It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 76

Sun Jianping quickly pulled off the 38 cover on his back, took out a bullet and pressed it in. With a click, the bullet was loaded and aimed at the source of the sound!

The rustling snow fell from the treetops, alarming the squirrels who were looking for food. Three dog-skin hats were found deep in the woods. Zhang Ziyi took a closer look, exhaled, patted Sun Jianping's hand, and asked him to put the gun on safety. close.

"Oh my god, why aren't you dead yet?"

Zhang Ziyi was not annoyed when the visitor made rude remarks. He took a step forward, patted the visitor on the shoulder, and laughed, "You old bastard is still hanging on, why should I die!"

"Fuck, your mouth is so naughty!"

Zhang Ziyi pulled off his dog-skin hat and pointed it out to Sun Jianping, "Jianping, be careful. This is the famous 'Davari' in our Taipingshan Commune, Yang Xuewensky!"

Sun Jianping took a closer look and was amazed!

This uncle's hair is actually golden!

It was messily wrapped around my head, like a ball of golden threads, shining brightly in the afternoon sun.

Looking at the face, it is also a standard Caucasian face!
High nose bridge, deep eye sockets, red beard!
Yang Xuewen's face turned red with embarrassment, he pulled his hat and put it on his head, "No, you're the only one who's going to make trouble with me, hello! You look like an old bird that has become a spirit!"

"Fuck, you old fool, if you force me to kick you again, I'll kick you over to Heilongjiang!"

Zhang Ziyi deliberately teased him, and Yang Xuewen curled his lips, "This must be Sun Jianping. I saw you last time when I was selling grain."

"Hello there!"

Sun Jianping stepped forward and shook hands with him. Yang Xuewen gave him a thumbs up, "I have to thank you! If you hadn't saved the son of the grain depot director, those bastards might have tricked us old farmers!"

"It's no use nagging. When you kill a roe deer later, you can give one to Jianping as a thank you gift!" Zhang Ziyi deliberately added insult to injury.

"That's necessary. It has helped us so much. A roe deer is nothing!"

Yang Xuewen led his two deputies and horses to the flat land in the mountains. At this time, Zhang Fucai had already lit a fire and was flipping a piece of corn bread back and forth.

"You just arrived too?"

"Isn't that right? Now there are rumors that there will be a show on the 23rd of the year. I'm thinking of hunting down two roe deer and selling them to give the team some pocket money." Yang Xuewen sat on the sledge, took off his boots, and the white clothes were flowing. The air escaped from the boots, carrying a sour smell.

Hey!
It smells like this!
Sun Jianping dodged aside.

"I wonder if this episode can be put together!"

"This roe deer will have to be beaten even if it doesn't heal up. With the little rations our team has been given, we will have to stop eating until next spring." Zhang Ziyi looked at his eldest son squatting by the fire pit and eating corn pancakes with a sad look on his face.

As the saying goes, a child born under the age of 15 is a poor man. Children who are fifteen or sixteen years old are growing up. They do less work than adults, but eat more than adults!
The key is that for such a good eating young man, he has three!

"Your team is okay. Lao Cao is fastidious in his work and doesn't have any bad intentions. The bastard captain of our team is not a bastard. He deducted ten kilograms of rations from each person. He said it was requested by the former captain. I Damn it, Lao Huang has been dead for eight hundred years..."

When Yang Xuewen mentioned the village cadres, he cursed loudly!

"You're a piece of shit, fuck him!" Zhang Ziyi glared, and Yang Xuewen snorted and shut up.

There was a moment of dead silence next to the fire. Everyone stared blankly at the jumping flames, pondering their own thoughts.

A breeze blew over the fire, and the flames roared out in long lengths, blowing the charcoal red.

"Let's get something to eat!"

Yang Xuewen stood up, picked up the homemade spray gun, made two gestures, took out a shotgun and stuffed it into it.

"Hey, it's a good thing, let me try it!"

