The incident of Jiang Dachuan made the villagers of Qingshan Village depressed. They all warned their children to be polite to Jiang Aiguo and his brother and never bully them. This might be the only thing that the simple people of Qingshan Village could think of and do.
It will take at least one or two months for Jiang Dachuan to be able to walk again. During this period, he will not be assigned to a labor reform farm. After all, no farm has the time to take care of a wounded soldier. This will give everyone some time to make the psychological transition.
Life had to go on, and soon, a happy event diluted the depressing atmosphere in the village.
On the third day after the Revolutionary Committee left, the wild boars came down the mountain again. When the villagers went to the fields early the next morning, they found that several acres of sweet potato fields had been turned into a mess by the wild boars. The sweet potatoes buried in the ground were dug out by the wild boars and gnawed into pieces. Mo Dashuan could only ask the villagers to dig out the intact sweet potatoes from the two fields. The other sweet potatoes that had been gnawed by the wild boars were sent to the livestock shed to be used as feed for the team's livestock.
That evening, after the villagers had finished their meal, Mo Dashuan called everyone to gather at the brigade headquarters to discuss going up the mountain to hunt wild boars.
Going into the mountains in winter is actually a very dangerous thing, because in this season, there are many wild animals in the mountains that cannot find food, and the hungry wild animals are very scary. This is also the reason why Mo Dashuan went to the county to apply for hunting rifles. With those three hunting rifles, he can fight wild animals like blind bears.
Everyone in the village knew the dangers, but they were all excited about going up the mountain.
In those days, every household had very few meat coupons, and most of the meat coupons accumulated were used to exchange for fat meat. The fat would be used to make lard, and what would actually be left in the mouth would be a little lard residue, which was not satisfying at all.
So when everyone in the village heard Mo Dashuan saying that they were going up the mountain to hunt wild boars and that they could still keep half of them, they became excited and couldn't wait to go up the mountain and destroy the pig's nest.
"What does wild boar smell like?" A dark, snotty-nosed child asked curiously when he saw the adults looking excited.
"What else can it taste like? Of course it's meat." An older man said with a nostalgic look on his face. He still remembers when he was young, the prey in the mountains was free to hunt. Whoever caught it owned it, and the uneaten ones could be sold for money. Back then, he and the villagers caught a small wild boar, and the meat was so delicious that they couldn't finish it.
It was a pity that it was only that time. It had been a long time since he had tasted meat. The old man licked his lips, looking savoring the taste.
"Wild boar meat has a fishy smell and it stinks when cooked, but if it's cooked well, the taste is first-rate." Looking at her grandchildren with curiosity on their faces, Old Mrs. Miao curled her lips and said with a little reserve.
"That's right, in our village, the wild boar meat made by Sister Miao is the most delicious. The fragrance can waft ten miles away." The aunt sitting next to me said with a smile, "When I kill a wild boar, I will come to your house to learn this skill, so that my husband won't despise me for wasting good things."
Old Mrs. Miao didn't reply, but just looked at her. She seemed to be very pleased with what the man said, and even straightened her back a little.
Dani and the others had never eaten wild boar meat, they could only imagine the taste and drool. Jiang Yilu had eaten it when he was Jiang Laidi in his previous life. Although it was only a small piece, the taste was enough to make people savor it for a lifetime. Whenever he thinks of it, his mouth still waters unconsciously.
Jiang Yilu suddenly became looking forward to this hunt.
Jiang Dahai looked at his son and daughter's sparkling eyes, and suddenly he was full of heroic spirit. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely kill a few more wild boars and you can eat the pork you get."
When they mentioned "eat whatever you want", the children's smiles deepened. Even Jiang Aiguo, who had a stern face these days, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, although it quickly disappeared.
"Yes, grandma will stew a big pot for you, eat as much as you want." Old Mrs. Miao did not ruin the atmosphere. The second child did not know when he would leave, so he had to have a good meal before he left.
"Quiet, quiet." Mo Dashuan stood at the front and waved his hand, and everyone who was still talking fell silent.
"I have discussed with Uncle Tang that tomorrow's weather is suitable for going up the mountain. We will probably be staying in the mountain for a few days to hunt wild boars this time, and we don't know what the situation is like in the mountain. Those who want to go can sign up voluntarily. After the meeting, go to Accountant Cheng to sign up. Those under 18 and over 45 should not join in the fun."
"Dashuan, I'm 46 years old and still have a lot of strength. Can I participate?" A thin man said with a smile. Looking at his physique, he didn't look like he was 46, but more like he was 50.
"Erchun, with your physique, you can't even compare to me. So going up the mountain is just like delivering food to the wild boars!" An old man in his sixties said mercilessly, and the whole audience burst into laughter.
