Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 246 Harvest over 2

Wu Hao put the gun aside, and began to rummage through three canvas bags. There were three bear skins on the bag, and two old ones, which should have been "taken" from the old hunter's woodcut.

A new brown bear skin, check that it has just been beaten for a few days, the fat on it has not been cleaned, and the weather is hot, so it smells.

The three leather sheets were used to sleep on the floor, and they all smelled of sweat, so they were thrown aside and discarded.

First, I took a small bag and opened it, and there were indeed bear bile sandwiched between wooden boards. Bear bile is afraid of being exposed to the sun, no wonder they put the bag in a cool place.

Judging by the size of the leather and bear gall, it should be a brown bear copper gall weighing more than six hundred catties.

This is worth 300 yuan.

Under the bear gall is a layer of leaves. Wu Hao took out the leaves and took out four leathers. After observing, he sighed: "Good craftsmanship! Good marksmanship!"

The two lynx skins have been stretched and smoked, probably during the night's rest, and the skinning method is better than his.

The two male lynx skins both have two bullet holes on the head. This thing is hard to hit, and it is amazing to kill it with one shot.

These two skins were worth at least 4000 yuan for Guan Zilong to take away, and they can be sold for an additional [-] yuan next year.

The remaining two are sable skins that have been processed. The sables are small and their heads have been smashed. The value of the skins is greatly reduced, and the two are only sold for 700 yuan.

Wu Hao put down the leather bag and took out the bottom thing in the bag to complain: "What do I spend on this thing?"

There are small half packs of h rounds, 1, 5, 10, 50, and 100. He remembers that there are no larger denominations at present.

Put the money, leather, and bear bile back in again, and open the second big bag with four ginseng buns on it.

Pick up the biggest one and carefully untie the red string, gently pick up the mallet and look carefully, the appearance is good, the weight is about three or six dollars, and it can sell for more than 4000 yuan.

Some water has been lost, the price may be lower, and it is still stable at [-].

According to Wu Hao's estimate of when the ginseng was unearthed, the three of them should have carried it out when they were about to leave Changbai Mountain, where most of the ginseng in the Northeast comes from.

Rewrap the ginseng and open the other three ginseng buns. It costs about three or two yuan per seedling, which is no worse than the five-grade leaf of the seedling he sells, which is more than 3000 yuan.

A seedling of more than two taels can be sold for nearly two thousand, and a seedling of more than one tael is worth eight or nine hundred.

These add up to 7000 yuan, Wu Hao sneered: "Fuck, the medicine seller, it really is true."

He only made so much hunting in one winter, and the three of them went into the mountains to make money much faster than him, not even half a bag of cash.

It's not over yet, there are some ragged clothes under this bag, he just threw it away, and picked up the last bag to check.

He found two cards of Great Unity and some change. These should be the money of old hunters and veterans, with some blood on them.

Wu Hao took a deep breath, took out three ginseng buns and opened them. One ginseng seedling was a bit shriveled, even if it was dry, it would still weigh two to two.

It's worth more than 1000. This seedling mallet should be saved by an old hunter.

Open another ginseng steamed stuffed bun and weigh the ginseng, which is also worth 4000 yuan.

The last seedling of ginseng is small, weighing only six or seven coins, and may sell for two to three hundred. Wu Hao analyzed the degree of dryness and humidity.

One group was carried in Changbai Mountain, and the other was carried in Xiaoxing'an Mountains. The three of them did not encounter ginseng when they entered Xing'an Mountains.

They were so busy on their way that they didn't pick up ginseng with leaves below the fourth grade, probably because they felt that the price of those ginsengs was so low that it wasn't worth wasting time.

These things are worth [-], which is an underestimation, not counting the gun money.

Wu Hao poured out the bag, which contained wild fruits and vegetables, some bacon, and a small bag for sundries.

He threw away everything he didn't want, put the rest in three bags in the shade, and hung the reindeer meat from the barrel of the tank.

Carrying a sniper rifle and holding an ak47, I went into the mountains to look for the century-old ginseng seedlings. I had just fired a shot, and there were no animals around.

He was still looking for it cautiously. There were not many trees in the mountains to the west, and there were fewer tree hairs. Some soil was suitable for ginseng growth.

When it was hot, he went to take a shower in the water, wandered around until dark and came back to rest. The next day he found night, standing on a bridge-shaped hill leaning against a dead tree.

Looking at the creek two meters away to the south, I complained: "Why not?"

The area of ​​this mountain is not small, but in this season, ginseng bears red hammers, and there are few trees in the mountain, and the vegetation is not high.

The century-old ginseng fruit has fallen to the ground, and its "descendants" are everywhere in the mountains, and there are at least dozens of seedlings on a hill.

He should be able to see one or two seedlings with a telescope when climbing high, but after looking at it for a day and a half, there was not one seedling.

"Those three people should have dug here." Wu Hao was in a bad mood, and when he turned around, he patted the dead tree.

When walking back, I still took a look at the north side of the trunk. There was not even a tree hole. This tree had withered for many years, and the tree to the north was the same.

He could scan this small broken mountain at a glance without a telescope. He really didn't have a mallet, so he went back and put the bag in the tank.

I drove the tank to the southwest to search for the forest, then went half a circle to the north, and came back from the south. The next morning, I comforted myself with a smile: "Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is always time in life, so don't force it!"

He should be satisfied with getting more than 2 yuan once he entered the mountain. He doubted his guess and decided to go back and think again.

No one came nearby, and I still have a chance to look for it in the future, and I will expand the scope next time I come.

The tank went east and south all the way, but Wu Hao didn't find any trace of the Scarface Tiger, and he didn't know where it went.

