"Where are you going, Fugui? Come down and shoot a few shots. There are no fewer birds here than there."
A hunter from Kinmen Village recognized Chen Ling and shouted from the boat in the distance.
"Another day. If I have something to do today, I will go to your village to see Uncle Guangli."
Chen Ling responded with a smile, slowed down his horse, crossed the bridge, and walked into Kinmen Village.
A village like Kinmen Village along the Jinshui River and close to the 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 deal with than the villagers in Chenwangzhuang. Since there is little cultivated land and they rely on fishing and hunting, the folk customs are more fierce.
In the 1930s and 1940s and even before, there were many gangs in Jinshui River, just like the gun gangs we just saw. There are also boat gangs, online 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 for fishing.
Anyway, people who made a living on the river at that time were basically controlled by gangs.
If you don’t join, you will be a ‘white neck’ and there is no way you can survive.
So gradually they all became ruthless people.
For example, an old man like Liu Guangli, who looks thin, inconspicuous, and honest, would not be able to deal with a few young and strong men if he were to be angered.
The village of Kinmen is small, and we rode a few steps to Liu Guangli’s house. As soon as we approached his small yard at the foot of the mountain, an unpleasant and pungent stench hit our nostrils.
Chen Ling hugged his son and took a look. Good guy, the clothesline was almost full of skins from all kinds of prey.
There are various deer and other big prey.
There are also small prey such as rabbits and foxes.
Especially rabbits.
Strings hanging on the clothesline and nailed to the wall.
"Uncle Guangli is at home, right?"
Chen Ling tied up the horse and led Ruirui through the door.
There was a sound of barking dogs in the yard, and five or six tiger-headed yellow dogs rushed out, mainly yellow dogs.
"Come back."
Liu Guangli came out with a cigarette pot in his mouth and wiped his hands randomly on his body. When he saw it was Chen Ling, he immediately shouted in surprise: "Oh, rich and noble, You are a rare visitor, and you brought a baby with you. Come and sit at home."
As he said that, he grabbed Chen Ling's arm and dragged him home.
“Uncle Guangli, why are all your dogs turning yellow this year?”
Chen Ling aimed at these well-proportioned hounds with square heads and cat ears, and asked curiously: "Tiger spots are no longer raised? Green dogs are no longer raised?"
Tiger spots are the most popular in native hunting.
The green dog, also known as wolf green, is ruthless and easy to show off.
Pair it with tiger head and yellow to enter the mountains, and you will have no disadvantages.
“It’s not that we don’t care anymore, some are old, some are injured and disabled, and some have died in the mountains.
The night before yesterday, my blue dog, which was lame on its hind legs, ripped off its chain and ran up the mountain, never to come back again.
Now the two old dogs are tied up in the old house, which is cleaner. "
Liu Guangli sighed softly. Years of hunting have not given him a hard-hearted heart. When talking about his beloved hunting dog, he still can't help but sound melancholy.
Pointing to the door outside the kitchen The dark, sticky and dirty iron bucket, "No, let's get them some meat every day." "
Chen Ling nodded: "Well, feed them something good, they are all good hunting dogs. ”
As the saying goes, a dog lasts eight years and a chicken only six years.
Hound dogs that often hunt in the mountains are very active. Even if they are not injured during the hunting process, few of them survive past the age of eight.
Many times, there are many hunting dogs that run away, burst their lungs, or die of exhaustion.
The better the hunting dog, the more so.
A good hunting dog is proud at heart.
Dogs are the same as people. Once they become arrogant, most of them will have a stubborn temper and accept death.
When you see your prey, you won’t retreat until you catch it.
Many people ran to death in the end.
Even if they can't run to death, hunting dogs will age faster than ordinary guard dogs if they hunt every year.
Most people start to age rapidly at the age of five or six.
Good dogs understand human nature and will leave the house on their own if they know their own death is imminent, rather than die at home.
A good dog will die at home, but a good hunting dog will die in the mountains.
"These are young, tiger-headed and yellow-haired puppies. They are puppies bought from the village market. They have just grown up this year."
Liu Guangli smiled at Chen Ling: "It's impossible not to buy dogs. Those who bring them to the mountains cannot just rely on the dogs in the village. The tiger-headed yellows brought back will become mixed after three generations, and they have to go outside to find seedlings. "
To the east of Changle Township, there are relatively few tiger-headed yellows. , mostly raised by hunters.
There are only three or two yellow tiger heads in a village.
