Wang Xintian stood next to Zhang Wenyong, leaning against a tree trunk. He kicked Zhang Wenyong who was squatting on the ground and said, "What's wrong, Yongzi? Why are you taking your sister into the mountains to hunt? Is Chunxiu going to feed the beasts? We are going to the old ridge of Lianyunling, not the Daqing Mountain. How can we do this? This is not a joke, just a casual stroll."
Zhang Wenyong raised his head and took a look. Before he could say anything, Hu Zi, who was squatting five meters away from him, waved his hand and said, "Brother Xintian, you don't understand. It's not Chunxiu who is going!"
"Not Chunxiu? Isn't Chunxiu the only daughter in his family? Who else could it be?" Wang Xintian was confused. "It was decided in a hurry yesterday, and I didn't ask in detail. Didn't Doubao tell me that Sanyong had decided on five people to go hunting and leave tomorrow? I asked who else he had found besides the three of us, and Doubao said he would bring his sister."
Wang Xintian pointed at Doubao who was squatting next to Huzi and eating with big mouthfuls. Doubao's full name was He Duobao. He was half a year younger than Zhang Wenyong. He was 1.7 meters tall, with a round face and a fair complexion.
He grinned, still chewing his food, and said slowly: "It's my fault that I didn't learn to speak well. What Brother Sanyong said was, take a girl with great skills. That guy, just like what is said in the opera, women are as good as men. Hua...what's that Hua?" Doubao scratched his head.
"Mulan! You can't even learn to speak properly." Hu Zi reached out and hit him on the back of the head.
Wang Xintian was amused, and leaned towards Zhang Wenyong and said, "Sanyong, you are taking Hua Mulan to hunt or elope? Don't tease me. What can a little girl do? Going into the mountains?"
Zhang Wenyong stood up, leaned against Wang Xintian's shoulder, raised his mouth and said, "Brother Tian'er, remember what you said. When Xiaomin is knocked down by you, don't cry to me. It's embarrassing." Then he turned around and said to Doubao, "What are you eating? Give me a bite too."
Doubao came over and took out a cooked potato from his pocket and handed it to him. Zhang Wenyong took the still hot potato and ate it in a few bites. It was very delicious.
"Your mother got up early and boiled it for you, right?"
"Yeah." Doubao nodded.
Hu Zi also stood up straight. He was not small in stature, only a finger shorter than Zhang Wenyong. He said, "Brother Xintian, my brother Sanyong said that Xiaomin is really good, so she must be quite capable. I didn't expect that we have four brothers and now we can recruit more members. We are the Five Tigers in Tokyo!"
Hu Zi is dark and thin, but also very strong. He is only one month younger than Zhang Wenyong, but he thinks highly of his brother San Yong. Even if they are one month apart, they are still brothers! He always listens to what Zhang Wenyong says.
He is not like Doubao, who has his mother taking good care of this old lump.
Hu Zi's father died of illness when he was young, and his mother remarried. He only has an older sister who is six years older than him. She lived with him, but she got married and moved to another village two years ago because she was too old.
Hu Zi is the only one at home.
In recent years, as long as it was not the busy farming season, Brother Sanyong would always go to his house, teach him martial arts, and bring him food.
Over the past year, I have occasionally earned some money with them, so the family has never run out of food, and I am able to send some food to my eldest sister regularly.
A few people were chatting and laughing. At five o'clock, they saw a man coming up the mountain path. He was short, carrying a bamboo basket on his back. He was covered in black, and his small face was the only white spot on his face.
It's hard to recognize it at night except for its little face, as if it's about to go out at night.
The person stopped walking and stared at them with his bright almond-shaped eyes. Zhang Wenyong quickly stood up and went to greet her: "Xiaomin is here, come and meet her. These are my four brothers who went together..."
He introduced them one by one, and then told his brothers that Lian Xiaomin was his cousin's niece, who had just settled in Sandaogou.
Lian Xiaomin greeted several people one by one. Under the moonlight, she looked carefully. The four people in front of her were all wearing leather jackets, leather cotton pants, and leggings. They looked very neat. They had two hunting rifles. What a great guy. Not bad.
Brother Xintian is the oldest and the most powerful, but he speaks in a very funny way. Brother Huzi and Brother Doubaoer, one has dark skin and a long face, and the other has white skin and a round face.
To be honest, in her opinion, people of this generation mature earlier and look quite stable. In modern times, a seventeen-year-old is still a young kid in the first year of high school, but in this era, people start doing farm work and taking on responsibilities early, so seventeen-year-olds appear much more mature and look older.
Looking at the ground in front of the old temple, I saw that each person had a basket on his back with a lid, which should be filled with daily necessities. There were also three crossbows and four axes on the ground.
That’s all, neat and tidy.
After a few brief words, everyone picked up their things and set off along the mountain trail. They continued to chat along the way, as it was a long journey.
Lian Xiaomin also wore leggings, which are a must when going into the mountains to hunt. They are also useful when encountering snakes, insects, rats and ants, as they prevent them from crawling into your trouser legs. Your legs will also feel lighter and you won't feel so tired after walking more.
They lit two flashlights and walked into the mountain path of Daqing Mountain. They walked for three or four hours. When it was already dawn, they turned off the flashlights and went deeper into Lianyunling Mountain.
It's hard to climb mountains. Even though it doesn't look far away, it takes a whole day to get into the ridge.
The five of them lined up in a line, each holding a hatchet, and they kept chopping away thorns, branches and weeds as they went further in.
Wang Xintian was leading the way in front, waving his arms from time to time to cut through the thorns in front of him.
Hu Zi was the rear guard to prevent any wild animals from coming behind. He kept paying close attention to the surrounding situation.
In the middle were Zhang Wenyong, Lian Xiaomin, and Dou Baoer. They also kept cutting away the thorns and branches on both sides while moving forward.
It was obvious that everyone was protecting Lian Xiaomin in the middle, so she didn't have to use much effort to swing the machete and could just follow along freely. So she had more energy to "sightsee" and look around.
The group was moving quite fast. The four young men were at the age when they were full of energy, and they walked very fast.
What they didn't expect was that Lian Xiaomin was exactly the same. Not only did she live with them, but she also felt very relaxed and as light as a swallow.
Sometimes when she saw walnuts, jujubes or other fruits on the big trees, she would run over, climb up the trees to pick some to eat, and then run back quickly after a while, keeping their mouths busy.
Wang Xintian joked, "Xiaomin, do you know Qinggong? If you have any martial arts secrets, teach me. Don't underestimate me because I'm strong and can do anything. I'm just a bunch of bulls, but I'm clumsy at climbing trees. I wonder if it's because I'm too big and inflexible."
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