Chapter 959 The Little Bear and His Children

$42 In the hut of Lengchang, Zhao Youcai sipped a mouthful of potato soup and frowned.

It is potato soup, so it is really potatoes and soup. Simply cut the potatoes into long strips, throw them into water and boil, and sprinkle some salt.

Zhao Youcai also came from hard times, but he hasn't eaten this soup without even a drop of oil for twenty years.

But there is no way, Lengchang has this kind of food. When they arrived here, they happened to catch up with the workers' meal. Jiang Ershuan shouted to the old cook to give Zhao Youcai and his friends the right food. Li Chunming politely stopped him, and Jiang Ershuan took the opportunity to get off the donkey.

Eating with the workers, they only ate this. Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel homesick while drinking potato soup.

Zhao Youcai remembered that when he came out of the house in the morning, he saw Wang Meilan picking up a few pieces of frozen wild boar meat from the outside tank and bringing them back to the house. At that time, he took a look and saw that there were both fat and lean meat, and asked Wang Meilan what she was going to do.

Wang Meilan said she would make wontons in the evening, and she would make two kinds of stuffing, one with wild boar meat and cabbage, and the other with pickled cabbage and oil.

When Zhao Youcai thought of the wontons with pickled cabbage and oil, he couldn't eat the potato soup and steamed corn bread in front of him.

"Master Zhao." At this time, Li Chunming put down the small helmet that held the soup and asked Zhao Youcai, "What time do you think we should leave tomorrow morning?"

"We have to wait until dawn." Zhao Youcai said, "It's impossible!"

Just now, they went directly to the place where Jiang Ershuan met the tiger, but there was no tiger or the killed horse on the firewood transport road at that time, leaving only a pool of frozen blood and blood stains from dragging heavy objects.

It was obvious that the tiger killed the horse and dragged it up the hillside. According to Jiang Ershuan, the tiger pounced down from the hillside in the afternoon.

After looking at the forest on the mountain, Zhao Youcai and the four members of the tiger hunting team exchanged opinions and decided to settle down at 42 Lengchang first, and go up to hunt the tiger early tomorrow morning.

There was no way. It was already dark in the mountains. Who would dare to go into the forest to look for tigers?

The same reason applies. We have to wait until it’s light tomorrow morning before we can go up.

When Zhao Youcai was reminiscing about the good and bad times in the mountains, the Zhao family’s house was filled with joy and laughter.

On the kang in the west room, Li Ruhai was sitting on the kang with a kitten in his arms, and he told Zhao Jun, Li Baoyu and others about the hunting stories he heard at the Song family.

But the child was cautious. He only told them about the experience of King Song being shot with a gun and the mountain god’s prohibition of hunting tigers with guns. Li Ruhai didn’t mention the hanging sheep on the big killing hill.

He wanted to wait for an opportunity to tell Zhao Jun alone, so that he could get a reward. The personal experience of King Song made everyone sigh. The old lady smacked her lips and said, "That old Song was not an ordinary person before."

"Yeah!" Wang Qiang echoed, "I remember hearing my uncle Zhao say that old Song had beaten Shi Huzi."

The uncle Zhao Wang Qiang was talking about was none other than Zhao Jun's grandfather.

"Hey? Uncle." Lin Xiangshun asked Wang Qiang curiously, "What is Shi Huzi? The older people keep talking about that thing, saying Shi Huzi, Shi Huzi, what is it?"

"I haven't seen it either." Wang Qiang laughed and said, "They also say that Shi Huzi is from the Northeast Lion."

"Northeast Lion?" Xie Zhong said in surprise, "Do we have that thing here?"

In the Northeast, there has always been a legend of the Northeast Lion. According to some people, the three major cats are lions, tigers, and leopards. Since there are Northeast tigers and Northeast leopards, there must be Northeast Lions.

"It doesn't seem to be the same thing." It was Xie Sun who answered. She pointed at Xie Zhong and said, "Big brother, you must remember that there is a tyrant in the Wu family in the east of us."

A tyrant is a person with a disabled arm. Xie Zhong nodded repeatedly to show that he knew.

Xie Sun continued, "When he used to have good arms and legs, he went out hunting with the gang from the other village. That year they settled in our village. They said they had brought back Shi Huzi. I carried you to see it after that."

Xie Zhong couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard Xie Sun's words. With his mother's personality, if she could hold him, he must have been in his cradle at that time. And what can a child of that age understand? So, it must be that my mother wanted to watch the fun at that time.

"Mom!" Xie Chen didn't care what his brother thought, since he didn't exist at that time. He asked Xie Sunshi, "What does Shi Huzi look like?"

"Not big." Xie Sunshi gestured and described, "Not too gray, with long hair."

With her description, no one could imagine what the legendary Shi Huzi looked like.

At this time, Li Ruhai held the little lynx in one hand and stretched out his palm in front of him, saying, "Hey? Let's guess, what meat did I eat at the old Song's house today?"

"What meat?" Li Baoyu asked, picking up a melon seed and throwing it into his mouth, chewing it with his back teeth.

