The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 13 Type 56 Semi-Automatic Rifle
I said before that there are rules for hunting.

One of them is that mountain wealth cannot be enjoyed alone.

Even when the prey is dragged home, and you meet someone on the road, no matter whether you know the person on the other side, as long as the other person opens his mouth, you have to cut a piece of meat and give it to someone.

If it's a roe deer that goes down in the mountains, and a roe deer is wrapped around it, it doesn't matter if you pass by and kill the roe deer and take away one or two roe deer legs.

But if the wild boar is covered, because wild boars are difficult to kill, if the passers-by kill the wild boar, they can take half of the wild boar.

If this person is not careful, he cuts off two wild boar legs, sets them up and hangs them on a nearby tree, and then drags the remaining wild boars away, then it is not impossible.

However, there are two things it cannot.

First, you can't take away other people's cover, that's the guy who eats food.Especially wild boar covers are made of wire ropes with the thickness of fingers, which are worth a lot of money now.

The second is that no matter what the prey is, you have to leave a little bit, and you must not take it all away.

This is the rule.

Since he was a child, Zhao Chun has not listened to adults telling stories about hunting. He knows the rules here, for fear that Zhao Jun made a mistake with wild boar.

After all, whether it is the old Zhao family or the old Zhou family, they are all respectable families in these ten miles and eight villages. If the children in the family break the rules handed down for thousands of years because of a bite of meat, they will have to be stabbed in the spine.

"Big sister, don't worry, I understand." Zhao Jun said, and got up from the kang.

At this time, his eyes have fallen behind the door of the room.

Behind the door, hangs a gun.

Zhao Jun pulled the door halfway in the closing direction to make room, then took the gun off the wall and rubbed it in his hand.

This is a 56-type semi-automatic rifle that shoots 7.62mm bullets. In various book descriptions, the capacity of this gun is ten bullets.

But Zhao Jun knew that if he pushed hard into the barrel of the gun, he would still be able to put another round in, which would be eleven rounds in total.

This gun can fire in bursts, and can shoot all the bullets in the gun chamber in one go in 15 seconds.This can be said to be the strongest weapon that can be used by people who run the mountains to hunt.

After all, hunting in the mountains is not a marching war. The Type 56 assault rifle, which is more advanced than the Type 56 semi-automatic, has an extra curved handle under the butt than the semi-automatic rifle. .

And not to mention the Type 56 machine gun, who can use a machine gun for hunting?Are you hunting or slaughtering mountains?
Seeing Zhao Jun playing with a gun, Zhao Chun didn't care. After all, there were no bullets in the gun, and guns couldn't be restrained these days. Guns are so common in Shanchanglin Village.

Coupled with some special regional factors, the current Shenzhou Dadi Village has militia training every year, plus there are guards in the forest farm, and a security section in the construction section.

Even ordinary people can buy guns as long as they are willing to spend money.

Let's just say that this semi-automatic in Zhao Jun's hands is not cheap at the moment. If you want to buy a new one, you have to spend thousands of dollars.If it's old, that's another story.

But don't forget, Zhao Chun's father-in-law, Zhou Chunming, is the second-in-command of the Thousand-Ren Dachang Factory. He wants to borrow a gun from the factory protection team to go home. Who would dare to disagree?
"Big boy, come and eat persimmons." At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Hu Sanmei walked in with a plate of foreign persimmons.

Because in Northeast China, especially in rural areas, it is rare to see sweet persimmons that may be slightly astringent in the south. Tomatoes are grown here in the Northeast, that is, foreign persimmons.

Over time, people here call foreign persimmons persimmons, which makes many people from the south feel puzzled.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhao Jun held the gun in one hand and took the plate of persimmons in the other and put it on the kang table. How could he care about eating it at this time?Now all his attention is on the gun.

Hu Sanmei smiled and said, "Don't leave at noon, kid. Let's eat at home. Auntie will fry the fish for you. Your brother-in-law got up early this morning and caught the fish with others. It's good."

"Okay, Auntie, then I'll wait to eat." Zhao Jun replied with a smile.

