Qiu Decai smiled and said, "So I want to thank you. If you hadn't buried the rabbit, how could I have dug the rabbit out of the soil?"
At this point, he approached Liu Sanjun and said, don't listen to your mother-in-law. From now on, if you go up to the mountains to hunt wild animals, if you don't want to eat them or bury them, just bring them to my place for extra meals and a few drinks, and be happy. ! Anyway, my mother-in-law has gone to the city to take care of her grandson, and I am alone. You are here to keep me company and join in the fun.
Liu Sanjun said yes, but he had other thoughts in his mind: Since the rabbit was fine to eat, he would take the wild animals he hunted in the mountains home and cook them in delicious dishes. Even if his wife refused to eat, he would persuade her to eat.
A few days later, in the early hours of the morning, a gunshot was heard from the mountain behind the house, and Qiu Decai, who had just woken up, was shocked. He thought: This must be Liu Sanjun who was hunting and shot another wild animal in the forest! It seems that we can eat wild game again today.
He felt excited and stood up from the bed. The shop was leaning against the wall. There was a stone window on the top of the wall, but there was no fence. It was like a big hole opened in the wall, but the size was limited. You couldn't stick your head out, you could only look out.
It was light outside and everything could be seen clearly. Of course, the trees in the distance still look a bit blurry and black, but the nearby bamboo forest and the white road that passes through the bamboo forest and enters the mountain are clear.
So early in the morning, there are no pedestrians on this mountain road. Will the man who fired the gun in the back mountain appear on this road? If he appears on the road, is he Liu Sanjun?
Qiu Decai stood on the bunk and looked out from the stone window. He saw nothing. He only heard the sounds of various birds singing like morning songs being played in the woods behind the house that had been silent for a while.
Because he stood for a little longer, Qiu Decai, who was only wearing a pair of underpants and with the rest of his body naked, felt a little cold.
With hope, he was about to put on his clothes and go out, along the white mountain road to the woods to search to see who the person who fired the gun was.
But when he blinked, he saw a man coming out of the bamboo forest, carrying a shotgun. A pheasant with gorgeous feathers hung at the end of the barrel. The pheasant's head was hanging upside down, and it was obviously dead.
That person was Liu Sanjun who was familiar at first sight. He walked on the road without making any sound, as if he was a natural hunter. He did not disturb wild animals, but was fatal to them.
Seeing him, Qiu Decai was very excited and shouted to Liu Sanjun, "Congratulations on your night hunt and another harvest."
After all, Liu Sanjun was outdoors. He only felt someone calling him, but for a moment he didn't recognize who was calling him.
I was looking around following the sound, and suddenly I found a hand sticking out from a stone window on the wall, shaking it constantly, accompanied by voices. I am Qiu Decai. I heard the gunshot just now, so I guessed it was you. Night hunting hit the target, sure enough! I will open the door immediately and congratulate you!
I'm sorry, I fired off the gun to disturb your drowsiness, you should continue to sleep!
When Qiu Decai heard Liu Sanjun's reply outside the house, he didn't think much. He quickly pulled his arm out of the stone window, put on his clothes in a scruffy manner, and didn't button his clothes properly. He also held back his urine and hurried to open the door. He looked around, but Liu Decai was nowhere to be seen. The three armies came over.
He then went out and walked to the white mountain road behind the Huan Gong House to look for him, but no one was there.
Qiu Decai shouted to Liu Sanjun at the top of his voice, and heard a voice echoing around the corner of the village house, "Don't shout, don't shout, it's so early, some people are still sleeping, don't wake them up."
Qiu Decai turned around to look for him and thought: You fired a fucking shot that shook the mountains, why didn't you say you were afraid of waking people up?
But Qiu Decai kept these words in his heart and did not say them out. Now he only hopes that Liu Sanjun will take off the pheasant hanging on the shotgun and take it home for him to pick and chop the meat for wine and food, like the above The same thing happened again, sharing the harvest of his night hunting with Liu Sanjun over a drink.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that Liu Sanjun was approaching his house, holding the dead pheasant in one hand and the iron-green shotgun in the other.
