before yesterday, my limp green dog tore off its chain and ran up the mountain, and never came back.

   Now the remaining two old dogs are tied to the old house, which is cleaner. "

  Liu Guangli sighed softly. He has been hunting for many years, but he has not cultivated a heart of stone. When talking about his beloved hunting dog, he still couldn't help but feel melancholy.

  Pointing to the dark, sticky and dirty iron bucket outside the kitchen, "No, get them some meat every day."

  Chen Ling nodded: "Well, feed me something good, they are all good hunting dogs."

   As the saying goes, eight years without a dog, six years without a chicken.

  The hunting dogs that often hunt in the mountains have a huge amount of activity. Even if they are not injured during the hunting process, few of them live past the age of eight.

  Many times, there are too many hounds who run and explode their lungs, or die from exhaustion.

   And the better the hound the more so.

  A good hound is proud in his bones.

  Dogs are like people, once they become proud, most of them will have a stubborn temper and admit death.

  Seeing the prey and refusing to retreat until it catches up with it.

   In the end, many ran to death.

  Even if they don't run to death, hunting dogs will age faster than ordinary watchdogs after hunting like this.

   Most of them start to age rapidly at the age of five or six.

  Good dogs understand human nature. When they foresee their own death, they will leave the house by themselves and will not die at home.

  A good dog does not die at home, but a good hunting dog dies on the mountain.

   "These tiger-headed and young are puppies bought from the market in the village. They just grew up this year."

  Liu Guangli gave Chen Ling a chuckle: "You can't buy a dog. If you want to take it up the mountain, you can't just rely on these dogs in the village. The tiger-headed yellow you bring back will be miscellaneous after three generations. You have to go outside to find seedlings."

  In the east of Changle Township, there are relatively few tiger-headed yellow tigers, and most of them are raised by Orion households.

  There are only three or two yellow tigers in a village.

  Three generations of breeding with each other will make it impure, especially tiger-headed yellow, which is very easy to return to the ancestors. The atavistic dog is good as a watchdog, but the hunting dog is really not good.

"Next year, it depends on the dog they get from you. After your wolf dog is paired, the pups born are really valuable. The tiger-headed yellow dogs in our village almost want to take them out. to sell.

  After thinking about it, they were still not willing to sell it. They also wanted to raise a few dog kings. "

   "Haha, yes, those puppies are almost full moon, they said they will give me one or two when they say two months are enough."

  Chen Ling also relaxed this year, let the second black at home pair them with good hunting dogs outside, no money, when the time comes, if you want puppies, give him one if you give birth to two, and give him two if you give birth to three, that's how it goes.

   It doesn't matter whether you sell it for money or not in the future, it is also raised for relatives and friends.

  Sun Yanhong and Little Sheep once said that they need to raise two dogs to guard the store and the car. They are big and fierce.

  Good seedlings to raise for your own people. When it is time to pick a breed of dog to breed, it is also convenient.

   After talking about dogs, Chen Ling asked about the yellow-throated marten.

  As soon as he asked this, Liu Guangli froze for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

   "What's wrong? Are you scared!"

  Liu Guangli patted Chen Ling on the shoulder: "You still don't go into the mountains too often. The mountain beasts are amazing. Let me tell you, I'm not an old hunter. Ordinary people will never encounter them in their lifetime.

   People like Lixian in your village have never traveled to the deep mountains, and rarely spend the night in the mountains, so they probably don't know how powerful this mountain is. "

   As he spoke, he saw Rui Rui moaning and frowning, holding Chen Ling's hand to go out.

  I could only stop talking, squatted down and said with a smile: "Baby, grandpa has a kitten, you can play here for a while, and let you take one home later, okay?"

   Ruirui couldn't care less about kittens, and didn't even look at the old man, so he pouted and pulled Chen Ling hard to get out.

  Chen Ling put on a serious face: "You're disobedient again. When you came here, you said you were good. If you do this again, I will definitely not take you out next time."

  Liu Guangli saw something at this moment: "Oh, I know, it must be because of the bad smell in my yard, we adults can bear it, but babies can't.

   Just going to the old house to feed the dog, let's go, let's talk while walking. "

  The old man picked up the bucket, led the father and son out, closed the courtyard door, and locked all the tiger head yellows in the yard.

   "Is your aunt not here?"

"No, these days I go to your village every day to set up a stall, or go to the county to sell some eggs, duck eggs and mountain products... The more you raise your horse, the better it is, look at this tall and big, smooth and slippery ,it's beautiful."

  Chen Ling smiled, hugged Ruirui and untied the horse rope, and the little green horse followed.

  At this time, it was far away from Liu Guangli's courtyard, so Ruirui really stopped making trouble.

   It seems that it is really a matter of the smell in the courtyard.

"Speaking of horses, I was nineteen years old at the time. Two years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the team was assigned a war horse. It was an old horse left by the army in the early years. The old horse was skinny and skinny at the time. It was not because people didn't feed it well .

The main reason is that this horse was injured in battle, afraid of hearing the sound of the cannon, it would startle when it heard the sound of the cannon, it would either pull the rein, or jump out of the livestock pen, and it would disappear as soon as it ran away. Can't get up fat.

   Once ran into the mountains and never came back. No one knew what happened, but they all said that they must have been eaten by wolves, tigers and leopards.

  Only our hunting team knew that the horse was not eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards, but a group of mountain dogs who were blinded by it, and were bitten to death alive by those mountain dogs. "

   "Did Shan Yizi lose his sight?"