"Honey dog ​​meat!" Li Ruhai smiled and gave an answer.

When we had dinner at the Song's house today, we first had fried soybeans, then stir-fried shredded potatoes with pickled cabbage and scrambled eggs.

If it were a family meal, we could eat any of the dishes. But Li Ruhai was there at the time, and he was a guest invited by Song Benxiao.

No matter how young he is, he is still a guest.

In Yong'an, the dishes served to guests cannot be odd in number, because only when there is a funeral at home, the dishes served to guests are odd in number.

Of course, if there are only three dishes, Li Ruhai doesn't mind, but Old Song may not be able to do it.

So, Song Benxiao's wife went out and brought a piece of frozen meat into the house and put it in the pot to thaw.

That piece of meat was frozen with the soup. After it was thawed and the soup was thickened, it was served on a plate.

Li Ruhai was a guest, so he must eat first if there was anything delicious. When Li Ruhai tasted it, he found that the meat tasted like something he had never tasted before.

It was very smelly, and even the chili peppers and mountain peppercorns on the plate could not suppress the smell of the meat. But it should be said that the meat was very good, pure lean meat but not dry, firm and very chewy.

Li Ruhai asked curiously and found out that it was the meat of a honey dog.

"What the hell is that?" Li Dayong, who had been silent because he was thinking about Zhao Youcai, said at this time: "Is there anyone who can eat honey dog ​​meat? That thing is so smelly!"

The honey dog ​​is the yellow-throated marten, and the thing has a strong smell.

On the day when Zhao Jun first met Shao Jun in Lingnan, he and Zhang Yuanmin took the black tiger for a stroll in the mountains and startled a yellow-throated marten.

At that time, the yellow-throated marten was three or four meters away from Zhao Jun, but when it jumped up the tree, a foul smell rushed towards Zhao Jun.

In the local language: the smell hits your nose!

"Hehe..." At this time, the old lady laughed, and her laughter attracted everyone's attention. Then the old lady leaned out of the kang and glanced out the door.

In the outer room, except for Zhao Chun who was watching a group of children in the west room and coaxing her own child, the other women were packing up.

Seeing that Yang Yufeng seemed to be wiping the table in the west room, the old lady said, "Yuanmin's father picked up a little honey dog ​​in the mountains before, and took it home to raise it. He said that when it grew up, he would train it to catch rabbits and pheasants. But after raising it for thirteen moves, he said it couldn't do it anymore, so he threw it back."

"What's the matter?" Jie Chen asked subconsciously, "Why can't it do it anymore?"

"Because it smells bad." Zhao Jun interrupted, and the old lady nodded and said, "Yeah."

As she said, the old lady pointed to the little black bear in Zhao Jun's arms and said, "Honey dogs are different from black bears. The smell of honey dogs is natural, and it doesn't matter how you wash it."

"Right!" Li Ruhai said, "Uncle Song said that there is a smelly tendon on the honey dog. When eating, you have to pick it out, then put it in cold water and blanch it in hot water."

In fact, the one on the honey dog ​​is called the smell gland, and the one on the fox and weasel is called the stink gland. But here, the mountain people don't know those terms, so they call it saojin and stinkyjin.

"What are you blanching?" Li Ruhai just finished speaking, and heard Li Dayong say: "We don't eat that stuff."

Yes, there are still too many wild boar meat, roe deer meat, and black bears at home, who would eat yellow-throated marten?

Li Ruhai also reacted, he laughed, but remembered something, and asked Li Dayong: "Dad, what Mr. Song said about the mountain god conditioning him, do you think it's true or false?"

"I don't know!" Li Dayong pursed his lips and shook his head, saying: "The old man's words are quite weird."

"I feel it's true!" Li Ruhai said: "I feel..."

"Don't feel it." Li Baoyu interrupted Li Ruhai, and then pointed to the outer room and said to Li Ruhai: "Look at Ma Yang, he is the same age as you, how can he know how to work?"

"Huh?" Li Ruhai heard the words and turned his head to look outside the door. At this time, Ma Yang's voice came from the outer room.

"Sister Lin." Ma Yang said to Xu Chunyan: "I have stacked all the plates and bowls in the bowl rack."

After saying this, Ma Yang shouted again without waiting for Xu Chunyan to answer: "Aunt Li, put the bucket there, I will go out to pour it out later!"

This is Jin Xiaomei who wants to go out to pour dirty water, but Ma Yang stopped her.

In the west room, everyone cast their eyes on Li Ruhai. And Li Ruhai stared at the door and muttered: "This kid, this is not covering me?"

In the Northeast, closing the door with your hands and flesh is called "covering". And covering someone means being squeezed by someone.

In China, there is generally a tradition that men are responsible for the outside and women are responsible for the inside. In this year, men do not do housework at home.

So usually Li Ruhai does not work at home, and no one will say anything to him. But Ma Yang's performance, but covered Li Ruhai.