The one called Erchun was not angry even though he was laughed at. He scratched his head and said, "I was just joking to make everyone laugh. Hahaha."
When everyone saw him like this, they laughed even more happily.
"Captain, how are we going to divide the prey we caught this time? Hunting in winter is no joke. There are dangers at any time. Those who are willing to go up the mountain should get more meat."
There were jokes, and of course there were serious questions. When the people who were originally joking heard this question, they immediately pricked up their ears, wanting to hear Mo Dashuan's answer.
Mo Dashuan nodded. He had expected someone to ask this question. "There are many ferocious beasts in the deep mountains. Those who are willing to go up the mountain are taking risks. According to previous practice, half of the animals are handed over to the county, and the remaining half is distributed to the villagers based on the number of people. The other half is divided equally among the villagers who go up the mountain. This time, the rule will be changed."
"How to change it?" a strong middle-aged man asked impatiently. According to the captain, those who go up the mountain can get more points this time!
"As everyone knows, we only borrowed three guns from the county. These are not enough to hunt wild boars, so I specially asked Uncle Tang to accompany us into the mountains. He is an old hunter and knows the habits of wild animals in the mountains very well. With him, everyone will be safer. So Uncle Tang must share more of the prey we kill."
The Uncle Tang mentioned by Mo Dashuan is Guangpiao's grandfather Jiang Tang, who is also Jiang Cheng's cousin. He is already 63 years old this year. Going up the mountain at such an old age is indeed a big risk. Everyone whispered to each other, and no one had any opinion on what Mo Dashuan said.
Jiang Yiliu looked towards his great grandfather, a thin and sturdy old man sitting in the crowd, smoking a pipe but not lighting it. Guangpiao was sitting next to his grandfather, and when he saw Jiang Yiliu looking at him, he grinned and waved at him, looking so proud as if it was him, not his grandfather, who was going up the mountain.
Jiang Yilu's eyelids twitched, and he remembered the idea that kid had come up with a few days ago. He thought that he must keep a close eye on him tomorrow and must not let him sneak up the mountain.
"For the remaining wild boar meat, four portions will be reserved for the villagers who went up the mountain, and two portions will be reserved for the villagers who made the greatest contribution. Whoever kills more wild boars will naturally get more wild boars."
"A head can only be divided into four parts, so how big a piece of meat would be allocated to each head?"
There are brave ones, but there are also timid ones who are afraid to let their men take the risk of going up the mountain in the middle of winter. For these people, the meat distributed per head is naturally their only gain. If they lose one share all of a sudden, it would be a considerable loss.
"Mother Dazhu, they risked their lives to go hunting in the mountains. We don't do anything, so it's good enough to get a share. You're still being picky. If you think it's too little, ask your Dazhu to go."
I don't know who started the commotion in the crowd, causing the old lady who started the conversation to blush with shame. Others who were thinking the same thing as her didn't dare to speak any more. Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. They had obtained the wild boar meat for free, so it was not too little to be divided into four equal portions.
"Okay, we have no objection, but how should these three hunting rifles be divided?" A villager raised his hand and asked.
This is also the issue that the villagers are most concerned about. With hunting rifles in hand, they are not afraid of a few wild boars.
"Why, here's the shotgun for you. Do you know how to use it?"
Mo Dashuan spat at the man who spoke, and the man laughed and didn't say anything in response.
The hunting rifle that Mo Dashuan applied for was an old-fashioned, lever-type hunting rifle. It was relatively simple to operate, but the bullets were limited. The higher-ups only approved thirty bullets. On average, there were only ten bullets in each gun, and each one had to be used sparingly, as they could not be wasted by villagers who didn't know anything about guns.
"I have discussed with the village cadres. Of these three guns, one will be given to Uncle Tang, one will be taken by me, and the last one will be given to Huo Wu. He used to be a special forces soldier in the army and is very experienced in using guns. If he can teach us how to use this gun, the safety of the villagers going up the mountain will be better guaranteed, and we can kill more wild boars. In this way, the villagers will get more prey."
"What do you think?" Mo Dashuan asked everyone.
The villagers had no objection to Jiang Tang and Mo Dashuan holding guns, but what about Huo Wu?
Everyone turned to look at Ruan Yuanjiang and the others sitting in the corner, their eyes stopped at the tall and strong Huo Wu, and they nodded. This hunting rifle would indeed be more useful in his hands. The real thing was to be able to kill wild boars, who cared about Huo Wu's identity.
"Okay, that's it. If you want to go, go and register with Accountant Cheng. Remember, people under 18 and over 45 shouldn't join in." Mo Dashuan was worried and reiterated a few more times.
Everyone responded with a smile, and each family gathered together to have a heated discussion.
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