Back to the northernmost border camp, I asked Lao Maozi to drive a tank to Mukeleng. When I came down to the backyard, I saw the driver sitting on a stone in the shade of a tree chatting with his subordinates.

He handed the bag and the gun to the old man who came by, went into the woods and sat down to wipe the sweat off his face.

The big driver beckoned to his subordinates to bring them over without inspection, then turned around and asked, "Did you find the sables? I can help you get some."

"It's interesting to find it by yourself." Wu Hao said with a smile: "I didn't see the sable, but I met three people, and these things belong to them."

He briefly explained "encounter".

The big driver nodded: "It's normal for a few people to come here. It's not easy to come from such a distance. If you see it, chase it, and forget it if you don't see it."

Then he said with a little dissatisfaction: "Next time you meet someone like this, come back and call someone, don't touch it alone."

"Yes." Wu Hao nodded in agreement.

The big driver stood up and didn't look at what was in the bag. He walked back and said, "Go back to take a shower and eat, and take everything you got."

Wu Hao nodded at the side, knowing that the big driver would say that, he didn't take the bag, and left it on purpose for Lao Maozi to check.

Don't make it difficult for others, the big driver will take it away, even a ginseng beard in the bag.

After a day's stay in Mukeleng, six large trucks came from the north on the second day, the first five were loaded with rut bridges, and the last one was loaded with steel plates.

Wu Hao picked up the carriage and looked at the number of rutted bridges and didn't say much, and he will return them in the future.

The big driver came out of the house and said, "I'll see you off."

He took the lead to come to the river and said: "Building a bridge is not a trivial matter, you go and let people come out from the opposite side."

Wu Hao got on the boat with his pocket and gun on his back and rowed to the opposite bank.

The platoon leader Zhang brought people out, and he has been strolling around for the past few days, just waiting for him, and waved to the other side.

Seeing the big driver nodding, the captain waved to the woods, and a tank pulling the folding bridge came out and started to build the bridge.

Platoon Leader Zhang glanced at the tank on the opposite side before asking, "Why are you ordering so many guns?"

Wu Hao picked up the hanging gun and handed it over, "This one should belong to the old hunter."

After a simple explanation, he pointed to the ground.

Platoon Leader Zhang took the gun and looked it over, somewhat surprised on his face. He mentioned the veteran before, and he wanted this kid to use Lao Maozi to make trouble in the north.

Unexpectedly, he would do it by himself, and gave a thumbs up to praise: "This is a beautiful job, I admire you once, just this time."

Wu Hao opened the bag and let him see the money inside and said, "People can't come back, but these things can better determine the identities of the three of them."

Platoon Leader Zhang picked up three pieces of "Unity" and counted the change. The veteran's family said that there was a mark on the money. After confirming it, they saw the blood on it and their faces turned cold.

Checked a few more guns and circles before heading into the camp.

Wu Hao waited for the bridge to be erected, and drove his own car to the opposite side to unload the wine.

The big driver looked at the wine and said: "The rutted bridge is heavy, so don't worry about it, and ask the person on the other side to help drive you home."

Wu Hao nodded: "Take the car back when you get home, don't leave the bridge first."

He can't ask for so many cars from others, and he can't keep any of them. If he wants to in the future, he can exchange them for vegetables.

The big driver was busy, so he went back after a few simple instructions.

Wu Hao helped unload the wine and bid farewell to a group of old men, and drove to the other side, while the other old men got out of the car and walked back.

It took another half an hour for the platoon leader Zhang to come out. He came to him and said, "Keep the gun and money, and take the rest away."

This is considered a reward, Wu Hao took off the bag containing the money and handed it over, "Let your people drive me back."

"No problem." Platoon leader Zhang let the driver get into the car. With the things in his hand, no one dared to say anything about it.

Wu Hao drove to the town to find the second leader, told him the story briefly, and asked about taxes.

He gained a lot this time, those steel materials are valuable here, and the most amazing thing is that he doesn't have to hand over anything to Lao Maozi.

The second leader waved his hand: "The meaning of the side camp is very clear, just go straight."

He was very satisfied in his heart, this kid would come and give the town enough face.

Wu Hao didn't leave but sat on a chair and said, "I want to trouble the town with something. Help me give 3000 yuan to the old hunter's family and [-] yuan to the veteran soldier's family. I'll pay it back after I sell the things."

The second leader was taken aback, smiled again, and reminded: "It is enough to go to the north and take care of the veteran's affairs. The rest is what you deserve. You don't need to take it out, and no one will say anything."

Wu Hao took a deep breath and said, "I'm not a very kind person, and I won't meddle in other people's affairs easily."

"But my grandpa is a veteran. When I meet other veterans, I will respectfully call him grandpa. I, Wu Hao, will support him when he has difficulties."

"Money must be divided, otherwise I will not feel at ease spending it."

The second leader nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Qianzhen will help you."

"Then I'll go home first." Wu Hao stood up and walked out.

The second leader personally sent him to the gate of the small building, and when he came back, he shouted, "Xiao Wang called for a meeting."

Just going to the north to solve the problem is worthy of praise. The nearby leaders must know about giving so much money to the two families.

The reputation of this matter is much stronger than that of the gunner, and it can't be compared to hitting a few pig gods.

　The editor is on holiday on Saturday, and that chapter still needs 27 hours to be reviewed. I finished editing and wrote a thousand words yesterday. I am sorry to send it out to fool you, and I made a leave note.

　　The previous chapter was simplified. For people, some shooting details cannot be written...

　　I admire the author who writes war novels very much!
　　
　
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