Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1130 Musk Deer

After Wang An finished feeding the rabbit all its meat, Da Cang and Xiao Cang were full, but Da Jin and Xiao Jin's genitals were still not swollen, so it was obvious that they were not full.

After patting the necks of Da Jin and Xiao Jin, Wang An took the two silly half-chickens out of the sack.

Only after the two silly halves of half a catty each went into the stomachs of Da Jin and Xiao Jin did Da Jin and Xiao Jin finally feel full.

To be honest, if you don't have some ability, just raising these four eagles would be a real struggle.

After feeding the four eagles, Wang An walked over to Huang Zhong, who was practicing his spear technique.

Wang An casually pointed to a tree in front of him and told Huang Zhong to shoot it. After a few shots, Wang An clicked his tongue in exasperation.

It has to be said that it's probably impossible to find another sharpshooter with the same talent as Wang Li.

After thinking for a moment, Wang An said to Huang Zhong:
"You can't hold the gun steady, so your shooting is bound to be inaccurate. Go back and practice holding the gun properly before practicing your shooting skills. After you finish this box of bullets, don't fire any more. It's just a waste of bullets."

To shoot accurately, the gun must be held steady. It can be said that when pulling the trigger, both arms must remain completely still. Even with Wang An's superb marksmanship, he held his breath the moment he fired the rifle.

There's no way around it; when a person holds a gun with both hands, the muzzle will inevitably rise and fall with every breath, and the bullets won't be as accurate.

For someone like Huang Zhong, the problem was simply a lack of strength in his arms, and had nothing to do with breathing. So, in Wang An's view, it was enough for Huang Zhong to be able to use the gun skillfully.

However, without excellent arm strength, no one can hold a gun steadily, so Wang An didn't take it too seriously.

After Wang An finished speaking, Huang Zhong nodded and said:

"Okay, I understand, big brother."

Soon, the box of 25 bullets was used up. Although Huang Zhong's marksmanship did not improve, his handling of the gun became much more skillful.

Wang An picked up the sack again and said to Huang Zhong:

"Come on, go home."

Huang Zhong agreed:
"Yes, brother."

After speaking, Huang Zhong glanced at the bullets that had flown off into the distance, then touched the gun, clearly feeling a bit unsatisfied.

To be fair, men of all ages have a great interest in shooting.

However, if someone like Huang Zhong can't even hold a spear steadily, practicing spear techniques would be pointless, even if he practiced for a year. Therefore, Wang An didn't plan to let Huang Zhong practice spear techniques until he could hold the spear steadily.

And so, Wang An carried a sack containing three rabbits and a pheasant, while Huang Zhong carried a gun alone, and the two walked together toward home.

The four eagles continued to circle above Wang An, occasionally landing on his shoulder for a while.

On the way, Huang Zhong humbly asked Wang An for advice:

"Brother, how can I practice holding a gun quickly?"

Wang An looked around at the surroundings and said:

"This thing is simple, but it's exhausting."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong said with a determined expression:

"Big brother, I'm not afraid of getting tired, really, please teach me, okay?"

Wang An turned to look at Huang Zhong and smiled before saying:

"If you can't hold the gun steadily, it's because your arms aren't strong enough. When you get home, just do more arm-strengthening exercises. When you have free time, tie bricks to the barrel of the gun and keep holding the gun in the same position. In less than two months, you'll be able to hold the gun steadily, hehehe."

Huang Zhong nodded thoughtfully, then said:
"Okay, brother, I understand." After a while, Huang Zhong suddenly said to Wang An with a face full of excitement:
"Brother, this Type 56 semi-automatic is so much more fun than the shotgun and the double-barreled shotgun. It's so easy to just pull the trigger."

Wang An asked with a smile:

"Do you like this gun?"

Huang Zhong's eyes widened, and he said with a serious expression:
"Of course it's rare! Who wouldn't want something like that?"

Wang An laughed heartily, thought for a moment, and said:
"Then you can borrow this gun for now. You can pay me back when you use it to shoot a big shipment. Just give me the supply and marketing cooperative's selling price of 950 yuan, hahaha."

As he spoke, Wang An patted Huang Zhong on the shoulder.

In fact, Wang An said he was borrowing the gun, but in reality, he was giving it to Huang Zhong. It's just that saying "borrow" and saying "give" are two different things.

As the old saying goes, "A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment." If Wang An were to casually give Huang Zhong a gun worth about nine hundred yuan, Huang Zhong might develop the impression that he could take anything from Wang An without hesitation.

Human desires are endless. If such desires accumulate, Huang Zhong is very likely to lose himself and take himself too seriously.

Therefore, Wang An didn't want to raise an ingrate, because if he did, he would have to find a way to get rid of him later, which would be too much trouble!
As for Huang Zhong shooting the big truck, that was just an excuse. You know, big trucks aren't easy to shoot. Without excellent marksmanship and skillful hunting techniques, trying to shoot a big truck is a joke.

Upon hearing Wang An say that he was lending him the gun, Huang Zhong immediately exclaimed excitedly:

"Big brother, really? You're really lending me this gun?"

Wang An casually remarked:

"Okay, you can have it, but remember, you have to pay me back later. It's 950 yuan. Right now, even if you were sold, you wouldn't be worth 950 yuan, hahaha."

Huang Zhong said with a determined look:
"Yeah, with a gun, I'm sure I can earn 950 yuan in the future."

When Huang Zhong said this, he looked very confident, as if the 950 yuan would be his for the taking as long as he worked hard.

Wang An glanced at Huang Zhong, who could only keep up with him by jogging, smiled, and said nothing.

It has to be said that "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

Huang Zhong's father, Huang Baoguo, is already a father of three, but he probably still hasn't seen what 950 yuan looks like when put together.

Of course, in this era, it wasn't just Huang Baoguo who hadn't seen it; the vast majority of people hadn't seen it either.

Fortunately, Huang Zhong is now working for Wang An, so earning 950 yuan is only a matter of time.

As the two were talking and walking back, Wang An suddenly saw a mythical beast much smaller than a roe deer in a bush in the distance.

Upon seeing the mythical beast, Wang An's eyes widened immediately, and he stretched out his hand to the side, saying to Huang Zhong:
"Quick, give me the gun and bullets, quietly, don't make a sound."

As he spoke, Wang An squatted down, and Huang Zhong immediately handed the gun and bullets to Wang An without saying a word.

The reason Wang An was so nervous was because the mythical beast he saw was a rare animal in the area.

This animal looks very similar to a half-grown roe deer, but only in a similar way, because although it is also a deer, neither males nor females have antlers on their heads.

Most importantly, although they are herbivores, the males have a pair of fangs, and they are quite long fangs.

Of course, their tusks point downwards, unlike the upward-pointing tusks of wild boars.

Besides this, it also has another treasure, a very valuable one, which is a sachet.

That's right, the mythical beast that Wang An saw was a "fragrant deer".

(End of this chapter)