Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 30 Tracking Hou Dabao

Wu Hao took more than 20 catties of pork belly out of the warehouse and came to a house in the southeast corner. An old man with white beard and hair and wrinkled face was coming out of the yard.

Seeing the person coming with the meat in his hand, he pulled out an ugly smile: "The elder nephew is here."

Wu Hao didn't care about his attitude, and said with a smile, "I'll give you some meat."

Speaking of handing over the meat, Old Feng hurriedly pushed back and said with a straight face: "You child, I have told you so many times, I really don't need it."

Wu Hao looked at the weather-stained old face in front of him and sighed secretly, pointed to the small river not far to the east and said, "If it weren't for you when I was young, I wouldn't be able to come back."

He fell into the river at the age of eight playing, his legs were cramped and the water quality was not good enough to sink to the bottom. Fortunately, the old Feng was fishing and heard the sound to fish him out, otherwise his life would die.

Since then, I will give the old man something every year and festival.

"It's been ten years." Old Feng said with a sullen face, "Enough is enough, there is no need to send any more."

The old man has a stubborn temper, Wu Hao frowned: "You have to let me in when I'm here, right?"

"Hey!" Old Feng sighed and turned around to lead the way.

Wu Hao looked at this small courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar, with fence walls, two adobe houses and two thatched warehouses.

There are two ducks in the yard, a water well and a small cart.

Walking into the house, apart from a long box-shaped waist-high red wardrobe and half a bag of cornmeal, there are no other decent things.

The top of the kang is stacked, and there is a small dining table in the middle, with a plate of pickles and a half of corn bread on it.

An old lady with a wrinkled face was sitting cross-legged with a big cigarette pipe in her mouth.

It's not that old Feng doesn't work, it's because his son is too prodigal, doing nothing and making money.

Wu Hao didn't do anything, money-playing ghosts are more terrifying than alcoholics!
He really can't control it, Feng Fatty has been cut off by him twice for playing money, and he doesn't change it, and then he doesn't care.

He asked the old lady on the kang, "Auntie is in good health?"

"Is it Wu's second son?" The old lady's eyes were getting worse and worse this year, she picked up the cigarette pouch and leaned forward to look carefully, her voice sounded like that child's.

In my 50s, I was about to cry blind.

"It's me." Wu Hao responded, a little annoyed, not because he was called Wu's second child.

The old lady is about ten years older than her own mother, and her appearance is very different, even more incomparable with Zhenghuangqi.

Without Feng Fatty's son, the old lady could live for several more years, and he remembered that the old couple would leave next year.

Feng Fatty and Zhang Lianghou made big money for them to play games. They played a lot in the first month, and they were stunned by the tricks. After losing too much, they had no money to pay.

Hou Dabao didn't get the money and wanted to take his land, the old lady couldn't think about it and hanged herself.

Old Feng is a shameless person, and he has never asked anyone to come to his house to pay for his debts. He died of anger when his son and wife left.

"Good boy!" The old lady took two puffs of cigarettes in silence, not knowing what she was thinking.

Old Feng took four duck eggs from the cabinet and put them in Wu Hao's hands, then sat on the edge of the kang and did not speak.

"Ma'am, I'm leaving first." Wu Hao couldn't bear the atmosphere, put the meat on the pot, and went out to go home.

The old lady in the room didn't make a sound, and Old Feng didn't send his head off, and said for a while, "My child is kind."

"Hey!" The old lady wiped the corners of her eyes, staring blankly at the window paper.

She can't eat delicacies from mountains and seas.

Wu Hao returned home and put the duck eggs on the pot and sat beside the fire.

Gao Lijuan picked up the four duck eggs and said displeasedly: "Old Fengtou doesn't want to owe others at all."

These four duck eggs must have been saved for a long time and must not be willing to eat them.

The whole village knows that the old man has shame, and her family also has shame. Saving people can't be done in vain, and everyone will give back whatever they give.

Not at all.

Wu Hao kept silent. In his previous life, he lived a miserable life, but he couldn't see the suffering of others.

Old Fengtou and the old lady are really tired. Is that called living?At most it is not dead.

A person can form a habit in seven days. How can Feng Fat change it after more than 20 years?

Old Feng's first couple couldn't fix it, he could only help as much as he could, but he couldn't do his best.

Wu Hao played with his sister for a while after eating, and when Gao Lijuan went to feed the chickens, he returned to his room with an extra thumb-thick iron rod in his hand.

