You have to think of a way. Li Fu hurriedly said something, but his mind was blank, and he had no idea for his son to refer to.
When I go to bed at night, the pillow is stuffed high, and I always can't fall asleep. I always think about what I said to my son during the day. How can I think of a way to help my son? He was thinking about the shotgun and concentrating his thoughts. Suddenly, the nightingale's cry came from outside, disturbing his thoughts. However, the cry triggered his inspiration, and he came up with a good way to help his son. He was very happy. She screamed and slapped the quilt while screaming, which actually woke up my wife who was sleeping next to me.
Before my wife could understand, she asked: Lao Li, what is your name? Midnight. I came up with a good idea. Li Fuzheng was about to say it when he heard the nightingale's cry again. He said that I have to thank the nightingale. If it hadn't reminded me, I would still be searching for the withered intestines!
My wife still sounded confused and shouted: "Stop talking about it. If you have something to say, we will talk about it tomorrow."
The next day, his wife didn't ask again, and Li Fu didn't say anything. When he got up early in the morning, he ran to his son and said, I have come up with a good way to help you.
Dad, please tell me if you have any good ideas. Now that we have basically hunted down all the four-legged wild animals in this area, we will hunt down the two-legged ones, that is to say, we have hunted down all the wild animals that can run on the ground, and then we will hunt down the ones that fly in the sky.
After hearing this, Li Gui understood that you were talking about hitting birds flying in the sky.
Yes! that is. Li Fu said it with enthusiasm. Li Gui moved his eyes and thought as he said, Dad, you mentioned the method of hunting birds. I have never thought about it. In addition to hunting pheasants, turtle doves, partridges and other birds, people can eat them and sell them at a high price. Others Birds such as sparrows and robins are not eaten by anyone, and they are not used to eating them. Even if they are hunted in large numbers, it will be in vain. Besides, it is impossible for birds such as pheasants, turtle doves, and partridges to encounter the muzzle of my gun every day.
Li Fu saw that his son's enthusiasm was not high and he was still worried. He said, can't you change it? Li Gui asked what kind of reform, and Li Fu said there was a way. In fact, he had come up with an idea, but he just didn't want to say it now, but he still said what needed to be said.
He said, even if you shoot sparrows, there will still be people to eat them.
Li Gui said, okay, I'm going to hunt some sparrows today to see if anyone can eat them.
At this time, Li Gui's mind was filled with densely packed sparrows gathering in the rice fields and threshing fields to feed. He seemed to hear their chirping and even the sound of their wings flapping.
There were other little birds. He no longer imagined that it was easy to shoot sparrows. For example, if you were hiding somewhere in the wild among the sparrows, and suddenly threw a stone, the sparrows would swarm together. When they took off their wings and left the ground, they took the opportunity to pull the trigger and fire a gun. The ball of bullets shot out from the black gun tube immediately expanded into a cone shape in the air, and contained a little spark, making it rain. Like hitting the sparrows.
If you are lucky, you can kill dozens of sparrows with one shot.
Li Fu said with confidence, "Go and hunt the sparrows. Give me the sparrows and I will help sell them."
Li Gui knew that Li Fu was not joking, so he also became serious, walked into the room and took out the shotgun. This shotgun is also called a gun in the local area.
Now he is sitting at the door, holding a pack of black stuff in his hand, opening it, and carefully loading the gun barrel with powder.
At this moment, the cry of a child came from the house. Li Gui loved his children very much. He quickly put down his work and walked into the room. He saw that it was his son who was crying. The son covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
The wife was sitting aside, and the little daughter buried her head in her arms and sucked the milk. She said to Li Gui, the baby is old and the milk is not enough. Just now I pushed my son away from my arms to let his sister eat, and he burst into tears. Who is to blame?
Hearing this, Li Gui felt that he had a heavy responsibility that he could not shirk, which was to save money quickly to buy milk powder and other things to supplement the milk shortage of his two children.
He instinctively knelt down, picked up Li Xiongbing, who was still crying, and said, good boy, stop crying. Dad, I will go hunting today to save money to buy you delicious food.
I want to eat candy fruit. As expected, Li Xiongbing stopped crying when he answered.
Li Gui hugged him and protected him for a while, then put him down. Li Xiongbing refused and stretched out his hands to hug him.
Li Gui said that his father wanted to go hunting in the mountains. If he just stayed at home, he would not be able to hunt or go to the streets to buy you candies.
See if you can coax. After Wu Juying finished feeding Ru Hua, she said a word to Li Gui and went to do housework.
Li Gui pretended not to hear, coaxed the child, then picked up the loaded shotgun and walked out of the gate, swinging along a rope like a rope to the village road in the forest behind the house.
Li Fu, who was at home, concluded that his son would only be able to catch some birds when he went to the top of the mountain. If he did not cooperate with him, it would be useless.
Later, Li Fu followed the method he had already thought of and went to the street to buy an oven, a pan, a teapot, and a large bowl. He packed these things in a snakeskin bag and carried them on his back. Go up, return to the field in front of your son's house, then pick up a bucket of water and put it next to it, and get some dry wood to light the stove. When the fire started, you picked up the wooden bucket filled with water, filled the teapot with water, and placed it on the stove. He was cooking on the stove, and the flames were fluttering and laughing, but he couldn't laugh in his heart. He didn't know how many birds his son could kill this time.
What does returning from hunting birds have to do with this? The few children who gathered around to watch didn't know what he was doing, they just saw him setting up a rack to boil water, which was fun.
It was dusk. It was said that no matter how many prey Li Gui had hunted, it was still time to return. Even if he didn't hunt even a small bird, it was still time to return.
But he didn't reply. The water had already boiled. Li Fu took the pot down and put it away. Without adding more firewood, he went around the corner of the house to see if Li Gui had come down from the mountain.
Sure enough, a man came down from the mountain. He was carrying a shotgun. There were a bunch of birds hanging on the front and back handle of the shotgun. He was Li Gui.
Li Fu was so excited that he shouted, "Son, you are really good!"
Li Gui approached him and said: Dad, I don’t know what the effect of shooting so many birds is!
It's very useful. Come with me. As Li Fu said this, he returned to the place where the stove was set up to boil water.
Li Gui walked over, took off the two strings of dead birds with their heads hanging down from the shotgun, and threw them on the ground. Some birds only had one leg or one wing injured and were pulsing on the ground. Li Gui kicked them with his feet, and they were frightened. The ground screams.
These poor birds, dead or still alive, include thrushes, chaffinches, and sparrows. Li Gui can all name them by name, but some cannot be named by name. Even if he asked Li Fu, he didn't know.
Li Fu took off a live bird with a flowered wing and a broken leg from the string, and said to Li Gui: "I will scald these birds in boiling water like chickens, feather them, then roast them for cooked food and send them to Li Gui." There must be someone buying it on the street.
oh! Dad wants to start a barbecue business. Li Guimao said suddenly, a smile suddenly appeared on his gloomy face.
He asked for the chirping live bird in Li Fu's hand again, picked up a pot of boiling water and poured it into an empty bowl until the boiling water was full.
At this time, he put the live bird in his hand into the bowl, and it was quickly scalded to death. When it was about to die, it struggled and pulsed, causing water to splash everywhere. After a few blows, it stopped moving.
The scalded look was very miserable. The whole corpse was floating on the steaming water. The pair of eyes on the head had not yet been closed. The two rice-sized eyeballs had turned into a dull beige, like two Li Gui, who felt a little disgusted by the unwiped eye mucus, looked away from the corpse of the scalded bird.
