The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 282 Where's My Son?

When the second and third shots were fired, although Zhao Jun couldn't see anything, he could hear the roaring and howling of wild boars.

But as the gunfire continued, the boar stopped making any noise.

After Zhao Jun unbolted the gun and reloaded the bullet, he turned off the safety, then slowly got up from the ground, put the gun on his shoulder, and groped back.

It's impossible to retreat, the leftover bald pancakes are still in the pocket.And when he was putting his bag away, he saw a weathered pine tree lying on the ground not far away, he could cut some bright seeds to light the fire.

As for the pig god, he should be dead.But if he really didn't die and ran away, he wouldn't be able to fight tonight.

Zhao Jun groped slowly along the way he came from, and took out a matchbox several times on the way, struck a match, and shone on the nearby tree.

How much light source can a match have?
Especially in this dark mountain, but Zhao Jun really has no choice.When it came, everything was prepared except for one thing, which was not bringing an electric baton from home.

Zhao Jun searched for a long time, finally found his own bag, took it off the branch and carried it, and then continued to look for the pine tree Akiko.

Until he cut a section of Mingzi and lit it with a match, the oily wood was burning with flames, emitting black smoke, but Zhao Jun could see his surroundings clearly.

He chopped off another section of Mingzi, held a torch in one hand, and walked towards the place where the gun was shot. With the light of the fire, he saw a big guy lying in front of him not far away.

Zhao Jun approached, put one of the two torches in front of the pig god's belly, then went around, and put the other on the back of the pig god.

Then, it was disembowelled.

It is too difficult to turn a huge wild boar weighing more than a thousand catties on its back with the strength of one person.

But no matter how difficult it was, the chamber had to be opened, otherwise the whole pig would stink after the chamber became stinky.

This wild boar is going to be given to his father, Zhou Chunming, to hand in the specimen task. If the pig stinks, how can it be put in the museum?
Zhao Jun worked for a long time, tired and sweaty, before he turned the big wild boar upside down.

Standing where he was, panting for a while with his hips on his hips, Zhao Jun pulled out the invasion knife from his back waist.

This is about to be disemboweled.

This pig god is so big, there are probably a lot of intestines in his stomach, so he must be careful when opening his stomach, or if he accidentally cuts his intestines, he might be full of something.

So, Zhao Jun carefully cut the wild boar's belly, held the knife in his right hand, made a "yeah" sign with his left hand, and then put his index finger and middle finger into the newly cut knife edge.

Push the two fingers to the sides to prop up the wild boar flesh with the blade pointing upwards, then stretch the tip of the blade in and stroke it upwards.

As the knife moved, the two fingers also moved up, always maintaining the support of the wild boar's flesh, so that the knife would not scratch the wild boar's internal organs.

The blade kept going upwards, and the blood flowed out along with the wild boar's intestines and stomach first. Zhao Jun took out the internal organs and lantern hanging, and threw them aside casually.

Then Zhao Jun picked up a torch, went to the side and chopped a few wooden sticks, and when he came back, he used the wooden sticks to prop up the wild boar's belly, and then took out the bald pancakes from his pocket, and hung them on a branch beside him.

After that, Zhao Jun picked up a lot of snow in the wild boar's bore.

He did all this to keep the boar from smelling bad.

This wild boar is too big, and big pigs are more likely to smell bad than small pigs. If it is not handled properly, it will be smelly in the shredded pork, which can't be washed away.

After finishing these, Zhao Jun gathered some scattered dry branches and withered branches around, and lit a fire.

This day, from the morning to the present, Zhao Jun was really tired. He sat against a tree, eating bald pancakes while roasting by the fire.

He also looked at the pig god lying on the ground from time to time, thinking to himself: "Let my dad know, he... must be in what mood."

What a filial son, he still misses his father at this moment.

And his father is also thinking about his son at this time.

In the vast night, a Jiefang car was slowly driving into Yong'an Village.Lin Xiangshun was driving the car, and Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong were crowded in the co-pilot's seat.

Li Dayong has been transferred to the dispatching team since he went to work after the year, and he has been busy since he joined the job until today.

Seeing that the production of the Winter Games was about to come to an end, and the scheduling team was idle recently, Li Dayong gave Zhao Youcai the pocket money he had saved in the past two months, and asked him to help prepare a table of food and drink in the cafeteria. He wanted to entertain Wu Feng and the scheduling team. Several deputy leaders of the group.

Because of Li Baoyu's work problem, Li Dayong also invited Lin Xiangshun here by the way.

Drinking from get off work until nearly seven o'clock, the commuter car was long gone, so Lin Xiang drove them home by the way.

When approaching the village, Li Dayong muttered: "I don't know if these two boys came back from beating Xiongba today."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Zhao Youcai was silent, Li Dayong lightly touched Zhao Youcai with his elbow, and asked, "Brother, your son is going to kill Xiong Ba, don't you care about him?"

Just such a son, how could he not miss it?
But Zhao Youcai, who was sitting by the car door, turned his head out of the car window, and said: "It's been a whizzing day, this mountain can't hold him."

Hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Li Dayong and Lin Xiangshun looked at each other and smiled, and they agreed not to continue talking.

But at this moment, all three of them heard the sound of the tractor, and Zhao Youcai, who was looking out through the car window, paused and sat up instantly.

"Dayong!" Zhao Youcai pointed out, although he didn't turn his head, he asked Li Dayong, "What do you see on that cart?"

Li Dayong leaned on Zhao Youcai, stretched his neck and looked out the window, only to see a Dongfanghong tractor coming from the west.

Seven or eight meters away from the car Zhao Youcai was sitting in, the tractor turned a corner.

At this turn, both Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong's eyes widened instantly.

In the next second, Zhao Youcai raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and Li Dayong also blinked vigorously.

I saw that in the tractor's compartment, there were wild boar carcasses pulled one by one, with ropes tied to them.

In this carriage, there must be twenty or thirty of them.

Zhao Youcai muttered to himself dumbfounded, "Who did this?"

"This……"

Just when Li Dayong was about to answer the call, the sound of a tractor came to his ears again, accompanied by a voice called "Brother Shunzi".

As soon as Li Dayong looked up, he saw another tractor coming slowly from the west village road.

At this time, Li Dayong rubbed his eyes again, because he saw clearly that the one driving this tractor was his eldest son Li Baoyu.

"Brother, is that my son?" Li Dayong said to Zhao Youcai.

What he said was not to show off his son, but he couldn't believe it, especially after drinking a lot of wine, Li Dayong only thought that he was dreaming or something.

"It's your son, that's right." Zhao Youcai turned to look at Li Dayong and asked, "What about my son?"

(End of this chapter)