Chapter 64: It’s still fun to be a shrew
The next day, one more person came to catch crayfish and take them home to eat, and Feng Feng also brought back a bucket.
"Second Brother Feng, is your family so poor that you can only eat this?"
"What? This is delicious."
"Ah? Delicious? Is this thing really edible?"
"Of course it's edible, it's delicious." Just thinking about the taste makes me happy.
You have to know that they couldn't eat meat at first, and they rarely had fish. They had to eat vegetable porridge every day, and their mouths were so dry that they could taste bird food.
The taste of this stewed lobster is so delicious that Feng Fengguang starts drooling just thinking about it.
These people also found it strange, and driven by curiosity, two young men ran to Feng Feng's house at noon to eat a few crayfish. Now no one laughed at them for being so poor that they had to eat crayfish.
The word about the delicious spicy crayfish has spread. In this age of food and drink shortage, it is a great thing to have discovered something that is cheap and delicious.
Are crayfish destroying farmland and causing disaster?
Does not exist.
I believe that it won’t be long before foodies will be able to solve this problem perfectly.
It takes some time for the rice seeds to sprout and be ready for transplanting after they are sown in the plowed paddy fields.
Taking advantage of this time, the village militia camp recruitment and training activities began.
Gu Yuelin had signed up for the exam with his fourth grandfather a long time ago. His fourth grandfather said there would be tests, one on physical strength and the other on accuracy in shooting the target.
Gu Yuelin successfully entered the camp with the highest score among the young people in the village, and everyone was convinced.
After the assessment was completed and the personnel for the militia battalion were determined, he received a gun that day.
But they have no bullets, and they will only be given bullets when the mission is stated.
Feng Mian was puzzled, "Why do you want to fire guns if you don't fire bullets? Does it look good?"
Gu Yuelin said: "We are relatively well off here. In some remote villages, guns are rampant. What will happen if we don't control the bullets?"
"Huh? Why are guns so prevalent in remote areas? Where do they come from?"
"Eighty percent of them are homemade. In the years after liberation, many people who knew how to make these things returned to their hometowns, and it's not difficult to make them."
He took the weapon in his hand, aimed it at the air and tried to hit it, and was quite satisfied.
"I have to go to training tomorrow. According to Fourth Grandpa, I may have a mission to hunt wild boars after a few days of training."
"Hunting wild boars?"
"Well, in Shui County, the mountains there are high and the water is long, the population is sparse, and wild boars are rampant. If we don't go and hunt them before the spring plowing, the food supply of the local villagers will be in jeopardy."
"Shui County."
She remembered that place. The surrounding counties were sparsely populated and mostly surrounded by mountains and deep water.
There is very little land suitable for growing crops, but every family can get a large piece of forest.
It is so hard to grow a little bit of crops, but they are destroyed by wild boars.
In order to deal with the rampant wild boar problem, a militia group is organized every year to resolve the issue.
What Feng Mian knew was that despite the current rampant wild boars, the local villagers were suffering.
By the 1990s, humans and weapons will become rampant, and wild boars will gradually become protected animals.
"I heard there are a lot of bandits over there, so you better be careful."
That place was the border between two provinces and was quite chaotic. It would take another ten years or so to completely resolve the bandit problem.
"No one. The bandits are not stupid. They won't rob us if they want to. We are here to help them hunt wild boars."
"All right."
In the next few days, Gu Yuelin was busy with the training in the militia camp. A few days later, he was allocated five bullets, and it was time to hunt wild boars.
Feng Mian was very envious. It must be very exciting to hunt wild boars. It would be even more exciting if they could roast the wild boars after the hunt.
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