"Come in, kid!" At this time, Wang Meilan's voice came from the outer room again, and she said, "There are so many of us, we don't need you!"

"It's okay, aunt." Ma Yang smiled and said, "I'm not an outsider, I always help my mother with work at home."

Zhao Jun was stunned by this. If he remembered correctly, his brother-in-law was also a hands-off boss at home. He was lazy and didn't do any work. Why did he know how to show it here?

Then, Zhao Ling laughed and said, "This child, no matter how we talk to him, he won't listen. He insists on working."

"Oh!" Jin Xiaomei sighed and said, "Look at how other people raise this child?"

Li Ruhai: "..."

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Zhao Youcai was not at home, so Ma Yang and Zhao Jun stayed in the west room tonight. After dinner the next morning, Ma Yang said goodbye and went home, while Zhao Jun tied his leggings on the edge of the kang in the west room.

When he was almost done, Li Baoyu came from next door. Because of the tigers in the mountains these days, Li Baoyu did not go to the work section to deliver goods. So he simply asked Lin Xiangshun for two days off so that he could go hunting in the mountains with Zhao Jun.

Seeing Li Baoyu coming, Zhao Jun asked him to take off his gun. Zhao Jun put on his bag and brought two bags with a total of fifty rounds of bullets.

After taking everything, the two brothers came out of the west room, said hello to Wang Meilan and Zhao Chun, and went out to release the dogs.

The purpose of today was to hunt wild boars, so Zhao Jun brought all the hunting dogs at home.

The dogs next door, Da Huang, Xiao Hua, Hua Mao, Hua Lang, and Hei Hu, Er Hei, Da Pang, San Pang, and Wu Long, a total of 13 dogs, were all sent to the car. Then Li Baoyu drove the car, and Zhao Jun accompanied the dogs in the trunk. He first picked up Wang Qiang on the way, and then went to Jiang's and Xie's houses.

When Zhao Jun arrived at the door of Xie's house, he got out of the car. He asked Wang Qiang and Li Baoyu to wait in the car, and he went into the house to see the little bear.

As soon as Zhao Jun arrived, the little bear in the house was strange. When Xie Chen came out to take Zhao Jun into the house, Zhao Jun asked Xie Chen: "How is the little bear?"

"Very good." Xie Chen agreed, and the two went into the house.

These days, the three members of the Xie family have been living in Jiang's house. Only the little bear and four puppies live in his house, but the house is very warm because of Xie Sun's fire.

At this time, Xie Zhong, Xie Sunshi, and the old lady were all in this room. When Zhao Jun came in and saw Xiao Xiong's slightly wary eyes, he didn't move forward.

It's not that dogs don't get close to people. This female dog who just gave birth was like this for the first two days.

Zhao Jun stood in the distance and took a look at Xiao Xiong. At this time, Xiao Xiong was half leaning and half leaning in the doghouse surrounded by old mattresses. Its front half was standing, and its belly was lying horizontally in the doghouse for the puppies to feed.

"Are the puppies all good?" Zhao Jun asked with a smile, and Xie Chen answered beside him: "They are good, eating all the time!"

Zhao Jun nodded, and he saw the basins and helmets placed around the doghouse. The basin was filled with clear water, and the two helmets, one was filled with bone soup that the old lady had made for Xiao Xiong early in the morning, and the other was filled with malted milk.

"Hey?" Zhao Jun suddenly pointed at the little bear and asked curiously, "Why is it in this posture?"

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed, the old lady raised her hand and patted Xie Sun beside her, and then said to Zhao Jun, "It's waiting for your mother Xie to feed it biscuits."

Xie Sun also laughed, she took out a biscuit from her pocket and said to Zhao Jun, "Jun, look at it."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun was stunned, thinking what is there to look at. But Xie Sun did not feed the little bear with the biscuit directly as Zhao Jun thought, she first put the biscuit into her mouth, and broke it with a "crack", half of the biscuit went into her mouth, and the other half was handed to the little bear.

The little bear stretched his neck and opened his mouth to catch the biscuit, but as the little bear bit it, half of the biscuit broke, the middle part went into the little bear's mouth, and the two sides fell along the sides of the little bear's mouth.

The little bear lowered his head with the biscuit in his mouth. When he saw the broken biscuits falling next to the puppy, his first reaction was to protect the food.

"Hoo-woo..." The little bear bared its teeth and made a protesting sound towards the puppies. But the puppies who were feeding had not opened their eyes yet, and had no idea what was going on. They were just focusing on feeding.

Suddenly, the little bear dove over, picked up a piece of biscuit, and chewed it while making a protesting sound, as if he was afraid that the puppies would snatch it away.

Looking at the little bear guarding its food, the old lady laughed and said, "This thing, a dog is a dog, it also snatches food from its own children."

"Yeah." Xie Sun nodded and agreed, "It's different from people. If it were a person, a mother would have to leave a bite of food for her children even if she didn't eat it herself."

Xie Sun's words seemed to make sense, but as soon as she finished speaking, Xie Zhong and Xie Chen both cast strange looks at her.

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