  Chen Ling's face was full of strangeness when he heard the words: "Uncle Guangli, you don't want to say that Huang Daxian casts spells?"

   "No, I just got lost.

  You haven't seen it before, as long as it is the prey that the mountain dog is targeting, even smaller than it, then needless to say, one will die if caught.

  If the prey is bigger than it, they will blind the prey.

   At this time, look again, no matter if it is a deer or something, if you are caught by a mountain dog, you will not know how to fight back, and sometimes you will not even run.

  Ordinary deer and wild boars, if we chase them with our dogs, they will know how to fight back and catch a loophole for you.

  Shan Yizi is not.

   Do you think it's strange? "

   "This... Uncle Guangli, what you said is scary, isn't it too evil?"

  Chen Lingxin said that I knew I would not come to ask you, but I would ask Han Ninggui. Even if this yellow-throated marten is very fierce, it will not be the same as Cheng Jing.

  Even if it can't beat prey bigger than it, don't it know how to run?

   Really, he didn't know what to say.

  I feel a bit like the ones told by old medicine farmers like Lao Zhangren, which have been turned into stories.

   "It's not evil, it's not evil, this is Shan Yizi's ability.

  Wild monkey knows, this thing is so annoying, and there is nothing you can do about it.

  A mountain dog can kill a wild monkey, and it is still big.

   At this time, if you look at it again, the wild monkey doesn't know how to run, and let the mountain monkeys jump up and down around him, just grinning, but it doesn't run, and it doesn't know how to climb the tree.

   Just froze and hid back and forth, parrying in a panic.

   In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore.

  You said it was not because you were blinded. "

  Seeing that Chen Ling's expression was wrong, Liu Guangli seemed to know what he was thinking. He stopped in front of a low old house, put down the dog food bucket, opened the door with the key, and smiled mysteriously.

   "Actually, it was the first time I saw Shan Yizi eating horses, and I was just like you. I was quite frightened, and felt that this little thing was evil, like Huang Daxian.

  Think about it, I was only nineteen years old at the time, and I didn't understand anything.

   Later, an elderly hunter in the team told me not to be afraid, saying that he had been frightened before.

   Later, the family couldn't open the pot, so I was afraid that I had to go to the mountains to hunt for prey and dig some medicinal materials.

   Then I ran into Shan Yizi again.

  But this time, it wasn't the mountain dog playing prestige, but hanging on the treetop after being killed, eating it mouthful by mouthful.

  Do you know what is so powerful? "

   "Uh, I don't know, is it a leopard? Or a mountain raccoon?"

  Chen Ling was a little led into a ditch by the old man at the moment, so he was a little dazed when he answered.

   "Oh, eagle."

  The old Orion smiled triumphantly: "The falcon has seen the sky, how could it make Shan Yizi lose his eyes, then the old man told me, this is the old saying that one thing falls one thing.

   Speaking of this, do you still feel weird?

   Squinting eyes may be because Shan Yizi really has some skills that we don't know, but this little thing is not scary.

  Hawk beat it.

  Sword and gun can kill it, and fire can burn it.

   This is not evil, you say, right? "

  At this time, a dog barking came from the old house.

   A tabby dog ​​with white jaws and cloudy eyes came out slowly wagging its tail.

  Liu Guangli stopped talking, stroked the heads of the two dogs, hummed a little song and carried the bucket to feed the dogs.

  Chen Ling froze in place, then patted himself on the forehead, 'One thing falls one thing, such a simple truth, I actually forgot. '

  The natural ecological circle is like fighting beast chess. Each creature has its own unique ability, which can restrain some enemies, but in turn restrains its own natural enemies.

   No matter how powerful the yellow-throated marten is, it will not be demonized. There is always something that can overcome it.

   But looking back, this murderous little thing was actually kind of fun.

  It doesn't look ugly, and it's very powerful in the mountains.

  Catch two if you have a chance, and see if you can do something with the family weasel.

  Thinking of this, he also became more curious.

   It is what Liu Guangli said that the yellow-throated marten can confuse the eyes of its prey.

   When they were in the mountains yesterday, they only saw the yellow-throated marten biting and chewing around the wild boar.

   Did not see the initial siege and hunting scenes.

   I don't know if it's so magical.

  The prey entangled by the yellow-throated marten does not know to resist or escape.

   "This one is also simple. If you have free time, you can go to the mountains to stay overnight, and you don't have to go too deep.

   It's just outside the place where there are animal paths, you just need to follow the animal paths.

  This animal way is the way that grass animals and small animals walk.

   Go to the deep mountains, you know, there are wolves and leopards in these places.

  Where are the animal ways of the small beasts outside? Mountain raccoons and mountain raccoons like to go there, but beware of earth leopards, earth leopards sometimes go there too. "

  Liu Guangli gave Chen Ling advice.

   "Is that so? I'll try it when I get back. It just so happens that our village will also be watching young people in the past two days."

  Chen Ling chatted with Liu Guangli in Jinmen Village for a long time, and gained a lot. As the old saying goes, having an old man is like having a treasure, and he should find these old people to study when he is free.

  There are too many things I don't know.

  During the period, I took Ruirui and followed the old man around the village to see the puppies born to those who went to his house to get dogs.

   Most of them are quite good. After all, these little **** are mainly tiger-headed yellow and blue dogs, and the offspring born from mating with Erhei and their first-generation wolfdogs will not be so bad.

  The coat colors are also quite beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with them except that they are a little smaller than the puppies at home.

  Ask for a monthly ticket, only a few tickets will cost 2,000 tickets (end of this chapter)

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