the last priest

The old farmer’s surname is Cheng. I think there are very few visitors in this valley on weekdays. Cha Wenbin said clearly that he wanted to stay overnight. The old man seemed very happy, saying that he wanted to get a chicken for drinking, but Cha Wenbin stopped him .

"I can't do it, I can't do it. Complaining is already disturbing the old man. How can we kill chickens?"

The old farmer went into the house again and changed into a camouflage uniform. His feet were a kind of socks unique to mountain people. We called them mountain socks.This kind of socks is generally made of discarded jeans, with two layers on the front and back. The bottom of the socks has to be used as a cloth shoe.This kind of socks is usually as long as the calf, and the top is tied with shoelaces or cloth strips. There are many leeches in the forests in the mountains. With this kind of socks, the leeches can't hurt people.

Seeing that the old farmer had changed the equipment, Zha Wenbin was still a little puzzled. It was getting dark early in the valley, and it would be dark in an hour. Does the old man still want to go up the mountain?

The old farmer held a miner's lamp in his hand, turned around and went to the room again, and came out with a smile after a while, even holding an earthen gun in his hand. Around 00, our shotguns were basically confiscated by the state. Unexpectedly, this old man still kept one.

He patted the clay gun on his back, and said with a smile: "Since you won't let me kill chickens, then I'll get you some wild game. It's okay to eat if you don't raise it yourself?"

Zha Wenbin is really not particular about what to eat, but judging by the politeness of this old man, if he pushes back and forth again, it will seem a bit artificial.In addition, he also wanted to follow the old farmer and get familiar with the situation here, so he asked to go up the mountain with him.

The old farmer whistled, only to hear a gust of wind outside the door, and the big yellow dog rushed over like flying.Maybe it was really frightened by Chaozi. When it got to the door and saw a stranger inside, a brake stopped at the door, and it carefully sniffed for a while to make sure that the person who punished it had left before raising its tail. Walked in swaggeringly.

The three of them started walking towards the mountains with a dog. They were going to hunt pheasants, that is, pheasants.

Hunting pheasants is a technical job. If you are good at light guns, it is useless. I was lucky enough to go hunting with my father once when I was young, so I remember it clearly.To hunt pheasants, the time must be after the sun goes down and the sky is not yet dark. At this time, one needs a pair of very sensitive ears.Pheasant will finish foraging before dark, because their eyesight is very poor at night, so pheasant will choose to fly to the tree at this time to spend the night.And hunters, in the evening, need to prick up their ears to hear what the pheasants fly, their wings and calls will reveal their position.

After determining the general position, the hunter only needs to bring a shotgun and a strong flashlight to harvest the prey.The pheasant sleeps standing on a tree. When people shine it with a strong flashlight, the pheasant will fall into temporary blindness.At this time, they will not move, they will just stand stupidly on the branches of trees as live targets, and the soil guns used by old farmers are filled with black powder and small steel balls, and the killing area is in pieces, while Pheasants live in groups again, and my father's previous record was to shoot down six pheasants with one shot.

The old farmer walked along the stream they walked during the day. He said that the pheasants liked to move around the stream. After walking for a mile, they ran into the bamboo forest. After turning around, a large maple forest appeared.

These maple forests are as thick as two or three people, and the thinnest is as thick as a bucket. There is a small blue iron plate on each of these trees, which reads uniformly: ancient and famous trees, protected according to law.The old farmer said that the county sent people to order it the year before last. Few people knew that there was a forest here. People from the Forestry Bureau said that they only discovered it through satellite remote sensing.

From time to time, there are some small soil pockets hidden in the shadow of the maple forest, and occasionally there are a few remnants of monuments exposed on the ground, most of which are not complete.The old farmer said that they moved here in the 50s, and it was already like this when they came. The country people pay attention to the rules, and they think that since someone has occupied the place first, they should not disturb it.As a result, the area within a mile outside the forest was almost no longer felled, and the bushes and bamboo forests grew denser and denser, until now they were completely surrounded inside.

The old farmer chose this maple forest as his hunting spot, and he only came here when he was hunting. There was almost no human smell in this place, and naturally there were many wild animals.The old farmer hadn't hunted for many years, and if it wasn't for entertaining them, he wouldn't go into the mountains alone.

Based on Zha Wenbin's experience, this place is on the shady side and does not get the sun all year round. Although there is a small stream at the foot of the mountain, the water is too small and the mountain is very dangerous. It really doesn't look like a large-scale cemetery.Looking at those small dirt bags, he reckoned that they should be ordinary ancestors' settlements, so he picked a convenient place to bury them.

