Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 67 A chance encounter at the foot of the mountain
There were two wild boars, one big and one small, lying on the ground.

It was black, dirty, with tusks, and the whole pig's head was covered with bloody foam.

After falling to the ground, he spurted blood, which stained half of the pig's head.

Wei Pingan looked innocently at the two glaring soldiers.

"It's really not intentional. I was suddenly bumped into by this from behind, and I couldn't..."

The soldier looked disbelieving.

The rolling mill worker in front of him was very cunning.

What did you say that you were going to take a sneak peek, but you met someone who ran out for a walk alone and came back, so he was stopped.

Then he was so scared that he ran around, and then he was chased by three pigs, one of them was killed, and another was killed by sticking a wild boar's tusk into a tree.

As for why he was able to kill two pigs with bare hands...

Wei Pingan's answer is: born with great strength.

As a worker, he does physical work in the workshop every day, and he has worked out.

This is watching the two soldiers in front of them not knowing Wei Pingan's length of service, running the train with their mouths full of words.

According to his logic, those who have worked in the rolling mill workshop for ten or eight years have not wiped out the beasts in the entire mountain area.

All of them are heroes in Jingyanggang who can fight tigers.

Believe it or not, anyway, I'm sophistrying...well, describing the facts like this.

The crux of the problem now is not why the wild boars are chasing Wei Pingan, or why Wei Pingan ran to pick trouble among the wild boars.

Rather, these two dead pigs are all meat.

How to take it away?

How to distribute?

According to the consistent principle of the army, we don't take the people's stitches...

But this is wild boar.

Wild boar isn't a stitch...is it?

The two little soldiers looked at each other and silently swallowed their saliva.

"It's okay to help you carry it down, you don't need to divide the meat."

In the end, the two fighters resisted the temptation.

Wei Pingan took the initiative to carry the big one, and Wei Pingan carried the dead wild boar weighing more than 500 catties on his shoulders.

Still walking as usual.

That's pretty annoying.

See the real trick at the critical moment.

In the future, Wei Ping'an's title of "Juli Wei" in the organization laid the groundwork for this.

The two fighters took turns carrying the 200-jin smaller wild boar.

Also tired enough.

It's almost like taking a short break after walking for a while.

But even so, Wei Pingan's proposal to "rest overnight and go down the mountain tomorrow morning" was rejected.

Stop and go, after four o'clock in the morning, I finally came to the foot of the mountain.

The two little soldiers walked the wild boar to the side of the road. Their dirty upper body, in addition to blood stains and mud, their back and chest were also wet with sweat.

Wei Ping'an was very embarrassed.

If you are alone, you don't need to suffer this crime.

The little pigs seemed to run away, but they were actually taken into the farm by Wei Pingan.

I just pinched and finished loading.

But Wei Pingan didn't bother to check, after all, he was also carrying a wild boar.

More than 500 catties, the real dead weight.

"Okay, let's help you get here, and we have to go back."

"Okay, thank you guys, if it weren't for you, I really don't know how to drag these two pigs back."

"You're welcome, serve the people..."

The little soldier got involved together in the second half, and he also kind of accepted the fact that this person is an ordinary person from the bottom of his heart.

It can be seen that the saying that a friend in adversity is true is true. After all, suffering together can also bring us closer.

Obvious.

Watching the two soldiers quickly run back into the forest.

It was obvious that they were exhausted just now, but now their pace seems to be recovering, and the two of them ran like a class.

Perhaps, this is the reason why we can deter ground forces all over the world and firmly rank first in the world.

When it comes to the recovery of physical strength, in addition to formula, it is endless exercise, breaking through one's own limit time and time again, constantly exhausting, recovering, exhausting, recovering...

It becomes a normal inertia to let the body function loss and automatic replenishment.

Those who do not have great perseverance cannot do anything.

He carried a large wild boar into the village, and when he passed a firewood stack, he took the wild boar into the space.

Turn around and run back to the one who carried the trumpet again.

Wei Ping'an was also afraid that the two little soldiers, seemingly innocent, were actually hiding somewhere to observe secretly.

As careful as a hair, a stable group.

The firewood stack is the kind of platycodon stalks piled up in the ground, and a layer of mud is spread on it. It is very strong, one and a half tall, and hiding behind it can shelter the wind and block the sight.

Wei Ping'an rested for a while, first put the small wild boar into the space, and prepared to go to Zhou Dajun's house, and then took it out for a show at the door of the house.

The matter of hitting a wild boar has to be ostentatious in a small area.

The provincial ones were questioned later, and no one was to prove it.

At this time, the sky was already faintly bright.

At the end of September, the sky is bright and dark.

Wei Pingan walked along the side of the small alley.

There are still pockets of water in some low-lying places in the middle, and the surrounding area is muddy, only the edge is higher, and some low-lying places are also paved with stones and coal ash.

Wei Pingan walked with one foot deep and the other shallow.

He tried his best not to make a sound, so as not to disturb anyone who woke up, he would have to be scolded a few times.

There is no need to find that unpleasant.

Walking to the innermost part of the hutong, the second house in the diagonally opposite hutong is Zhou Dajun's house.

Just as Wei Pingan was about to hold his breath and rush over, the wooden door next to him creaked and opened.

Wei Pingan was a little confused.

Zhou Dajun said before that the man in this family just got sick and passed away last year, and he has no children...

The implication is that there lives a widow.

The lights are dark, the sky is not fully lit, and I ran into myself when I opened the door. If someone saw me, I would think it was an appointment...

It's reasonable and I can't tell.

However, the next moment, Wei Ping'an's waist stiffened.

Because he turned his head, he saw an acquaintance.

Xu Da Mao.

Covering his mouth with one hand, he yawned halfway, and with the other hand he was still in the gesture of pushing the door.

A dazed and slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

"Hey, Ping...Brother Pingan, why are you here?"

The first moment in Xu Damao's mind was: It's over, this brat is following him, if he reports himself, then everything is over.

Messing with men and women in this day and age would kill him.

Then in an instant he was saving himself.

In the past, it was always called by the little brat, Xiao Bizi, and it was just a matter of saving face by calling him a big name.

This time he said "Brother Ping'an".

You see, even the last name is omitted.

It seems a lot closer.

"Oh, it's you, hehe."

Even if Xu Damao didn't understand the Internet memes of "Haha" decades later, there was still a creepy feeling.

"I, I'm here... that... um, what..."

"Understood, don't worry, I'm fine, I won't tell others, let's go first."

Wei Pingan waved his hand, too lazy to talk to him.

"Hey? Hey, see you then, see you..."

Xu Damao was stunned for a while, then suddenly stepped out, looked left and right like a thief, then closed the courtyard door again, patted his chest with lingering fear, and ran away quickly.

As he walked, he was still thinking about what Wei Ping'an meant, and there was something in the words.

It's okay if you don't tell others, how can you be okay?

How can it be considered a problem?
Xu Damao had a headache.

I felt that not only did I spend a few cents, but I was also frightened. I felt that my exposed little tail was being grabbed by an invisible big hand.

There is a sense of rigidity that has lost freedom.

Very uncomfortable.

Wei Pingan sensed the embarrassment of Xu Damao's figure behind him, perhaps he would have walked more calmly if he didn't bump into him.

Arriving at the door of Zhou Dajun, he piled the small wild boars to the side of the door from the space, pulled his clothes, and knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)