Chapter 139 Chapter 139 Treasures and Enemy Agents
In fact, Song Ruan was not so alert when he first smelled the gunpowder.
Gun control these days is not very strict, and people's legal awareness is also weak, especially in remote mountainous areas. Although things on the mountain are collective, everyone goes to the mountain as soon as the farm work is finished. Killing a wolf is called eliminating harm, killing a tiger is called Wu Song, and killing a chicken, rabbit, or deer is called eating meat.
It is normal to hear gunshots in the mountains during autumn and winter hunting.
In addition, Jinhua stepped on a trap just now, so Song Ruan naturally thought that this place had become a temporary base for a hunter. The hunter who came back from hunting smelled of gunpowder and blood, which made sense.
She pulled Jinhua away and hid her, mainly because Jinhua was a tiger after all, and at first glance it looked very intimidating with its sharp teeth and fangs. It would be bad if she caught it off guard and scared someone, causing them to panic and fire at it.
The homemade hunting rifles these days are made of gunpowder mixed with steel balls, which can produce a large amount of damage when fired. There is no veterinarian who can perform surgery on the tiger, and she cannot remove the gunpowder with her bare hands.
By that time, Jinhua had dug her to death. After all, she was a tiger who had lived and eaten with her for a long time. Although he was a little thick-skinned, a little shameless, a little like a hunter, a little greedy, lazy and a little gluttonous - she couldn't think about it, or she would feel murderous - but there was still some friendship between them.
Then she heard some murmuring sounds coming from the door. Song Ruan thought it was some dialect at first, but as she listened, her brows furrowed.
That's not right. She has been here for half a year. The dialect of Gada doesn't seem to have this tone. The Northeastern dialect sounds loud and rough, just like the open and bold style here. But this tone sounds... casual and lively.
Song Ruan's eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot on her forehead.
Then I heard a scolding voice coming from far away: "I reminded you that you can't relax even if there is no one around!"
There was a pause for the chirping sound, followed by a series of responses.
“Hei (fourth tone) — yes, sorry, it’s our mistake.”
Although the sound of "hei" was stopped in time, it is just a monosyllabic word after all, and it has appeared widely in various anti-Japanese dramas and even anti-Japanese dramas. How can we describe the familiarity of this word with later generations? Even the deaf have heard of it.
Song Ruan, who was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, changed her eyebrows from a braid into a heart-shaped knot.
Even if we don't look at the representative word "hei" that was blurted out almost on the face, just from the fact that the male voice said "don't relax" and then the entire language system switched to understandable Chinese, we can infer that this group of people is not normal.
Song Ruan was still pondering in his mind when the scolding voice sounded again, this time with some seriousness.
"Zhou Yougen, have you spread the news?"
Song Ruan's ears moved, and his whole body clung to the stone like a big gecko.
Jinhua and the others followed suit and abandoned their original species one after another - it wasn't the first time anyway.
Another low, somewhat flattering voice sounded, as rough as the harsh friction of gravel.
"Yes, it has been spread."
Song Ruan frowned, feeling that the voice was familiar.
She poked her head out from behind the rock and saw a figure with his back to her, nodding and bowing. The figure looked very familiar.
It was not until the man tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his profile, that Song Ruan had an idea. Isn't this Zhou Yougen, the village party secretary of the Zhoujiatun Brigade next door?
It’s the leader who was commanding the pig-stealing war in the opposite village!
But at this moment, his wrinkled face no longer had the simplicity and honesty that belonged to the villagers. Instead, it was filled with flattery and fawning, with squinting eyes, upturned mouth, and a smile on his face. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look like a good guy.
The man he was facing was wearing a black and gray cotton jacket with several patches on it, a thick fur earmuffs on his head, an ordinary face, and a homemade shotgun on his back, looking like an ordinary hunter.
He was as ordinary as an inconspicuous grain of sand, the kind of face that one would see a dozen times in a market without attracting anyone's attention.
The three people following behind him were also very different. If you didn't know, you would think they were born when Nuwa was slacking off. They looked so ordinary and perfunctory, and the facial features looked like they were pasted on with mud. They would disappear from people's memory as soon as they turned their heads.
But at this moment, the passerby who was leading the way showed an extremely excited look on his face, and his expression was a little distorted:
"Great! We have waited so long and finally found the clues to the treasure. We must not let it go!"
Zhou Yougen flattered, "You are so careful that you noticed at a glance that the patterns on the two gold bars are actually the reign titles of ancient times. They may have come from that batch of treasures. Otherwise, we would still be running around like headless flies."
Although the passerby did not give a direct answer, it could be seen from the expression on his face that he was obviously very proud of his own sharpness.
Zhou Yougen said sincerely: "You have worked really hard during this period, but fortunately it will be over soon."
"You Chinese are shallow and don't understand the honor of dedication and respect." The passerby looked at Zhou Yougen with disdain, then raised his chin and said arrogantly as if he was throwing a piece of meat bone to a dog:
"Once we have successfully transferred the treasure we found, I will report your contribution to my superiors - we will not treat you unfairly."
Zhou Yougen was not at all angry at being humiliated in front of others. The smile on his face widened, looking deeper and more genuine. Then he lowered his head to the ground with an expression of sincere acceptance and learning: "I am shallow."
Song Ruan wanted to slap him twice when she saw his humble, fawning and bewitching look.
But she gritted her teeth and held back with her great willpower - mainly because some people hadn't even put down their rifles yet!
Well, this is probably called physical calmness.
The group of people quickly built a fire, and Zhou Yougen and the eunuch were busy running around. They first roasted the wild animals that were used as cover on the fire, and while slowly turning them over, they eagerly took out a bag of white steamed buns and distributed them to the other people.
The passers-by looked disgusted, but they still took the food very skillfully. They heated the steamed buns over the fire, stuffed the barbecued meat into their mouths, mumbling vaguely in their throats while eating with big mouthfuls.
Jinhua beside him popped out his nails and sharpened his claws eagerly - it smells so good, even the tiger wants to eat it!
Song Ruan looked at them, some grabbing steamed buns with their hands and some puffing their mouths. He relaxed his whole body and patted Jinhua on the back.
"Jinhua, go ahead! Catch them, and your future iron rice bowl will be secured!"
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