Zhang Ziyi dreams of having a spray gun. Although the Sanba Gai can hit far and accurately, it is a military rifle after all, and its lethality is too high. With one shot, all skins will be blind, and it cannot be sold to the supply and marketing cooperative. Up the price.

Without waiting for Yang Xuewen to respond, Zhang Ziyi grabbed the sprayer, pointed it at the squeaking squirrel in the tree, and pulled the trigger with a bang!
Wow!
Snowflakes were flying, branches and twigs fell down, and the little squirrel jumped to another tree and hissed at Zhang Ziyi angrily! "Your shooting skills..." Yang Xuewen laughed loudly, "You should learn it from your wife!"

"Oh my god, I don't believe I can't hit this little kid!" Zhang Ziyi reached out and grabbed a handful of shotguns from his pocket, stuffed it into the barrel of the gun, pointed it at the little squirrel and was about to pull the trigger, when the little squirrel shook its big tail. Two small claws grasped the thin branches, and jumped to another tree like a swing, shaking down a loose snow mist, and disappeared after three times.

"Don't fucking mess with my bullets!" Yang Xuewen grabbed the spray gun, opened it, poured out the shell, and stuffed another one in. "I'll go over there and shoot a rabbit or something. Come in." He even ate corn pancakes during a trip to the mountains, which would make people laugh!"

Zhang Ziyi stared at his son who was eating corn pancakes, then raised his hand and gave him a big slap.

Disgrace you!

"Uncle Zhang, let's go to the forest and have a look!" Seeing the three of them driving their horses and sledges to the depths of the old forest, Sun Jianping was also eager to give it a try.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Ziyi squatted down and tightened his leggings to prevent the snow from getting in.

Tian Guangming, Zhang Fucai and four other people stood by the fire, taking care of the guys they brought and waiting for them to come back.

The two of them walked down the slope and entered the old forest below. The forest here was not as straight as the red pine forest, but was covered with all kinds of lumps, poplar, old elm and wicker mountain. The branches of Jingzi are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, like a maze. If you are not careful, you will lose your way.

"Follow closely!"

Zhang Ziyi took out a piece of white chalk from his pocket. He took it from the meeting room of the brigade headquarters. He took a few steps and drew a line on the tree next to him, so as not to get lost later and not be able to find it again.

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping followed him step by step, curiously looking at the chaotic virgin forest.

"Shh..."

After walking less than a mile, Zhang Ziyi stopped, squatted on the ground, and waved to Sun Jianping. Sun Jianping understood and hurriedly squatted down, holding the 38 cap in his hand tightly with both hands, and narrowed his eyes, excited and curious. Look ahead.

An old elm tree lies in front of it. The wood has long since rotted away and is covered with a thick layer of snow. On the snow, there are two rows of footprints that look like bamboo branches!

"Did you see Jianping?" Zhang Ziyi pointed to the fallen old elm tree in front and asked in a low voice.

Sun Jianping rubbed his eyes, looked carefully again, and shook his head.

"This kid looks like a blind pestle..." Lao Zhang glared and pointed at a gray lump under the old elm tree, "Did you see it?"

Only then did Sun Jianping discover that a gray grouse with gray and black spots on its feathers was hiding under the tree trunk.

The protective color of this thing...

Too strong!

If it hadn't moved just now, Sun Jianping wouldn't have been able to detect it even with two more eyes!

"Uncle, how do you fix it?"

Sun Jianping held the 38 big cover tightly with both hands and lay on the ground. He really wanted to try his current shooting skills.

"Shh..."

Zhang Ziyi held down the barrel of his gun and shook his head. You can't control this chicken. Let your uncle do it!

Sun Jianping had no choice but to move his finger away from the trigger and turn off the safety. Zhang Ziyi narrowed his eyes, put the grouse in the front sight, pressed his finger on the trigger, and held his breath...

boom!
There was a sudden gunshot in the distance. The grouse was frightened, spread its wings suddenly, and flew into the air with a flutter!

Drawing up grandma’s dick!

(End of this chapter)