Chapter 169 Territory Crisis
Gao Mingcheng also took two bowls of bear meat and walked towards the old village.
He went to his grandmother's house first, gave the small portion to her and her family, and then went to his parents' house, because he couldn't let his parents see him giving the food to his grandmother, otherwise they would gossip, which he found annoying.
After entering the yard, Gao Mingcheng smelled the aroma of wine. It turned out that his father was steaming wine.
In the corner of the yard, there was an earthen stove. His father usually used this stove to steam wine. Millet was needed to steam wine, but the millet produced by their own family was not enough, so Gao Yuanjian often bought millet from people in the village.
But if someone asks him to make wine, he will not be responsible for the grain, but only for the wine-making technology and labor.
As the son of Gao Yuanjian, Gao Mingcheng did not learn how to distill wine systematically, but he actually knew a little bit. He just didn't master the skill of mixing the yeast. If he mixed too much or too little, the wine would not be successful.
Gao Yuanjian was experienced and had almost no waste. He started to make wine in the 1960s, but there was too little grain at that time, both in the city and in the countryside. Therefore, the brigade did not allow wine to be made and confiscated all of Gao Yuanjian's tools.
It was not until the 1970s that food became less scarce and Gao Yuanjian started to make wine again. After the land was distributed to each household, Gao Yuanjian began to make wine in large quantities. It was at this time that the family had more money from making wine and had the money to buy the old house where Gao Mingpeng lives now.
"dad."
Gao Mingcheng called out, and Gao Yuanjian responded. He just glanced at him casually, then turned his attention back to steaming the wine. The wine had already started to come out, but the heat needed to be controlled well, and cold water needed to be added to the topmost concave area in time, so that the wine could be produced.
Gao Mingcheng remembers that his mother loved steaming wine in winter. Whenever she was steaming wine, his mother would wash clothes next to her, using the hot water scooped out from the steaming wine to wash her hands so that her hands would not be too cold.
It takes a lot of effort to prepare bear meat, so when Gao Mingcheng arrived, his parents had already eaten.
But when he came over with a big bowl full of meat, he still got everyone's expectant looks.
Luo Xiaohua took the bowl full of meat with a smile and asked, "What kind of meat is this? Did you hunt in the mountains again?"
"Well, eat it while it's hot!" Gao Mingcheng responded vaguely without saying what kind of meat it was.
So everyone came to share the meat. Before dividing the meat, Luo Xiaohua left a few pieces for Gao Yuanjian and shared the rest with everyone.
Because the bear meat was not processed well enough, it was a bit fishy and greasy, but Luo Xiaohua and others did not mind the greasiness, because they had been lacking oil in their stomachs all year round and loved to eat greasy food the most.
Grandma Gao ate two small pieces of the most tender meat and then stopped eating. She was the oldest and had the highest seniority, but she would not use her seniority to monopolize more resources. Instead, she was reluctant to eat and would give the food to the younger generations in the family.
In the words of later generations, Grandma Gao was a person of dedicated personality.
This kind of personality actually seems to be quite common in this era. The same is true for my grandmother and almost all the elders in other families. Only a few are particularly selfish and domineering. They rely on their seniority to seize more resources in the family and also make trouble for their children and grandchildren.
Uh, especially tormenting my daughter-in-law!
While eating meat, Gao Mingpeng suddenly said something that Gao Mingcheng was particularly concerned about. He said, "When I was working at a construction site in town, I heard someone say that there are black bears in our county! Dad, did we have black bears here before?"
Gao Yuanjian sat in front of the stove, eating meat while watching the progress of the steaming wine. He said casually: "There were still some in the 1950s, but then in the 1970s, there were almost no more. At that time, many people took guns into the mountains to hunt black bears, and they killed all the black bears!"
"Anyway, I haven't heard of any black bears in our area in the past ten years."
Gao Mingpeng spat out the bone in his mouth and continued, "I see. I heard that some people want to go into the mountains to hunt black bears again! It is said that someone killed a black bear in the mountains and sent it to the county. Now those people also want to go into the mountains to hunt black bears."
Gao Mingcheng, who was standing aside, interrupted and said, "Who wanted to go into the mountain? Did they carry guns? Which mountain did they go into?"
Gao Mingpeng thought that Gao Mingcheng also wanted to go into the mountains to hunt bears, so he quickly said, "Second brother, it's good enough that you can get a few wild boars in the mountains. But don't even think about going into the mountains to hunt bears. I heard that black bears are very strong and can eat people!"
Gao Mingcheng looked at the meat in Gao Mingpeng's bowl and was silent for a while in suspicion.
Fortunately, Gao Mingpeng continued, "I also heard it from others. I don't know who is going into the mountains to hunt bears or which mountain they are going to."
Knowing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Gao Mingcheng simply stopped asking.
But he felt a little melancholy in his heart. He had just caught the black bear yesterday morning and sent it to the county in the evening, but someone heard the news and took action the next day!
Thinking about what Gao Guobing had said, Gao Mingcheng understood a little bit. The news that there were bears in the mountains might have been spread by those units that were given bear meat. Maybe the people who went into the mountains to hunt bears were also related to them.
That is why Gao Guobing said that no matter where those people went to hunt bears, they could not go into the mountains of Gaojia Village to hunt bears.
Gao Guobing was born in Gaojia Village and tacitly accepted that Gaojia Village was his territory. It was fine if people from his own village could catch a black bear, but he could not allow people from other places to go into the mountains to catch a bear.
This is actually similar to a sense of territory.
Gao Mingcheng agreed with this very much. He also regarded the several mountains near Gaojia Village as his hunting grounds and would not allow others to invade his territory!
In this case, he needs to be more diligent in patrolling the mountains during this period of time.
Once a outsider is discovered, he must be driven away.
Gao Mingcheng left without saying a few words, but he did not go home. Instead, he ran quickly on the country road.
Although it was already dark, he still decided to go to the blacksmith's house.
As it was dark, it was difficult to ride a bicycle, and he could run even faster than a bicycle, so he did not go back to ride his bicycle. He just ran all the way to the blacksmith's house.
This blacksmith lives in seclusion. Because the sound of iron forging is noisy, a blacksmith shop cannot be opened in the center of a densely populated village.
Next to the simple iron smelting furnace, three small houses were built, where the blacksmith's family of four lived.
"Old Li, I'm here to fight with you with swords!" The iron smelting furnace was pitch black, but there was candlelight coming from the room next door.
Gao Mingcheng didn't go in, but stood outside and greeted loudly.
His javelin and those knives were made by the blacksmith Lao Li, and his iron forging skills were quite good.
"Are you Gao Mingcheng? What kind of knife do you want? A kitchen knife or the small pointed knife like last time?" Lao Li was a sturdy man in his forties. He was shirtless, with thin bulges of muscle on his chest and arms.
"Make twenty small sharp knives! The handles don't need to be too finely made, as long as the blade is sharp enough." Gao Mingcheng said.
He plans to practice Xiao Li's Flying Dagger!
Old Li forged the flying knives, and he practiced the unique skills of Little Li's Flying Knife, defending his territory to the death!
(End of this chapter)
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