Li Yuemin picked up the whip and took a look. It was made entirely of fine iron, the whip was soft, weighed about one pound and two ounces, and was one meter and fourteen long.
There are flashes of cold light in the black light, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it was made by an experienced craftsman.
I couldn't help but praise:
"I have never seen any of my grandfather's skills, but I have learned a lot from you."
Hu Zhuizi was praised, his beard stood up high, and he pointed at a pile of things and said:
"I still need to think about the Zhuge Crossbow you asked for. After all, this is my first time using this thing.
But I shot a hundred arrows as you requested. I saw that there was still some left, which was not enough for anything else. So I just gave them all to you."
"Grandpa Hu really loves me. You have gone through so much trouble to make me happy. I don't know how to thank you.
Since you don’t want more money, I’ll just give you a deer leg, which will be enough to satisfy your craving for a while.”
When Hu Zhuozi heard that there was meat to eat, his old face suddenly smiled like a flower:
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"I have been childless all my life, but now I am old and I have been blessed by your grandfather. I got a grandson for free. This life is worth it, it is worth it!"
"Grandpa Hu, I'm still rushing into the mountains. I'll come back and drink with you."
Li Yuemin tied the thirteen-section whip around his waist, put the things into a canvas bag he had sewn, put it on his back, and strode towards the brigade headquarters.
Zhuzi had arrived before him, carrying a bamboo basket on his back and holding two elm poles in his hands. A sharp knife was tied to the front of the poles.
The Qin knife was originally used to slaughter livestock. It is shaped like a willow leaf, long and sharp, with a blade on one side that is thin and sharp.
Director Zhao had already become impatient and was pacing around the big jeep with his hands folded on his shoulders.
As soon as he saw Li Yuemin and Zhuzi coming, he hurriedly asked them to get in the car.
"Wait, Director Zhao, I need to get something."
Li Yuemin glanced at Director Zhao, turned and walked into the brigade headquarters, and whispered a few words to Zhang Wanshan.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanshan nodded, took off his cotton hat, and then took off the dog-skin vest underneath and stuffed them into his backpack.
He went out to borrow a pair of big hand stirrups from the rickshaw driver and handed them to Li Yuemin.
When Li Yuemin came out, he saw Director Zhao's gloomy face, and he was obviously unhappy.
"Qiangzi, drive and head straight to Shangkangou."
He Qiang received the order and stepped on the accelerator. The four big wheels of the jeep turned rapidly, crushing the snow tracks and driving away.
After less than an hour, there was no way forward.
"Qiangzi, you stay in the car and wait. I estimate that I will be back in three or four hours."
After Director Zhao finished speaking, he opened the car door and got out first. Looking at the forest covered with ice and snow, he was filled with emotion:
"When I was fighting guerrilla warfare, I often went into the forest. When I was hungry, I ate hard cakes. When I was thirsty, I drank snow water.
When we had nothing to eat, we would hunt wild game. We didn’t dare to light a fire at that time, for fear of attracting the Japanese, so we had to eat it raw.
Thinking about it now, it seems like it just happened yesterday!"
After saying that, his big boots stepped on the thick snow, making a squeaking sound.
Li Yuemin followed closely behind, with Zhuzi and Zhao Laohan walking behind.
At the beginning, the snow was not deep, and Director Zhao walked leisurely and with great interest.
The further we went in, the deeper the snow became, gradually reaching above the knees.
It was noon and the sun should have been shining brightly, but it was very cold in the old forest and the temperature was getting lower and lower.
Li Yuemin saw that there were no scattered footprints on the snow, and immediately felt something was wrong, so he asked Zhao Dahan:
"Uncle, are you sure you're not going the wrong way?"
"That black bear warehouse was discovered by my Dahan. I remember taking this road."
Because Zhao Laohan had injuries on his head and face, he was afraid of getting frozen, so he wrapped himself tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed.
"Uncle, although I'm not very familiar with this forest, but judging from the snow marks on the ground, we may have really taken the wrong path."
Zhuzi said firmly.
"No, I remember correctly. Why don't we go a little further, maybe we can get there after turning around this valley."
As an old hunter who has been hunting in the mountains for many years, it stands to reason that Zhao Laohan should not have led people astray.
Firstly, this bear warehouse was discovered by his son, so it is understandable that he is not familiar with it.
Secondly, he had just experienced the pain of losing his son, and his mind might be a little dazed.
Li Yuemin had just been dealing with this old forest for a few days. Although Zhuzi was wandering in the mountains all day, he was not familiar with this forest after all.
Therefore, neither of them had a say and could only listen to Zhao Laohan.
Zhao Laohan's words made Director Zhao, who had been in high spirits before, completely lose his energy.
When he entered the mountains, he was only wearing an ordinary quilted jacket, and only a woolen hat and gloves on his head and hands.
This thing was of no use in keeping warm in the forest where the temperature was over thirty degrees below zero. In addition, he was severely exhausted and soon started to hiss with cold.
Due to his status, he couldn't be too obvious.
Seeing this, Li Yuemin took out a cotton hat, a woolen waistcoat and a pair of gloves from his backpack and handed them over:
"Director Zhao, hurry up and call them!"
Director Zhao had never expected that Li Yuemin had prepared some warm things for him in his backpack. He immediately realized what Li Yuemin had done when he entered the house at the entrance of the brigade office.
Thinking about the sullen face I had at that time, I suddenly felt touched and ashamed:
"My dear boy, I never thought that a master like you could be so considerate. It seems that I made the right choice to ask you for help on this trip!"
Li Yuemin said nothing, just smiled faintly and continued walking forward.
The valley was sheltered from the wind and the snow was becoming looser. By the time we were halfway through our walk, it was gradually getting dark.
After all, Director Zhao is over 50 years old, and he really can't stand it.
He bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and held on with gritted teeth.
Li Yuemin took a look around and said to Zhu:
“Second brother, you can’t go any further.
Why not just build a snow cave and stop to replenish your energy, so that Uncle Zhao can find the direction again."
"Yes, big brother is right. When our strength is exhausted and we encounter a ferocious beast, we will be in trouble."
The two of them asked for the opinions of the Zhao brothers again, and they nodded repeatedly.
Li Yuemin and Zhuzi put down the bags and bamboo baskets on their backs, took out small shovels and started to make snow pits.
"Xuewozi" is a term unique to Northeast China, which refers to a cave dug in a thick snowdrift.
Generally, when hunting or getting lost at night, curling up in a snow nest can help keep warm.
The snow hole was dug quickly, and Li Yuemin broke some branches and lit a bonfire.
He helped Director Zhao and Zhao Laohan sit down by the fire, took out the wolf meat that he had prepared in advance, cut it into thin slices, skewered it with branches and roasted it over the fire.
Zhuzi also took out a miniature iron pot from the bamboo basket, melted some clean snow water and put it on the fire. The eggs brought by Li Yuemin were boiled in the water.
It didn't take long before the wolf meat began to sizzle and ooze oil under the roasting flames.
The originally fishy meat, after being carefully stewed by Li Yuemin, instantly turned into a strange fragrance that permeated the noses of Director Zhao and his brothers.
Li Yuemin took out a white flour bun, broke it in half with a knife, spread it with soybean paste fried in bear oil, wrapped it with a piece of meat, and handed it to the two brothers.
Director Zhao was already starving to death, and at this moment he didn't care about his status as director or not, and he just took a bite.
The steamed buns were cold but the wolf meat was hot, which made him grimacing with heat, but he was reluctant to spit out the barbecue in his mouth.
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