Back to 1984: Hunting in the Mountains

Chapter 75 Meeting the Crazy Teacher
It's normal to call a gun an old brother.

For hunters, a gun is a means of preserving their lives. Many hunters spend more time touching their guns than touching their wives in their lives.

He may not know that his wife has a hemorrhoid, but he would feel heartbroken if there was even a small scratch on the gun.

When Yu Qiutang saw Lao Qin holding a gun before, he had an idea. Since the old man didn't use the gun anymore, if he could get it in his own hands, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

With guns and crossbows, he can basically solve most problems.

The advantage of a gun is its great power and lethality, but the noise is very loud, and often after one shot, all the wild animals nearby will run away, making it impossible to get a good harvest.

Although the crossbow is not as lethal as a gun, it makes almost no sound and does not release any special smell.

However, he also knew that Lao Qin would definitely not let go, so he didn't say anything last time. But this time he encountered such a good opportunity, he didn't want to give up just because he had no support to go into the mountains.

Only then did he propose the idea to Lao Qin.

Sure enough, although Lao Qin’s reaction was not as sharp as expected, he still expressed his opposition immediately.

Yu Qiutang smiled and said, "Brother Qin, look, I also want to help you get Coriolus versicolor, but you also know that Coriolus versicolor is not like Artemisia capillaris and Panax notoginseng, which can be seen at the foot of the mountain.

But if I go to the mountains without a weapon, I won't dare to go. I will just be feeding the wild beasts. You won't go into the mountains again, and the gun will be idle. Why don't you give it to me and let it do its job?"

"I advise you to give up as soon as possible. You still want to steal my gun, but you're dreaming. I won't sell it to you. If you really don't dare to go, I will find someone else." Lao Qin scolded with a smile.

"Really?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then..." Yu Qiutang rolled his eyes, "How about you lend it to me once?"

"lend you?"

"Yes, lend it to me. I will go into the mountains to help you collect Coriolus fungi, and you can lend me the gun. This way, you can help your friend fulfill his wish, and I can also make money. We both win, right?

Besides, I'm just using your gun as a precaution, and I don't necessarily need to use it. Maybe I won't encounter anything particularly dangerous when I go up, and I'll return the gun to you intact."

"Well..." Lao Qin seemed a little hesitant.

Yu Qiutang saw it and continued to exaggerate, "Look, if you don't lend it to me, I really can't go up. I'm not exaggerating, if I can't do it, there are not many people in our area who can really go up to the mountain and find Coriolus versicolor.

Since you promised your friend, you still hope to help him fulfill his wish, right? You only need to lend it for a few days, not sell it, so you may not lose anything. "

Lao Qin's eyes moved.

He thought carefully about Yu Qiutang's words and felt that there was some truth in them. He had not fired the gun in his hand for several years. To put it bluntly, the barrel was almost rusted.

As he gets older, the possibility of him going into the mountains again is decreasing. Or to put it more cruelly, even if he can go back into the mountains and get something, it will be difficult for him to bring it down the mountain by himself.

He is indeed old.

I can only do some business selling wild animals, and in a few years when I am older, I will give up everything and live in retirement.

No one else in the family had the courage to go into the mountains, so the gun lost its owner. In his hands, it was like a bird in a cage, dying in loneliness.

"Brother Qin, look, if you are willing, I promise to find a way to get Coriolus versicolor. If you are not willing, then just pretend you never said it and I never mentioned it. We will still be like before, I sell things and you buy them."

As he spoke, Yu Qiutang dusted off the dust on his body, and prepared to bend down, carry the basket and leave. He still had a lot of things to do.

Old Qin had a very stalemate expression. Seeing that Yu Qiutang was about to leave, he gritted his teeth and said in a louder voice, "Okay, I'll lend it to you. I'll lend it to you once."

"That's a good feeling."

Yu Qiutang quickly turned around and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to brag. I will definitely help you with what I promised you. Where's the gun?"

"I didn't bring it today, and it's lost at my hometown. I'll bring it to you in the next episode." Old Qin saw Yu Qiutang's smug look on his face, and suddenly felt scared in his heart, as if he was being tricked by this kid.

"Then remember this for next time."

"remember."

Yu Qiutang then left with satisfaction. Now that he had successfully borrowed the gun and made the crossbow, he would have enough ability to go into the mountains.

Oh no.

Strictly speaking, we are still short of two or three dogs.