If they breed with each other for three generations, they are not pure. Especially if the tiger head is yellow, it is easy to return to its ancestors. It is good for an atavistic dog to be a watchdog, but it is really not good for a hunting dog.
"Next year, it depends on the dog they mate from you. After mating your wolf-dog, the puppies born are really valuable. The ones in our village are mated with tiger head yellow. , I almost wanted to sell it.
After thinking about it, I still refused to sell it. They also wanted to raise a few dog kings."
"Haha, yes. Those puppies are almost one month old. They said they were two months old and they gave me two of them.”
Chen Ling also relaxed this year and let the two black dogs in the family pair up with good hunting dogs from outside. No money is required. When the puppies are born, one will be given to him, and two will be given to him if three are born.
It doesn’t matter whether I sell it for money in the future, it’s also for relatives and friends to raise.
Sun Yanhong and Little Sheep have said that they should raise two dogs to guard the store and the car, one that is bigger and more fierce.
It’s convenient to raise good seedlings for your own people. Whenever you choose a breeding dog for breeding, it’s convenient.
After talking about dogs, Chen Ling asked about the yellow-throated marten.
When asked about this, Liu Guangli was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"What's going on? You're scared, right?"
Liu Guangli patted Chen Ling on the shoulder: "You guys haven't been in the mountains too much. These mountain rascals are very powerful. Let me tell you so. Well, I'm not an old hunter. Ordinary people will never encounter someone like you.
Having never been to the mountains and rarely spending a night in the mountains, I probably don't know how powerful this mountain rogue is."
As he said that, he saw Rui Rui frowning and holding Chen Ling's hand to go out.
I could only stop talking, knelt down and said with a smile: "Baby, grandpa's house has kittens. You play here for a while, and I will let you take one back later, okay?"
Where is Ruirui? He was jealous of the kitten, and without looking at the old man, he pursed his lips and pulled Chen Ling hard to get out.
Chen Ling made a serious face: "You are disobedient again. You said you were good when you came here. If you do this again, I will definitely not take you out next time."
Liu Guangli could see now. Here's the thing: "Oh, I know, it must be because the smell in my yard is bad. We adults can stand it, but our children can't.
I just want to go to the old house to feed the dog. Let's go. Go out and talk.”
The old man picked up the bucket, led the father and son out, closed the courtyard door, and locked the tiger heads in the courtyard.
“Isn’t my aunt here?”
“No, I’ve been setting up stalls in your village every day, or I’ve gone to the county to sell some eggs, duck eggs and mountain products... You’re such a jerk It’s really getting better the more you raise it, look at it, it’s tall and big, and its body is smooth and smooth. It’s so beautiful.”
Chen Ling smiled, hugged Ruirui and untied the horse’s rope, and the little green horse was born. Followed by myself.
At this time, we were far away from Liu Guangli’s yard, and Ruirui stopped making trouble as expected. It seems that it is really a problem with the smell in the courtyard.
“Speaking of horses, I was nineteen years old that year, just 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 over from the army in the early years. The old horse was skinny and skinny at the time. It's not that people don't feed it well.
The main reason is that the horse has been injured in the war and is afraid of hearing the sound of cannons. It will either pull off the reins or jump out of the pen and disappear as soon as it runs away. Every time I found it, I was so hungry that I couldn't fatten it up.
Once I ran into the mountains and never came back. No one knew what happened, but they all said it must have been a jackal. The tiger and leopard ate it
Only our hunting team knew that the horse was not eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards, but was deceived by a group of mountain yobs, and was eaten alive by those yanderes. It was bitten to death.”
"Have you confused Shan Yezi?"
Chen Ling's face was full of weirdness when he heard this: "Uncle Guangli, you didn't want to say that Wong Tai Sin cast spells or something like that?"
"No, You are just confused.
You have never seen it. As long as the prey targeted by the mountain jabber is smaller than it, it goes without saying that if it is caught, everyone will die. For large prey, they will confuse the prey
Now you see, no matter if it is a deer or something else, if it is confused and entangled by a mountain wolf, it will not know how to fight back, and sometimes it will not even run away.
Ordinary deer and wild boars, when chased by us and our dogs, will still know how to fight back and catch you.
Shan Yazi is not.
Do you think it’s strange? "
"This...Uncle Guangli, what you said is so scary, isn't it too evil? ”
Chen Lingxin said if she had known that I would not come to ask you, she should ask Han Ninggui. Even if this yellow-throated marten is very ferocious, it will not be like a spirit.
