"I didn't expect that this circle would be so fragile. These animals were fine inside, but suddenly they rotted. Oh my god, I'm so angry. They really had no defense at all!"
This was a serious negligence. The death of these sheep would result in a deduction of work points, which made Old Zhou regret it to death.
If he had known the risk was so great, he would never have taken the job.
"Don't worry, save the sheep first."
Although the mountain is very high, what if these animals are lucky enough not to fall to death?
Just as Zhao Wei was about to take action to check, Huang Mao suddenly grabbed him and said, "Master, the soil on the cliff is loose. You stay here to direct. I'll go down!"
Without waiting for an answer, Huangmao had already tied the hemp rope tightly and slid down the steep slope like a nimble mountain cat.
The rubble on the cliff kept rolling down. Zhao Wei led a few villagers, and the veins on his hands bulged as he gripped the hemp ropes.
After about half an incense stick of time, Huangmao climbed up with difficulty. His trouser legs were scratched by thorns and blood was oozing from his shoulder.
This trip was not smooth, mainly because I was not proficient in climbing techniques and was unfamiliar with this extreme sport.
"Good guy, thank you for your hard work. How are you?" Zhao Wei patted him on the back and secretly gave him a thumbs up for his courage.
Huang Mao said pessimistically: "Master, this rope is not enough. We can't get down to the bottom of the cliff."
"I looked up in midair and saw two white things hanging on a big tree. They looked a bit like sheep in shape and size, but I'm not sure."
His eyesight was pretty good, but he was too far away, beyond the range of human ability.
After hearing this, Zhao Wei felt more confident about rescuing the lamb.
"The rope issue is easy. I'll have someone take care of it now."
At this time, it is quite easy to find vines in the mountains behind the mountain.
Zhao Wei's idea was to tie the rope to the vine, and then have everyone pull the vine, and he could use the rope to tie up the sheep.
This job is too dangerous and requires detailed preparation.
Moreover, there is no guarantee that a sheep hung on a tree will remain hanging there forever.
But that was collective property, so it didn't matter if he couldn't see it. As for this kind of livestock, Zhao Wei could just go into the mountains and catch a blue sheep as a substitute.
There were a lot of people coming, so they worked more efficiently.
Soon, the things Zhao Wei needed were brought to him by everyone.
The new vines that grow this spring are useless; they are too tender and break easily if pulled.
Only old vines that are more than a few years old can withstand hanging heavy objects.
To be on the safe side, he checked each of the vines one by one, mainly to test their toughness.
After trying them all, I looked at the length again and found it was good enough.
This time, Zhao Wei and Huangmao went down together.
After all, one person's power is limited. Having someone to help can save a lot of trouble.
Fortunately, neither of them is fat.
Since human lives were at stake, the villagers, though thin and strong, managed to hold on to the vines tightly.
Zhao Wei wrapped the hemp rope around his waist around the tree trunk three times. When his fingertips rubbed the rough bark, he suddenly remembered the time in his previous life when he followed his grandfather to the mountains to collect herbs.
At that time, he always liked to swing on the old vine, and his grandfather would tap his pipe and laugh: "Old vines are beaten by frost, and old people are not arrogant."
The wild grape vine in my hand at this moment, which is as thick as a bowl and has cracked skin like the back of an old man's hand, really proves this saying.
"Master, please hold on to my shoulders." The yellow-haired man squatted on the edge of the cliff, his back stretched like a bow.
Zhao Wei stepped on his thighs to slide down. The friction between the hemp rope and the vines made a "creaking" sound, which scared away a few crows and sparrows.
In the twilight, the white shadows hanging on the crooked tree finally became clear - they were indeed two lambs, with their front legs stuck between the branches, bleating faintly.
"The right front hoof is bleeding!" The yellow-haired man leaned forward while hanging upside down, and the rope around his waist suddenly tightened.
Zhao Wei tightly grasped the cloth belt he carried with him, and waited for the right moment to throw out the noose, but when he was about to put it around the sheep's neck, the mountain suddenly made a muffled sound.
The rubble was falling on his head, and he instinctively used his body to protect the yellow-haired man. When his back hit the rock wall, his head was also hit and hurt.
"Master! Are you okay?" There was anxiety in the yellow-haired man's voice.
Under Zhao Wei's protection, he was never in any trouble, which made him feel very guilty.
Zhao Wei gritted his teeth and tightened his belt, saying word by word: "Stop talking nonsense, grab the vines and crawl over slowly!"
The two of them took turns pulling the vines towards where the lamb was. As long as they were closer, they would be able to put the rope on it.
It was at this moment that Zhao Wei felt as if a thorn in his back was hanging over him, and the hairs on his body stood up.
This is a physical sensation that occurs after encountering thousands of crises in the past.
He turned his head suddenly, and then looked at each other in surprise at a huge snake that had emerged from the crevice in the mountains.
Zhao Wei's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
The snake's head was as big as a bowl, its triangular eyes glowed coldly, and its needle-sharp fangs were exposed as it moved its tongue - it was actually a rare mountain snake.
It was coiled in a crevice of the rock, its body as thick as an adult man's arm, its scales glowing dark bronze in the twilight, and it had obviously been lurking here for a long time.
If I had reacted a little slower just now, I would have been ambushed by this beast.
"Yellow Hair, don't move." Zhao Wei's voice was as light as a feather, for fear of startling this evil star.
He slowly turned his wrist and wrapped the cloth around his palm, but his eyes were fixed on the movements of the snake head.
The snake seemed to be sizing them up as well. Its tongue suddenly swelled up and its head stood upright, looking extremely aggressive.
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