But soon, he overturned his original judgment.At the place where the old farmer squatted, Cha Wenbin saw several neatly cut long boulders, covered with moss, and most of them were broken.He looked up, and sure enough, there was a building on the top of the mountain about 500 meters away from him.The sky was too dark, and the forest was too dense here. Cha Wenbin wanted to ask the old farmer, but the old farmer silenced his voice.

The old farmer pointed to his right side lightly with his hand, and there was something watching and moving behind a piece of low bamboo, making a "rustling" sound.The old farmer raised his gun and aimed slowly. He motioned Cha Wenbin and Dashan to lean back, because wild boars are the most active animals in this generation, and the ammunition in this gun is only for shooting pheasants. A hit on the head of a wild boar can only hurt a fur.

Soon, a young pig with yellow-brown stripes all over its body got out first, and then two more. These little wild pigs were completely defenseless, and they only cared about searching for food with their mouths in the ground.

As the movement behind Ruozhu became louder and louder, the old farmer became more and more nervous. As an experienced old hunter, he knew that if he shot, the consequences might be serious.He would rather encounter a beast like a leopard than a wounded wild boar, especially one with a group of cubs.

They really should have an accident that day. A young pig with no eyes was probably full, and started playing with his little friends, running around the ground.Although they are small in size, their speed is not slow, and they can disappear in a blink of an eye, but this small one is running towards their hiding place.

The prey that was sent to his mouth is not justified. Although the old farmer is unwilling to provoke it, there are some people who are not afraid!It can't be said to be a human, but a dog. The big yellow dog was pressed down on the ground by the old farmer before, and it was obedient, but now seeing the little wild boar rushing to him, how can he hold back? Can live.

The old farmer only felt that his palm was empty, and the big yellow dog shot out like an arrow, and rushed towards the little wild boar's neck fiercely. With a scream of "ang", the other cubs in the forest froze for a moment and then fled around. The cub that was knocked down by the big yellow dog was rolling on the ground desperately, and the barking of dogs and pigs was mixed for a while. Became one piece.

It was too late to say it, and then I heard a "cracking" sound from the woods not far away, and the old farmer hurriedly shouted: "Dandan, come back!"

But all hunting dogs have a bad temper, and they won't give up easily when they get their prey. They are still biting the little pig on the ground, but they don't realize that their disaster is coming.

Standing in place, they could clearly see that the bushes not far away were hit by something, and the broken branches even flew to a height of one or two meters.A huge force forcibly opened a path from the forest, and a black sow covered with an elder's mane rushed out like a bullet. Almost instantly, its mouth slammed into the nameless pig. On the yellow dog named Dandan.Poor Eggy immediately flew upside down for four or five meters, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

It is impossible for a sow whose cubs were attacked to give up the enemy so easily. Instead of stopping to check on the dying cubs, she immediately rushed to the yellow dog rolling on the ground, a sow weighing two hundred catties Don't talk about dealing with dogs, even if a person is bitten by it, it can remove a few catties of meat.

The old farmer was also eager to save the dog. He probably forgot that the barrel of his gun was only filled with iron sand, so he raised his gun and shot at the sow. After a "bang" gunshot, the sow screamed, and a grain of iron sand hit its almost invisible eye impartially, and half of the burst eyeball hung outside.

The sow herself was attacked, she abandoned the yellow dog, turned around and ran towards the old farmer.The single-shot soil gun is now a fire stick, and hunters are killed by injured wild boars every year. This was not news at all in Northwest Zhejiang in the past.

Before long, a huge figure jumped from the big rock behind the old farmer, holding a huge rock weighing more than a hundred catties in his hand, which was a broken long strip of rock.He lifted the huge stone above his head, and the wild boar rushed forward when it was only four or five meters away from the old farmer. When the huge figure jumped down, he shouted loudly: "You want to die!"

This cry was so loud that even the injured sow was stunned.This sudden scene stunned the one-eyed sow, and it stopped in its tracks.But Dashan didn't stop, the boulder held high above his head was in his hands like an ordinary person holding a brick, and he used all his strength to grab the gap. With a "bang", the boulder and the skull cracked at the same time, and the sow weighing nearly two hundred catties fell to the ground motionless...

The old farmer's mouth was opened into a "0" shape. After being a hunter all his life, it was the first time he had seen such a violent and bloody hunt. Someone actually used a stone to kill an adult injured wild boar...