Even if you can't beat prey larger than it, why don't you know how to run away?
Really, he didn’t know what to say.
I feel a bit like those stories told by my father-in-law, an old medicine farmer, turned into a story.
“It’s not evil, it’s not evil, this is the skill of Shan Yazi.
You know, wild monkeys, how annoying this thing is, and there is nothing you can do about it even with mountain yelps.
A wild monkey can kill a wild monkey, and it's still a big one.
If you look at it again at this time, you will see that this wild monkey doesn’t know how to run. It lets the mountain monkeys jump up and down around him. It just shows its teeth and grins, but it doesn’t run away and doesn’t know how to climb the tree.
Just dodge here and there in a daze, parrying in a panic.
In the end I couldn’t resist it.
What do you mean by saying this is because you were blinded? "
Seeing 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, and opened the door with the key, smiling mysteriously.
"Actually, it was the first time I saw a mountain yak eating a horse. Like you, I was very frightened and felt that this little thing was evil, just like Wong Tai Sin.
Think about it, I was only nineteen years old at that time and didn’t understand anything.
Later, an elderly hunter in the team told me not to be afraid, saying that he had been scared before, and he was so scared that he almost died when he went back with a high fever, and even asked someone to call his soul. Coming.
Later, the family couldn't open the pot, so I was afraid that I had to go to the mountains to catch some prey and dig up some medicinal materials.
I met Shan Yazi again.
But this time it was not the mountain yandere showing off its power, but the man who was killed and hung on the treetops, eating it bite by bite.
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 confused by the old man at this moment, and his answer was a little dull.
“Oh, it’s an eagle.”
The old hunter smiled proudly: “The eagle has seen the sky, how can it confuse the mountain scorpion? The old man told me that this As the old saying goes, one thing will bring another thing down.
Having said that, do you still think it’s weird?
Squinting may be something we don’t know about, but This little thing isn't scary either.
The eagle and the falcon can defeat it.
Knives and guns can kill it, and fire can burn it.
This is not evil, right? ”
At this time, a dog barking came from the old house.
Two tabby dogs with white chins and cloudy eyes walked out slowly, wagging their tails.
Liu Guangli stopped talking, touched the heads of the two dogs, and hummed a tune while carrying buckets to feed the dogs.
Chen Ling froze on the spot, then slapped himself on the forehead and said, 'One thing will bring down another thing, such a simple truth, but I have forgotten it. ’
The natural ecosystem is like a chess game. Each creature has its own unique ability to restrain some enemies, but it also has natural enemies that specifically restrain itself.
No matter how powerful the yellow-throated marten is, it will not be demonized. There is always something to defeat it.
But looking back, this murderous little thing is actually quite interesting.
It's not ugly in appearance, and it's very powerful in the mountains.
If you have a chance to catch two, see if you can do anything with the weasels at home.
Thinking about this, a stronger curiosity arose in his heart.
This is what Liu Guangli said about the yellow-throated marten that can confuse the eyes of its prey.
When they were in the mountains yesterday, they only saw yellow-throated martens biting and gnawing at wild boars.
I didn’t see the initial siege and hunting scenes.
I don’t know if it’s that magical.
The prey entangled by the yellow-throated marten does not know how to resist or escape.
“This is easy. If you have some free time, you can go to the mountains and stay for one night. You don’t have to go too deep.
There is a beast’s path outside. Just stick to the beast's path
This beast path is the path that grass beasts and small beasts take.
Go deep into the mountains, as you know, these places are prone to wolves and leopards.
What is the animal path for small animals outside? Mountain scorpions and mountain raccoons all like to go there, but be careful of native leopards, which sometimes go there too. "
Liu Guangli gave Chen Ling advice.
"Is that so? I'll give it a try when I get back. It just so happens that our village is going to have a Qingqing show in the next two days. ”
Chen Ling chatted with Liu Guangli for a long time in Kinmen Village and learned a lot. As the old saying goes, having an old man in a family is like having a treasure. When you have time, you should find these old people to learn from.
There are too many things I don’t know.
During this period, I took Ruirui and followed the old man around the village, and went to see the puppies born to those who went to his house to breed dogs.
Most of them are quite good. After all, these little bitches are mainly tiger-headed yellow and green dogs. The offspring produced by mating with Erhei and their first-generation wolfdogs will not be any worse.
The coat color is also quite beautiful. They are smaller than the puppies at home, but there is nothing wrong with them.
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