Everyone has their own hobbies. Zhou Jianguo, Zhao Jun's brother-in-law, likes to fish and fish. In these eight villages, they are all famous.

Hu Sanmei went out after speaking. After a while, the sound of fried fish was heard from the outhouse, and then she could smell the aroma of fried fish.

At this time, Zhao Jun's little nephew was crying again. Zhao Chun picked him up and coaxed him with "oh" and "oh". Then he felt that the child might be hungry, so he opened his clothes to feed the child.

Zhao Jun turned his back and lowered his head to get a gun in his hand.

After Zhao Chun finished breastfeeding, the sister and brother were teasing the child, watching the child's giggling laughter, Zhao Jun even threw his gun aside.

In the outhouse, Hu Sanmei was sitting in front of the stove, and on the stove was a large plate, on which was a piece of deep-fried golden fish with fine scales.

After frying the fish, Hu Sanmei took out the oil for frying the fish separately and put it in a separate jar.

These days, there is no saying that it will be dumped after frying once. The common people eat oil by ticket, how can it be so extravagant.

And the oil used to fry the fish has a fishy smell, so it must be placed separately and used when frying the fish next time.

Then, Hu Sanmei brushed the pot with water, and after the residual water in the pot was dried, she poured a spoonful of oil into the pot.

When the oil was hot, Hu Sanmei cut a piece of wild boar that Zhao Jun brought, and after cutting it into small pieces, the oil in the pot was also hot.

Hu Sanmei first put the wild boar slices into the frying pan and stir fry, until the pork belly was fried out of lard, and then poured all the beans, potato pieces, and melon pieces that had been prepared earlier into the pot.

Stir fry first, then add water to cover the meat.

Next, Hu Sanmei took a small wooden ladder and placed it across the water in the pot.

The two ends of the ladder are just stuck on the sides of the pot and won't fall down yet.

Hu Sanmei took another white porcelain basin. The basin was filled with washed rice. When her son's brother-in-law came, he would definitely bring white rice as a treat.

Hu Sanmei added water to the basin. When adding water, she kept inserting her right index finger into the water to judge how much water to add.

She didn't put the white porcelain basin on the small ladder in the pot until she thought she had added enough water, so that the vegetables were stewed under the pot and the rice was steamed on the top.

Finally, just cover the pot and add firewood to the stove.

As the fire became more and more vigorous, the aroma of the food continued to spread into the back room.

When Zhao Jun smelled the aroma of the rice, he knew that the meal was about to start. He said to Zhao Chun, "I'm going to help the aunt put the table", and then walked to the outhouse.

Looking at Zhao Jun's back, Zhao Chun felt more and more gratified. His younger brother has really grown up, and the old Zhao family will have a pillar in the future.

When Zhao Jun and Hu Sanmei put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, Zhao Jun's little nephew was already asleep again.

The time the child sleeps is the opportunity for adults to eat.

Hu Sanmei greeted Zhao Jun to go up to the kang for dinner, Zhao Jun didn't pretend, he got on the kang cross-legged, and put the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle beside his leg.

At this time, Hu Sanmei came in with a bottle of wine and a wine glass, and said with a smile, "I'll take a sip at noon, boy."

"Mom, he doesn't know how to drink." Before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhao Chun spoke first.

Hu Sanmei smiled slightly, Zhao Chun could say that, but she couldn't withdraw the wine directly.Although Zhao Jun is a junior in front of her, he is also an adult young man. According to the rules here, when you come to eat, you must put wine, and you must drink it or not.

So, Hu Sanmei put the wine bottle and glass in front of Zhao Jun and said, "I'm not an outsider, I just pour it myself."

"Okay, Auntie." Zhao Jun responded and took the job that Zhao Chun handed him.Before that, Zhao Chun had already served Hu Sanmei a meal.

Hu Sanmei sat down, straightened her job, glanced at the gun that Zhao Jun put next to her lap, and said with a smile, "What, do you like guns, eldest son?"

"Well." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Auntie, can you lend me this gun for two days?"

(End of this chapter)