Walking to the front of the cabinet and looking at the small yellow old-fashioned lock, he inserted the iron rod into the lock and pressed it up and down hard.

"Crack."

After a slight noise, the lock was unlocked. I opened the cabinet and saw that everything was in there, and then locked it again with a push.

In the past, I didn't dare to take it out except for maintenance of the gun, for fear that my mother would be angry, but this time I have to take the gun up the mountain for everything.

After putting my sister to sleep at night, I covered the lock with a piece of cotton cloth to minimize the noise, pried it open and took out the gun.

He took out another pack of bullets and checked it again, counted out fifty rounds and packed them in a small cloth bag, everything was ready and went to sleep.

He is not the kind of person who can't sleep because of trivial things, and he can wake up early if he wants to.

When I opened my eyes, it was very dark in the room. The fact that Xiaodoubao had not been picked up proved that it was not yet six o'clock, and she was the alarm clock.

It's a pity that there is no watch. It should be almost six o'clock by feeling.

Gently got up, put on clothes and put on leggings, took a few big biscuits prepared yesterday and wrapped them in cloth.

Open the cabinet and take out the back of the gun, put the bullets in the pocket and take the rope and snowshoes.

Gently opened the door, walked slowly with the cat waist, and just opened the door when he came to the main house.

Something under his feet went out first to scare him, and he hurriedly covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.

"Meow."

The room was dark and he couldn't see clearly, he was relieved when he heard the voice, damn cat, ran so early to avoid the unlucky kid.

They are more diligent than the donkeys in the production team.

Even though the room was dark, Wu Hao subconsciously turned his head to look at the kang, feeling a bit guilty.

Slowly closing the door, after a moment of hesitation, he went to the bowl shelf and opened the door, took out four big pancakes and stuffed them into his arms, then opened the outer door and went out with the cat.

He closed the outer door and left the yard lightly, walked northward for more than three miles, entered the woods and found a slope to squat on.

In less than 10 minutes, I saw a figure walking by the light of the snow.

"Ah." Wu Meng walked up to him and let out a breath: "My dad is awake, I told him to go pee."

"You are really useful!" Wu Hao said bitterly, "Won't he find out if you don't go back?"

"What can I do?" Wu Meng said with a straight face, "Am I the one who is afraid of being beaten?"

"Awesome!" Wu Hao gave him a thumbs up, he couldn't do anything with him, and his heart was filled.

"Shall we wait for the big bag?" Wu Meng clasped his arms in front of his chest and stomped his feet.

Today is much colder than later generations, at least ten degrees worse, especially in the morning and evening in the mountains.

"Wait." Wu Hao turned around to find a snow nest, pulled some branches from the snow beside him and put them in, then lay down there.

"I can't light the fire, but I will suffer." Wu Meng squeezed beside him: "Second brother, why don't we go first?"

"Without a dog, who knows what will come out halfway, what if a king of the mountain jumps out." Wu Hao said with a smile: "If you can do it, we two will leave now."

Wu Meng heard Shan Dawang's body tremble, and the urge to urinate hit his lower body, so he got up and went to pee.

"Heh." Wu Hao couldn't help being happy, this kid is not afraid of anything but tigers.

When they were young, they went into the mountains with their grandfather.

When he came to a hillside covered with large bluestones, the dog stopped moving forward, leaned over in a fighting state, and his legs trembled.

The old man raised his gun on the spot and motioned for the two to back away slowly.

At this moment, 60 meters away, the tiger suddenly got up and raised its head and howled. Wu Hao felt a chill rushing straight to the sky when he heard it, as if it had been electrified.

After the tiger got up and roared, he turned and jumped into the rock pile without a trace. The old man fired three shots without hitting anything.

At that time, I was reminded that the dog he raised would feel like an enemy when he smelled the king of the mountain, and ten dogs tried not to provoke him.

Big dogs are not good either. Pure wild tigers are killed in one blow, and they bite first when people hold guns.

At that time, when he was young, Wu Meng peed in his pants when he was scared by the sound of a tiger, but now he urinates when he mentions the tiger.

"It's too late for Hou Dabao to pack up." Wu Meng came back and lay down and complained, the urine was even colder after urinating.

Hou Qing will definitely go today, and Lao Hou's family will be open to seeing Qian.

If it's not too far away you need to get ready and get ready to go yesterday.

　Big guys, the list of book friends is too shabby, I know you have tickets in your pockets, take them out, don’t keep books that will sink to the bottom, please read to the latest chapter, please.

　　
　
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