The next village that Zhang Hongcheng's team was going to was in the mountains further away.
It is a village called Hongxing Village, which is almost entirely inhabited by the Oroqen people.
Captain Caojiayingzi once said that although people there rarely go out, they envy the other side for being called Red Star Village.
Decades ago, Oroqen hunters from several villages followed Kang L to fight the Japanese invaders. Their tribesmen also led the way and provided food for Kang L, so they are now highly valued by their superiors.
"All the young men in their village are members of the militia. Wow, I'm so envious."
The first half of the road to Hongxing Village can be reached by horse-drawn sleigh, but the second half of the mountain road requires walking.
The way up the mountain is not easy to walk, especially the heavy snow covering the mountain forest is tiring to the eyes, and there is no trace of human beings on the snow.
The seven people carried their own rations and luggage, walking with one foot low and one foot high and resting for a while.
Zhang Hongcheng and his group of educated youth were not afraid of getting lost because there was a signpost left by the Oroqen people on a big tree nearby - a five-pointed star carved out of wood, and the direction painted red was the direction to go.
There is a signpost every one or two hundred meters.
So even though the mountains and forests were covered in white and there was no road, they did not deviate from their direction.
After finally following the signs out of the woods, a lonely log cabin appeared in front of us.
This is where they will stay tonight.
The hunting hut of the Oroqen hunters.
"I heard from the people in Caojiayingzi that the Oroqen hunter huts are mostly small tents and earthen nests. This hut is actually an observation post on the mountain," Sun Zhiqiang panted heavily, his eyes fixed on Li Taoran, while showing off the information he had learned from the villagers. "It took a lot of effort to build it back then. Later, it became a relay point for people leaving Hongxing Village."
This is a Su-style wooden structure made entirely of large logs.
Although it is called a small house, it is not small at all.
Zhang Hongcheng pushed open the door and looked around. It was at least forty square meters.
There was a fire pit in the middle, and an area in the corner covered with dry straw, which was the bed.
There was a small water tank in the hunter's hut, an iron rack next to the kang, and a pot for boiling water.
“There’s actually salt here!”
Feng Xuexiu looked curiously at the two small jars hanging on the wall.
"What's this other one for? It's dark."
Chu Miaohong smelled it and her eyes lit up.
"This is snake medicine! It should be used in the summer. It tastes a bit stale."
Behind the wooden gate are two large, somewhat abrupt snow piles.
After clearing the snow from the snow pile, a thick layer of leaves and straw was revealed, and beneath the leaves and straw were large quantities of firewood.
This is the heating material specially prepared by Hongxing Village for hunters and passers-by.
There were flints and steel next to the fire pit, but unfortunately no one knew how to use them; they only knew how to use matches.
Seven or eight large pieces of firewood were lit, and the temperature in the room gradually became warmer.
Zhang Hongcheng sat not far from the fire pit, cleaning his gun.
He borrowed a rifle from the militia of Caojiayingzi. It was not a 565mm, but an old Mosin-Nagant.
This is for the team's self-defense. I heard there are a lot of wild animals in this area.
"Flying Dragon!"
Jin Haiyan, who was collecting snow to boil water, rushed in, pointing outside and shouting excitedly.
"There's a flying dragon outside!!!"
Feng Xuexiu and Li Taoran cried out and hugged each other, trembling.
"Comrade Jin Haiyan, please stop scaring me! We're not superstitious. Where did the flying dragon come from?"
But Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong's eyes lit up.
In his previous life, Zhang Hongcheng went to the Ice and Snow Festival with Fatty and worked as mashed potatoes. He had eaten meat known as flying dragons, but that was all from farms.
I heard from Northeast Silver that wild ones are more delicious, but they are a national second-level protected waste.
Chu Miaohong had eaten it once in her previous life. It was caught by a male educated youth from the educated youth point in the mountains. Although she only got a little soup, the taste made her remember it for a long time.
As the saying goes, "dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground." In the Northeast, dragon meat refers to the hazel grouse, which is known as the flying dragon.
The flying dragons of today are not the waste of protection in later generations, so what are you waiting for?
Zhang Hongcheng immediately rushed out.
Since he came to this era, he has never eaten fresh chicken...
Sun Zhiqiang, who was lighting the fire, smiled and said to Li Taoran, "It's not the legendary stuff. It's a kind of pheasant from Northeast China. It tastes really first-class!"
It’s a chicken?!
Su Beijing immediately rushed out as well.
Perhaps because it knew that the snow was shallower near Mukeleng, Feilong ran here to dig snow to find food.
Not long after Zhang Hongcheng came out, he saw a sneaky figure looking for food in Balaxuemozi.
No, stop drooling first.
He glanced at Xiao Su who was tiptoeing up to him and silently made a tactical gesture to him.
Xiao Su reacted quickly. When he saw Zhang Hongcheng play "Scissors", he immediately played "Rock".
I'll give you a hammer, who wants to play rock-paper-scissors with you?
"You do it secretly and surround him from behind," Zhang Hongcheng put his arm around his neck and whispered, "Don't use guns, sneak into the village. You understand?"
Su Beijing swallowed and nodded desperately.
Oh, chicken!!!
He just crawled in the snow and tried to crawl over, but Zhang Hongcheng had no choice but to pick him up.
If he keeps climbing like this, he will be the one to get into trouble halfway.
Chu Miaohong, Li Taoran and Feng Xuexiu also followed out quietly, and they were all swallowing their saliva as they looked at the small flying dragon.
It was really not easy for the educated youth to eat chicken these days!
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