When the three of them arrived at the woods, the sun had already come out and it was a bit stuffy in the woods.
Not long after entering the woods, a pheasant fluttered and flew up in fright, startling Zeng Wangcai.
"Haha, don't be afraid, brother, it's a pheasant." Zeng Bao laughed heartlessly.
Zeng Wangcai didn't feel embarrassed. He liked the ecology of the forest very much. It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he went hunting and shot a gun. He was excited and looking forward to it.
In later generations, there are no such conditions. Hunting and catching birds is okay now, but it will become a punishment in later generations. Hunting is equivalent to bringing wealth to the family now, but it will become a loss of wealth in later generations.
He stole a bird's nest and sold some birds, and ended up being sentenced to ten years in prison.
Before Zeng Wangcai came, I saw news saying that fishing would soon be restricted, and the restrictions would be very strict. I don’t know whether it’s true or not.
This is not to say that Zeng Wangcai thinks protecting the environment is wrong, but he believes that human life is worthless compared to animal life, and that some regulations are seriously lagging behind. For example, sparrows, a bird that is now hated by many farmers, have grown in size and in large flocks in some places.
"Xiao Hu, are there many wild boar hunts in the village?" Zeng Wangcai asked as they walked. He was inquiring about the market situation.
Zeng Hu, with his gun on his back and his eyes fixed on the forest, responded, "A lot. This thing can give birth to one or two babies a year, with four to twelve in a litter. They don't have to worry about food or water, so it's hard not to have a lot. Every year in the village, we can hunt them. If we're lucky, we can hunt more than a dozen. There's a very capable man in Houwa Village who hunted 27 wild boars in one year."
It's ok, more is fine. Others kill more than 20 a year, so it's not too much for me to kill one a month, right?
One pig a month, or twenty pigs a year, is enough for the family to eat, and some can be sold. If there is a chance to expand the hunting activities, it is not a big problem to have a little more.
Zeng Wangcai’s meat problem was solved.
Nowadays, wild boars have a large living space, with forests and wastelands everywhere. They are not picky eaters and are omnivorous species. In addition to root digging, they will eat anything when they are in a hurry.
The three of them went deeper into the woods and continued walking until they came to a puddle of mud. There was shallow water in the mud and many animal footprints on the edge.
"These are the footprints of a wild boar. There are wild boars coming to this place to drink water and rolling around in it. If you keep walking, you might run into one." Zeng Hu said.
They continued to move forward, and this time they didn't go far before they heard pig calls and saw a big wild boar with several small wild boars rooting for food on the ground.
The view was obscured by the low branches in the woods, and it was impossible to see exactly how many there were.
"This is a nest of them. Let's go for the big ones." Zeng Hu said excitedly. "The distance is a bit far. Let's shoot together. Aim for the head. If we hit it accurately, one shot will kill it. If we hit it on the body, it won't kill it. It will either turn around and fight us or run away."
"good!"
When the time came, Zeng Wangcai was a little nervous, not about hunting, but about missing the target.
Half squat down obediently, put the Wu San Shi on your shoulder, squint one eye to aim, keep the three points in a straight line, and slow down your breathing.
When firing, the brothers Zeng Hu and Zeng Bao had a tacit understanding and the two shots went off almost simultaneously. However, Zeng Wangcai was far behind. Not only was he half a beat late, his shoulder was also hit hard by the recoil.
The little wild boars in front scattered, and the big wild boar roared, ran two steps, and looked back.
"Shit, did you hit it? What does this mean?"
Damn, it's a bit like Second Brother looking back and smiling, which makes people creepy.
"Hit it, shoot again, shoot again."
Little Tiger and Little Leopard pulled the bolts of their guns in a hurry, but it was too late. When they were ready, the wild boar ran away. The two men refused to let it go and ran after it.
The two men chased for several minutes and fired several times without any result, when they suddenly heard gunshots from behind.
"It's terrible. My eldest brother is alone back here. If anything happens to him, my father will definitely beat us to death."
The two brothers hurriedly ran back with their guns in hand. When they reached the mud pit, they saw Zeng Wangcai carrying a gun and looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
At the edge of the mud pit, a huge wild boar covered in mud was lying.
"Brother, you killed a wild boar..." Zeng Hu jumped three feet high. The pig was too big, weighing more than 400 kilograms.
The two brothers didn't care about the dirtiness of the mud, they ran over hurriedly, pulled the wild boar out, and saw two bullet holes in the wild boar's head.
"Brother, you have great marksmanship..."
If you shoot at my head and miss the target, you'll end up slitting my neck.
This big black pig was carefully selected by Zeng Wangcai. Its appearance was different from the wild boar he had just seen, but it was not very big, especially after being covered in mud. Most importantly, this pig had very short tusks in its mouth.
So Zeng Wangcai was too lazy to disguise himself, after all, too much is as bad as too little.
This is a wild boar, caught in the mountains. Do you have any evidence that it is a domestic pig?
Anyway, by the time he dies from eating too much, there will be no evidence.
"This pig is so fat..."
"Now we can have a good meal of meat."
"Brother is awesome. How come you are so lucky..."
Zeng Wangcai made an excuse to fool them and helped the two brothers to cut a thick branch. Then they tied the pig's trotters together, put them on the branch and lifted them up to walk out.
He followed Xiaobao's words and attributed his shooting skills to luck. He had fired just now but missed. Now he hit the target, so what could it be but good luck?
It took a long time to get out of the forest. The three people rested for a while and then continued walking. They rested again before entering the village. After all, it was a big pig weighing more than 400 pounds, and the tough branches bent it.
"Xiaohu and Xiaobao, if we just carry it back like this, the villagers won't say anything, right?" Zeng Wangcai asked.
Zeng Hu smoked a cigarette and said carelessly, "What nonsense! Whoever dares to talk nonsense will be beaten to death. If Zeng Lao San dares to fart, I will beat him too. His family also killed wild boars, but they just took them back and ate them themselves."
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