Chen Changyuan shivered.
Zhou Dazhu was in a good mood and walked home.
As soon as he entered the yard, he saw his father Zhou Changhe wandering around the house like a headless fly:
"That's strange! Where's my old friend? Where did he go?"
Zhou Dazhu's eyelids twitched and his heart skipped a beat.
The "old buddy" his father was talking about, wasn't it the ancestral hunting rifle?
In order to make it easier to go up the mountain, he secretly took the gun from home and hid it in a haystack, but he lost it right away.
If his father remembered this now, the truth would be revealed.
"Dad, what are you talking about? You look like you've lost your soul."
Zhou Dazhu was very nervous, but he had to pretend to be relaxed and asked.
Zhou Changhe glanced at him:
"My hunting rifle is missing! It's a treasure passed down from my ancestors. It's gone at this critical moment. What should I do?"
When Zhou Dazhu heard this, he hurried over and pressed Zhou Changhe onto the chair, pretending to be filial and saying:
"Dad, don't worry. I'm at home! You're old, why are you still going up the mountain to hunt? What if you fall or get hurt? How am I going to explain to Mom?"
When Zhou Changhe heard this, he felt very happy.
Ever since Zhou Dazhu returned to his ancestral home, although he never said it, he always felt in his heart that his son was not as caring as before.
Now hearing him say this, I suddenly feel that this son is still filial.
"Dazhu, Dad knows you're filial, but hunting yellow sheep is a big event in the village, and Dad wants to contribute his part!"
Zhou Changhe sighed, his tone full of regret.
Zhou Dazhu cursed in his heart: What a useless contribution!
With your old arms and legs, you're not even close to being eaten by wolves if you go up the mountain!
But he didn't dare to say this out loud. He rolled his eyes and quickly changed the subject:
"Dad, do you know? This time, the village chief actually asked me to go hunting with that kid Chen Changyuan!"
"What? In the same group with that ungrateful bastard?"
When Zhou Changhe heard this, his eyes widened and his beard stood up.
"This village chief has become senile! Our family has raised that kid for more than ten years, but he just flew away when his wings grew strong enough. He eats meat every day at home and doesn't even think about showing filial piety to us!"
When Zhou Dazhu heard this, he immediately added fuel to the fire and said:
"That's right! My mother was so good to him back then, like he was her own son! What happened? Now she doesn't even say hello. Does she even respect her elders?"
The father and son argued back and forth, scolding Chen Changyuan harshly.
Zhou Changhe became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He pointed at Zhou Dazhu's nose and said:
"Dazhu, listen carefully. This time when we go up the mountain, we must teach that brat a lesson! Let him know that our Zhou family is not to be bullied!"
Zhou Dazhu nodded immediately:
"Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of him!"
After some persuasion, Zhou Changhe was finally convinced to forget about the hunting rifle.
People on both sides made their own preparations. The next day, just after dawn, Chen Changyuan gathered at the village entrance with a few young men. They were all in high spirits and fully equipped.
Chen Changyuan carried a hunting bow on his back, a sharp hunting knife on his waist, and several bundles of special animal nets in his hands.
Several young men were also carrying tools, including hunting forks, lassoes, and homemade traps. They were obviously a professional hunting team.
On the other hand, Zhou Dazhui not only arrived late, but was also carrying a large rusty machete in his hand. There were several notches on the blade. No one knew where he had dug it out from the ravine.
The lecher following behind him was holding a brand new hunting rifle, which gleamed coldly in the morning light.
The appearance of the hunting rifle immediately caught Zhou Dazhu's attention. His eyes widened like bells and he poked the beggar with his elbow.
"Hey, beggar, where did you get this? It looks pretty new!"
The beggar's eyes flickered, and he stammered:
"Hey, Brother Zhu, this is mine... I sold my mother's dowry to get this! I thought, hunting also requires a handy weapon!"
Zhou Dazhu looked at Laizi suspiciously, muttering to himself:
Laizi's family is penniless, where did his mother get any valuable dowry?
However, he didn't think much about it. After all, having a hunting rifle is better than having nothing.
At this time, the village chief also staggered to the village entrance. When he saw Chen Changyuan and his group, he immediately smiled.
"Good, good! Changyuan, you are well prepared. You are worthy of being the descendants of the old hunter!"
Looking at the machete Zhou Dazhu was carrying, the village chief frowned.
"Dazhu, this... is this the handy weapon you mentioned? Can this thing hit a yellow sheep? I'm afraid it would even make it difficult to chop wood, right?"
Zhou Dazhu smiled awkwardly, "Village Chief, I haven't had time to buy it yet. Once I kill a yellow sheep and sell it for money, I'll go buy a good one right away!"
The village chief sighed, pointed at Chen Changyuan and said:
"Look at how far they've come, and then look at yourself! Learn from them!"
Zhou Dazhu was furious and glared at Chen Changyuan fiercely, muttering:
"What's so great about it? It's just relying on the wealth of my ancestors!"
Chen Changyuan didn't bother to pay attention to Zhou Dazhu's sour words. He just nodded to the village chief, indicating that they could set off.
Yuan Chao, who was standing by, looked at Zhou Dazhu's deflated look and felt secretly amused.
He always felt that Zhou Dazhui and Laizi had no good intentions when they went up the mountain this time.
The group entered the mountain in a mighty procession.
Chen Changyuan is as familiar with this mountain as his own backyard. He knows exactly where the wild animals roam and where the traps and mechanisms are.
He took a few young men with him and followed the tracks of the yellow sheep all the way, and soon found the target.
Zhou Dazhu and Laizi, however, were running around in the mountains like two headless flies.
Laizi took his hunting rifle and shot a few rabbits and pheasants, but there was no sign of the yellow sheep.
"Brother Zhu, this yellow sheep is too hard to find!"
The beggar complained, "We've been walking for a long time and haven't even seen a single strand of wool!"
Zhou Dazhu wiped his sweat and said impatiently:
"You know nothing! Gazelles move in groups. We have to find where they gather!"
After walking for a while, the sun was getting higher. Zhou Dazhu wiped the sweat off his forehead and became more and more anxious.
We have been walking for half a day, and we haven't seen any yellow sheep, let alone any sheep dung.
The beggar sat down on the ground, panting and complaining:
"Brother Zhu, this yellow sheep is even better at hiding my mother's private money. If we keep searching aimlessly like this, when will we ever stop?"
Zhou Dazhu kicked Laizi hard.
"You are just lazy, kid! If I knew where the yellow sheep was, why would I bother talking to you?"
Laizi rubbed his buttocks, his eyes rolled around, and he leaned close to Zhou Dazhu's ear and said in a low voice:
"Brother Zhu, I have an idea..."
"If you have to fart, fart now!"
"Let's follow that kid Chen Changyuan. When he kills the yellow sheep, we'll..."
Laizi wiped his neck and said, "Hey, this yellow sheep will be ours, right?"
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