Shatu had turned 10 years old before he knew it. He often went hunting with his father after school or on Sundays. His father asked him to review his lessons. He reluctantly did so, but his thoughts were on hunting, watching how his father made medicine, loaded bullets, and how to hide in the dark. The jungle waits for the prey to appear, and then pulls the trigger unexpectedly but at the right time. He memorizes the entire set of actions with inertia.
Once, Shavushe went upstairs to get a shotgun but the shotgun disappeared. He searched everywhere, suspecting that Shatu had taken it away. Sure enough, looking out of the building window, a child came down the mountain road behind the house, carrying a shotgun with a hare hanging on it. Look carefully and you will see that the child is Shatu. Shavushe didn't know whether to criticize or encourage him. Qi Lianhua downstairs also noticed it. She raised her head and shouted: Dad, your shotgun was stolen by Sha Tu and went up the mountain to shoot a hare!
From then on, Shatu would go hunting in the mountains every time he had holidays, and his mind was no longer on his studies. Since he had gained something, Shawushe no longer scolded him. Naturally, his studies declined and he had no hope of passing the exams. He barely graduated from junior high school and returned to the village to hunt with his father. He was quite good at hunting. Once he found a pheasant or other bird, it was usually in the thorn awning or on a tree. He would not shoot it easily, but would chase it away. When it was frightened and took off, he would shoot it. , can definitely shoot them down; for animals such as hares, the method of hunting them is also very magical, without even using a gun.
That winter, there was heavy snowfall and the entire mountainous area was covered in white, which was a good time for hunting. Shatu, who was well prepared, domesticated a hound. He held a shotgun and chased the hound up the mountain. He saw a line of animal tracks that had not been covered by the snowflakes. He identified them carefully and concluded that they were the tracks of a hare. He asked the hounds to follow the tracks into the jungle to search, while he stood outside the jungle and waited. After just one pack of cigarettes, I heard the barking of hounds several times. A hare actually jumped out of the jungle. It ran on the snow, and the hounds chased it. Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, the hare fled to the foothills, and Shatu also Walking as fast as flying, I followed closely behind, and saw the hare wandering in front of a house, and then went straight into the crack of the door of a house. There was still smoke coming from the roof of that house. It was obvious that there were people inside, but they were quiet and did not notice the hare that got inside. The hound noticed it, jumped into the crack of the door, and a layer of snow powder shaken off from its body fell on the threshold.
A sister-in-law of this family was sitting by the firepit to warm herself up. The flames were scarlet and the flames were laughing with laughter. This was the result of the burning of pine tree stalks. The sister-in-law's hands and feet were warmed by the heat. When she got up to use the hanging pot to cook, she suddenly heard the sound of a dog barking. This sound surprised her. It didn't sound like it was outside, but seemed to come from the bedroom.
She turned around and saw that the door leading to the corridor was ajar at first, but now it was more than half open. It was very close to the bedroom door. From the outside, turn right and you would reach the bedroom. The sister-in-law was sitting at the other end and couldn't see clearly whether the bedroom door was open. She stood up alertly and walked over. When she saw the bedroom door was open, a wild dog somewhere was barking inside. Anyway, she didn't have a dog at home, so she wanted to step in. , and saw a young man standing outside the corridor, holding a shotgun, his head and body covered with snowflakes, and looking at her with a sinister look, he said: "Sister-in-law, I drove a hare out of the forest, and it has escaped." Enter your house. The sister-in-law thought to herself: Maybe it is! Xu Shi ran into the bedroom. In this case, the hare was wild after all, not raised by a hunter. She didn't intend to let the hunter take it away, she just wanted to keep it to herself. So she said coldly: No, just go! Why did hunting come to my house? You have to go up to the mountains to hunt.
The hunter smiled and said, "Don't be ridiculous. If my hound and I don't chase you, will a hare break into your house?"
If a hare comes to my house, it belongs to my house. The sister-in-law was stubborn, but she still felt a little guilty.
The hunter saw it and made a slight concession: I'll give you the hare meat and I'll take the skin away, okay? The sister-in-law didn't say anything back, and she seemed to acquiesce.
The hunter walked into the house and entered her bedroom with the sound of patrolling hounds barking. There was a dark wooden bed inside. The hound lowered its head and barked under the bed. When it saw its owner, it got in, fidgeted for a while, and dragged out a hare in its teeth.
The hunter caught it immediately. Its body was still moving, but it had been bitten by the hound. The sister-in-law and the neighbors who heard the noise gathered around to see the hunter. He took out a knife from his pocket, pressed the hare against the wall, made a straight bloody mark on its head, and then peeled off the skin. In just a few strokes, he cut off the hare's plush skin like he was taking off his clothes, leaving behind a bloody flesh ball and a pair of bulging eyes with a frightened look on it. The hunter also cut open its bulging abdominal cavity and found that it was a female rabbit that was about to become a mother. Several thumb-sized rabbits were still exposed in the cut afterbirth. They were still squirming. It was pitiful for these lives that were about to be born. The misfortune of her mother's sudden death withered prematurely.
The hunter threw several rabbit cubs and their clothes on the ground and fed them to the hounds. Then he gave the rabbit meat to the sister-in-law. He took the rabbit skins and called the hounds out and walked away in the snow.
A few days later, the weather cleared up, but the snow had not yet melted away. The road was wet and muddy underfoot. Since it was difficult to walk and the mountains were full of moisture, the hunter thought of hunting in two days.
The rabbit skin that hunter Shatu obtained last time has been disinfected by a leather processing shop. I wonder if the processing process is complete. He wants to go to the leather processing shop on the other side of the mountain to have a look. If it is processed properly, he will take it and pass it to a tailor shop to make a pair of gloves and give them to the bricklayer who makes roof tiles in the west end of the village.
It was cold that time, and the bricklayer who was picking up tiles and repairing leaks on the roof of his house did not pay the bill when he finished the work. He knew that his son and his father made a living by hunting, so they could eat game every day, and they could also get a genuine leather product to arm themselves. Taking this into account, he didn't want any wages and only said to Shatu who had just returned home: You know how to hunt. If you have the opportunity to get the skins of wild animals, wouldn't it be worth the wages for me?
OK! Shatha took a stand. The bricklayer raised his face and said with a smile: I'm just waiting for your leather gloves.
The bricklayer's words still ring in Shatu's ears, and the promise he made will be fulfilled. The next day, Shatu beat a muntjac, peeled off the skin, and prepared to hand it over to the leather processing shop for processing and make it for the bricklayer. A pair of gloves. Before leaving, Shawushe asked, how much is it worth for a bricklayer to pick up tiles on the roof to repair leaks? It's not cost-effective for you to use suede leather to make gloves for him. The suede leather is good and can be sold at a good price.
Shatu said: I have made a promise, I have to fulfill it, right? Shavushe said: It is cost-effective to use rabbit skin. Rabbit skin is not valuable. One rabbit skin is just enough for one glove. You have to kill two rabbits. Shatu listened to his father's words and went hunting on a snowy day and got a rabbit skin.
Now he was walking towards the leather processing shop on the other side of the mountain. Halfway along a gravel road, he saw a family building a house down the mountain from a distance. The roof of the house was being put on, and several people were passing tiles on it. Shatu inadvertently approached the house under construction and suddenly heard someone calling his name. He looked up and saw that it was none other than the bricklayer. He was still holding a few stacked tiles in his hand. He said: Shatu, my hands are chapped, just waiting for your gloves to protect them.