Gun dogs and invading knives are common requirements for hunters. If you want to continue to improve the standards, you need to get a crossbow and then train an eagle.

This is what is meant by holding the blue in the left and the yellow in the right.

But now he didn't have the energy to study the dog and the eagle, so he could only focus on the most basic equipment for the time being.

After walking a long way, he turned around and saw Lao Qin looking at him, so he made an aiming gesture to Lao Qin.

Lao Qin waved his hands unhappily, signaling him to get out.

I always feel like I have dug a hole and buried myself in it. This is Lao Qin's most real feeling at this moment.

Yu Qiutang left the wild market and went around to the north of the town to buy a school bag for each of the two children, some notebooks, and stationery such as pencils, erasers, and pencil sharpeners. He also bought a water bottle for each of them to carry water to drink.

The kettles at that time were all yellow kettles, which were very sturdy. If used normally, they would probably last a lifetime. If you encountered a bad guy at a critical moment, you could even swing it and hit him.

Many people of the older generation left nothing behind when they left, just a kettle.

After putting all these things into the basket, he added some seasonings for making the magical tofu sauce and some kitchen utensils and tools that he had not prepared enough before. Gradually, the basket began to become heavy.

There are quite a lot of things scattered here and there.

At noon, he felt a little hungry and thought it was almost time. Suddenly he remembered that the children had to go to school and he couldn't do without a watch.

Nowadays, everything is done by trial and error. It doesn't matter if you get up a little earlier or a little later, but children have to pay attention to the school schedule when studying. If they are late, they will be slapped on the hand, made to stand in the corner, or even asked to come back and call their parents.

After thinking it over, he followed his memory and came to a small shopping mall to the west.

This place is now just like a courtyard house, with shops in the north, south, east and west. There are a wide variety of things in it, mainly various trendy commercial products introduced from the south.

This includes electronic watches that can tell time.

If rich people or respectable people working in the city want to wear watches at this time, they usually wear mechanical watches, mainly from "Seagull" in Shanghai, and "Citizen" from the ordinary days, etc.

Ordinary people can't afford such expensive watches.

However, as people's pace of life quickened, the unit of measurement of time gradually changed from days to hours and minutes. The standard of judging time based on the sun and shadows was no longer suitable, so the electronic watches introduced from the south filled the gap in telling time.

Electronic watches were also a rarity at that time.

They were all brought from the south to the northwest. In the past few years, commercial transactions here were not completely liberalized, and it was impossible to purchase goods directly, which was prone to accidents.

The goods that can come here are all "transferred" here by backpackers with great difficulty.

A watch that originally cost two or three yuan in Jiangsu, Zhejiang or Guangdong would increase its price several times after it went around in a small city like Rongcheng.

Yu Qiutang looked around and found a watch with a blue dial and a white strap. It had a woodpecker pattern on it, which looked pretty good.

When I asked the price, they asked for 25 yuan.

He continued to use his eloquence to bargain down the price from 25 to 21 yuan, but he couldn't bargain any further and had to accept it with a painful heart.

Life is like this. When calculating expenses, we always think that as long as we have food, clothing and shelter, it will be enough. But when it comes to spending money, money is required everywhere, a dollar here and fifty cents there, and soon there is little money left.

He put the watch on his wrist and prepared to go out and walk around the streets to see if there were any business opportunities, and then stop by to see his wife.

I don’t know what will happen with the scarf he gave her last time. He has to keep a close eye on it. There is no way he can let his wife be taken away by someone else. Otherwise, he would be in tears.

Everything else is fine after rebirth, except that his wife must be Miali. They have a deep relationship and he can't let go of anyone else.

But just as he reached the door, he saw two people coming towards him. As soon as they met, he subconsciously dodged to the side.

But then I thought, why should I hide? I'm already old and have lived two lifetimes. Why should I be afraid of a teacher like him?

That's right.

The two people who just turned in from the front, the man is his elementary school math teacher and principal, and the woman is the principal's wife and also his Chinese teacher.

The only difference is that the principal is a regular teacher, while the female teacher is a hired teacher.

In recent years, because there are not many educated people, it is difficult to find enough teachers for mountain village primary schools like Wangzhuang Primary School, so this kind of social recruitment of teachers has emerged.

As the name suggests, they are teachers hired from the society.

The level of these teachers is of course very average, many of them have only graduated from junior high school, and can barely recognize a few words and do some calculations.