Qiu Decai knew that he had lost his hope, but he still refused to give up. He whispered to the past, "Aren't you afraid of your mother-in-law complaining if you bring the prey home?"
Liu Sanjun turned back and smiled at him, and said confidently, "I can do my mother-in-law's job well. Pheasants have more nutritional value than domestic chickens. Once she understands her thinking, not only will she not blame me, she will also praise me!"
Congratulations then. Qiu Decai said this, feeling extremely unhappy. After standing in the field and watching Liu Sanjun open the door and enter the house, he could no longer hold back the urine he had been holding in for a long time. He dragged the guy out and sprayed it towards an old moss-covered wall. And muttered in a low voice, Damn it, Liu Sanjun is really a loser.
On the morning of the third day, Qiu Decai was grazing cattle in the back mountain as usual. He walked up and down the mountain with lush forests and bamboos. From time to time, he saw piles of wild animal excrement in the grass, on the cliffside, and by the stream, and he felt bad in his heart. He had a desire to hunt wild animals, but he did not have a shotgun. He had a wooden stick ready in his hand, hoping to shoot a hare or something.
After all, he didn't find any wild animals. Although he climbed several mountains and forded several ridges, he gained nothing except that he was sweating from exhaustion.
He walked further, and in front of him was a thick green patchouli. Suddenly, a pungent stench came over. He used the wooden stick in his hand to pry open the clumps of banana grass and took a look. Huo Di stepped back and saw a nest of dead birds, full of blow flies. The body of the dead bird was rotting and infested with maggots.
He didn't know what kind of bird was dead, so he picked up a stick and stretched it out, and the green-headed flies buzzed away.
Only then did he see clearly that the dead bird was not an ordinary bird, but a pheasant. He held his nose and counted for a while, nine in total.
Then I thought: This is a pity. If the 9 little pheasants grow into big pheasants, and each big pheasant hatches a nest of little pheasants, and the little pheasants grow up again, and breed again and again, then this mountainous area is just a pheasant population. , are a huge and considerable natural wealth.
But seeing this nest of dead pheasants, he felt disappointed, even desperate. He threw down the firewood stick in his hand, turned around and left.
On the evening of the fourth day, Qiu Decai led his cattle to graze at the foot of the mountain. He met Liu Sanjun, who was returning to the village from get off work at the quarry, and asked him whether the pheasant he hunted last time was a male or a female.
Liu Sanjun said it was a female, what's the matter?
Qiu Decai vividly described to him the situation of a nest of dead pheasants he saw while grazing cattle in the mountains. He said that the dead pheasant was infested with maggots, and he made a long sound, shaking his head and snorting, giving Liu Sanjun an immersive experience, as if the dead pheasant was crawling with maggots. His eyes kept blinking as if stinky maggots were about to crawl into his eyes.
Qiu Decai then concluded that you must have hunted and killed that pheasant mother-in-law. Her brood of pheasants lost the care of feeding them and died one after another after two days of starvation. What a crime!
When Liu Sanjun saw what he said, he was a little unconvinced and argued with his eyes wide open. Maybe the pheasant I hunted was the mother of the pheasant that died in the nest. Maybe it didn't hatch the pheasant? If you say that I have committed sin, then I have committed sin. What does it have to do with you?
Qiu Decai rubbed his hands and replied seriously, "Of course it's none of my business. I'm just telling you that there is a saying you may have heard, that is: I advise you not to kill the spring bird. The son is in the nest looking forward to his mother's return." ! It’s not just you. It’s spring and no one should hunt birds. In fact, pheasants are also birds, big birds.
Liu Sanjun sneered and told him, "Don't pretend to be serious. I've heard this kind of thing a lot."
Qiu Decai said, let’s not talk about it. He used the end of the rope holding the cow as a whip and suddenly whipped the cow on the butt. The cow suffered inexplicable pain and stopped eating grass. It raised its head and ran around on the grass.
Qiu Decai followed the cow's butt and muttered, "It's really an injection on the cow's butt. You Liu Sanjun didn't even feel it."
