hunting in 1986

Chapter 1 1 Deer Hunting
1986, midsummer.

Xiaoxing'an Mountains.

When the mountain wind blows, the rustling of red pine trees and fish-scale pine trees, combined with the sound of birdsong and mountain water flow, seems to form a moving tune.

The camera zooms in, and there are three people standing next to a big pine tree in the dense forest.

The man in the middle is Wang Yuan, 20 years old, with a fair face, a tall and straight figure, and his brows and eyes are full of confidence. At this time, his eyes are fixed on the shotgun in the hand of the man on the right.

The middle-aged man on the right is Wang Yuan's third uncle, and the young man on the left is Wang Hu, the third uncle's son.

Wang Hu is 19 years old this year. He has a thick head and a thick body, a broad body and a strong body. At this time, he yelled: "Dad, can you do it? You have been aiming for a long time, but you shoot. If you don't shoot, the deer will be full." .”

In the far valley on the right, a deer with two horns was grazing leisurely, raising his head from time to time to look around.

"piss off!"

The third uncle put down his rifle, took a deep breath, and shot his son Wang Hu a glance:
"You guys are really impatient and frizzy. When will you be able to calm down like brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Brother Yuan is a top student, how can I compare?" Wang Hu laughed.

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't say much when he heard the words. In fact, he was just a high school graduate, and he failed to pass the college entrance examination twice.

But then again, even high school graduates are very powerful figures in the countryside of this era. After all, it is really rare for junior high school students to be admitted to high school.

Some of Wang Yuan's high school classmates didn't compete for employment after graduation, and went to some rural schools to become teachers very easily. I don't know how many people died of envy.

"Father, can we get closer, how could we hit that deer from such a distance?"

"I can't get any closer. This deer is very vigilant. I've seen him twice before. As long as I get close to him, I can run away immediately."

"Is this deer eating our cornfield?"

"It should be him!"

The third uncle stood there tall and straight, holding up the shotgun to aim at the deer in the distance, his eyes were sharp, and his breathing slowed down.

Both Wang Yuan and his cousin Wang Hu stopped speaking, and subconsciously slowed down their breathing, feeling a sense of tension spontaneously.

It has been more than a month since Wang Yuan traveled here, eating stick pancakes every day, his throat hurts, and there is no oil or water in the dishes. Eating every day is simply a kind of torture.

Looking at the strong wild deer in the distance, his eyeballs almost turned green, and he said with anticipation: "Third Uncle must definitely hunt down this deer, wild venison meat is the best, Chiliu~"

Sudden.

Uncle San slowly pulled the trigger.

bang~
A 7.92mm bullet shot out instantly, tearing through the air, and shot at the deer in the distance like a meteor chasing the moon.

The deer could not be insensitive, and immediately ran away when he heard the gunshot, but unfortunately the speed of the bullet was too fast, and a shot directly pierced his abdomen.

"Yo~"

With a whine, the deer fell to the ground and twitched twice before dying.

Wang Yuan, Wang Hu and the third uncle were all very excited, and quickly ran down the hillside. There were overgrown bushes and gravel everywhere, and his cousin Wang Hu almost sprained his ankle.

When they came to the wild deer, the three of them laughed instantly.

"There is meat to eat, we have meat to eat!!"

"The last time I ate meat, it seemed to be a Chinese New Year's dish."

"This deer is really big. It should be a male deer with horns, so it should have a deer whip!?"

"Ok??"

A few days ago, the corn field of my cousin Wang Hu's house was patronized by wild deer, and even eating brought disaster, and the corn field of more than one mu was gone. The third aunt burst into tears on the spot, feeling distressed!
In 1986, when production was contracted to households for a few years, food stamps, cloth tickets, meat tickets and other tickets were still popular. Food was so precious that it was lifeblood!

The third aunt was so angry that she had nowhere to vent her anger. Wang Hu, who was his son, was out of luck. He was punished by the third aunt when he made a small mistake, and the broom bumps on his body were painful.

Wang Hu didn't dare to blame his own mother, so he spread his resentment on the deer and kicked the wild deer hard.

"Third Uncle, what brand is your shotgun? Can I have a look?"

Before Wang Yuan was reborn, he worked in a hunting farm, also called Wang Yuan. He had seen countless guns, and his own marksmanship was also very good, but he had no impression of the gun in the hands of the third uncle.

"Look."

Uncle San handed the shotgun to Wang Yuan and said, "This is Gongzao Type 1.2 rifle, 8 meters long, weighs 5 kilograms, has a capacity of 7.92 rounds, and shoots [-]mm bullets.

In order to get this rifle back then, I really lost my old nose. "

Wang Yuan is a person who likes guns. He feels that with a gun in his hand, his self-confidence will gradually increase, and he will become more confident in his life and work.

But in later generations of China, it is really too difficult to legally own a gun.

Caressing the cold and hard body of the gun, Wang Yuan's eyes showed obsession, and he secretly said in his heart:
"Although there is a lack of food and clothing in this era, there are some things that future generations can't compare to. For example, private individuals can have guns, they can hunt, and there are opportunities everywhere!!"

The forest is deep, insects and birds are singing, and some grass creepers are crawling around on the grass blades, and the scalp of the people watching it is numb.

No longer staying, the third uncle walked beside him with a shotgun, and his cousins ​​Wang Hu and Wang Yuan carried the wild deer to the outside of the mountain.

The three of them were very excited. To be able to hunt a deer in this era of lack of oil and water is really the same as Chinese New Year.

During this period of time, Wang Yuan has completely absorbed the memory of his predecessor. After spending a period of cautious life, he began to think about a serious question - how to make money.

In later generations, white flour steamed buns and rice are very common things, but in this era they are very precious things, and many people can't eat them even if they want to.

As for the meat?
Although the price of pork in this era was about 1 yuan per catty, which seemed very cheap, Wang Yuan found that the price of meat was actually ridiculously expensive.

Urban workers can only earn 2-3 yuan a day.

Rural people rely on planting that kind of shabby land, and I am afraid that they can't earn 1 yuan a day. If you compare it, you will find that the relative price of pork is very, very high.

The three of them walked a further distance, and were about to leave the forest. Suddenly, the third uncle called out to Wang Yuan and Wang Hu: "Don't move!!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Wang Yuan and Wang Hu were startled, they stopped and looked back while carrying the wild deer.

"Look ahead of you!"

"Ok?"

Wang Hu walked in front, and after listening to his father's words, he took a closer look and broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw a very inconspicuous small pit next to the grass in front, with floating soil and a few scattered wheat grains on it. If you look carefully, you can find the iron rings around it.

There is actually an iron trap for catching animals hidden there!
If you step on it with one foot, the skin will be ripped apart, and the bones may be broken if it is severe!
(End of this chapter)