But it is enough for primary school.

Think about it, these teachers have a hard time too. They earn less than 20 yuan a month, work hard to teach students, and endure all kinds of troubles every day. Their income is totally disproportionate to their efforts.

It was not until many years later that social situation teachers were gradually converted to full-time teachers. Yu Qiutang remembered that this teacher, Li Chun'e, was almost 50 years old when she was converted to a full-time teacher, and she retired almost immediately.

He thought about the teacher who taught him when he was a child, and he probably didn't recognize him, so he was about to pass by. But then he thought, wasn't he going to talk to the children about school registration? If he happened to meet the principal, he might as well ask about it.

So he didn't dodge, but went straight up to them and called out, "Teacher Zhang, Teacher Li."

Both teachers are now close to 40 years old. Perhaps because they spend too much energy educating young kids, Teacher Li's black hair is dotted with white hair. She was looking at the store next to her. When she heard someone calling her, she turned around and smiled, squinting her eyes and saying, "It's Yu Qiutang. Are you shopping too?"

"Teacher, can you still recognize me?" Yu Qiutang asked without thinking.

"How can I not recognize you? You haven't changed at all. Your head is still this flat, and your eyes are still this big and blurry. I have taught you for three years, how can I not recognize you? What do you think, Teacher Zhang?"

"Haha, who can escape the sharp eyes of your teacher Li?"

Teacher Zhang's name is Zhang Jiashen. In fact, he is not as gentle as he seems. In the school, he is a big devil, a smiling tiger. Almost no one is not afraid of him, as long as they are students he has taught.

When he was teaching mathematics, he would place several blackboard sticks on the podium every time he handed out papers. If a student did not get 5 points, he would be punished with a blackboard stick for every points they were short. Often, if a group did not pass, the blackboard sticks would be broken into pieces.

Back then, this bastard even tore a student's ear.

He always called students to the podium with a smile, and when the students walked to him, he slapped them down from the podium.

Just like a psychopath.

Yu Qiutang was an average student in the beginning, and being beaten was a common occurrence for him. His face would be beaten until it became red and swollen every now and then.

Sometimes my hands are so swollen that I can't even hold a bowl.

But he didn't dare tell his father. If he told his father, he would immediately move on to the second half.

So, after so many years of graduation, or even after living a lifetime, when he sees Zhang Jiashen, he still subconsciously wants to hide, which shows how serious the psychological trauma this guy has brought to him.

But this panic only lasted for a moment.

Soon he calmed down.

They have all died once, so why are they still afraid of this guy? No matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than the King of Hell?

Besides, I am not his student now, so who is afraid of whom?

"Two teachers, are you shopping?"

"Well, come and take a look around. How about you, are you here alone?" Teacher Li has a good temper. She is short and plump, and her eyes narrow into a line when she smiles.

But she also physically punishes students, but not as perverted as her man.

In this era, there is no teacher who does not corporally punish students, it's just a matter of severity. If a teacher really does not beat students at this time, he or she will be bullied by the students and it will be impossible for him or her to teach well.

Yu Qiutang smiled and said, "Well, I'll come and take a look too." He decided to speak directly without any hesitation, so he said to Zhang Jiashen, "Principal Zhang, should we register for the new semester?"

"Yeah, it's only a few days away, next Friday. What's the matter? You still care about this, but someone in your family has to go to school?"

"As expected of a teacher, you guessed it right," Yu Qiutang quickly complimented him and said, "I have a niece and a nephew who I want to send to school."

"That's fine, then let's sign up."

"But there is a problem, they are a little old." Yu Qiutang seemed a little embarrassed.

"How old are you?" Zhang Jiashen immediately became serious when talking about his work. Just now, his waist was hunched because he was too tall, in order to adapt to his wife's height, but now it was straight again.

"One is nine and the other is thirteen."

"That won't work when you're this old!"

When Zhang Jiashen heard the age, he didn't even think about it and just shook his head to reject it.

"Although we don't have a set age for first graders, putting a teenager like you with seven or eight year olds might cause unnecessary trouble. The nine year old can barely be accepted, but the thirteen year old can be left alone."

"headmaster……"

"Yu Qiutang, you know my style. If I can do it, then I can do it. If I can't do it, then I can't do it. I won't bother you any more. Bring the younger one to register in a few days. The big school really can't accept him. You should find another way."

(End of this chapter)