What surprised the old man even more was Mantou’s performance.
This dog is so smart! It seems to fully understand Lu Qingyang's whispered instructions.
With a glance or a slight gesture from Lu Qingyang, Mantou would quietly sneak into the bushes, or suddenly stop, prick up his ears, and look in a certain direction vigilantly.
After walking for about an hour, Mantou suddenly stopped beside a bush on a sunny slope.
It crouched down, making a low "woooo" sound from its throat, with its tail tied straight, staring at a dense thorn bush in front of it.
"What the hell!" Lu Qingyang immediately signaled everyone to stop and hold their breath.
Mr. Fang and Mr. Shen also became nervous and clenched the shotguns in their hands.
Lu Qingyang quietly took off the lasso from his back and slowly and gently pushed aside the branches in front of him.
Old Master Fang squinted his presbyopic eyes and tried hard to see.
I saw two fat gray-brown rabbits leisurely nibbling on grass roots on a relatively open dry grass behind the thorn bush!
They seemed unaware, their long ears twitching occasionally.
Before Mr. Fang noticed, Mantou놌께 Huihui appeared from somewhere and caught the two rabbits.
"These... two dogs are really amazing."
Lu Qingyang said proudly: "Of course, don't you think about who owns this dog?"
The three of them climbed over a steep ridge, and the view in front of them suddenly opened up.
A relatively open valley, surrounded by tall and dense primary secondary forests, the open spaces between the forests are covered with thick moss and dead leaves, with several streams flowing through, the environment is quiet and sparsely populated.
"This is it! It's quiet, there are lots of wild animals!" Lu Qingyang lowered his voice. !
"Mantou, go! Explore!"
It sneaked into the woods ahead as quietly as a steamed bun.
The three of them spread out and advanced slowly in a fan shape, taking very light steps and deliberately slowing down their breathing.
The forest returned to silence, save for the rustling of the treetops and the gurgling of the stream in the distance.
The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the mossy ground.
Sudden!
From the depths of the forest ahead came a few short, suppressed barks from Mantou! The direction was a bush in the left front!
"Stop making any noise!" Lu Qingyang shouted immediately and made a gesture to the old man.
Mr. Fang understood what he meant and immediately raised his gun. He raised the gun slightly, sank his body heavily, and hid behind a thick old tree sideways.
I still have the energy we had to fight the Japanese back then.
Uncle Shen also clenched the stick in his hand and held his breath.
There was silence for a few seconds, as if frozen.
“Crash!”
The bushes shook violently, and a gray-brown shadow shot out like lightning!
Not just one, but two! Much bigger than rabbits, and moving as fast as the wind, they were two fat, adult musk deer! They were obviously disturbed by the steamed buns, and were fleeing towards the open space in panic!
Chance!
Mr. Fang's eyes focused, without the slightest hesitation!
He suddenly dodged half of his body from behind the tree, with his hunting rifle firmly on his shoulder. The gun instantly locked onto the larger male musk deer running behind him.
The action was done in one go, as fast as lightning!
"Bang--!!!"
A deafening gunshot suddenly tore through the silence of the forest!
The huge recoil caused the old man's shoulders to shake slightly, but his lower body was extremely stable and did not move at all!
놙 saw the male musk deer running behind suddenly fall forward, roll on the ground, kick its four legs a few times, and then stop moving.
The female musk deer running in front was so frightened that she disappeared into the depths of the dense forest after a few leaps.
"Good shooting!" Lu Qingyang cheered almost instantly when he saw Uncle Shen! The old man's shooting was steady! Accurate! ruthless! He is indeed an expert!
Mantou rushed over excitedly, circled around the fallen musk deer, and barked to seek credit.
Old Master Fang slowly put down the smoking gun barrel, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face flushed red from the recoil of the gunpowder.
He looked at the fat prey lying on the ground in the distance, feeling the residual warmth of the butt of the rifle in his hand, and a long-lost, hearty sense of accomplishment instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current! It was so satisfying! This was hunting!
Thinking back to the time when I killed the enemy, that feeling finally came back.
"Haha! Old brother! Your sword is still as sharp as ever! That shot was absolutely amazing!" Grandpa Shen laughed and walked forward, patting the old man's shoulder vigorously.
Lu Qingyang also walked over quickly to check the prey and praised: "Grandpa, you have good eyesight! Good marksmanship! This male musk deer weighs at least 70 to 80 kilograms! Good meat!"
Mr. Fang let out a long sigh, looked at the plump musk deer, and said heroically:
"Let's go! Mantou! Find some rabbits and chickens for Grandpa! Let's have a good fight today! We'll have extra food tonight!"
It was as if he treated Mantou as his grandson's son.
Encouraged by this successful start, Mr. Fang's confidence doubled.
In the following time, under the guidance of Mantou 놌께 Huihui, the old man 꺗 found the feeling.
Gunshots rang out sporadically in the valley, and each time there was a harvest:
A fat pheasant that was leisurely strolling in a clearing in the woods was shot down by the old man, and its feathers flew everywhere.
Two gray rabbits that came out to look for food together were frightened and ran away in all directions. The old man was very quick-eyed and shot one of them!
There was even a grouse that was stupidly standing on a high branch and watching, but was shot down by the old man's precise shooting!
When the three men and the dog returned with a full load, the harvest was simply amazing: a musk deer weighing seventy or eighty kilograms, two fat rabbits, three colorful pheasants, and that unfortunate grouse.
In his mouth, Huihui was holding a half-grown hare that he had caught on the road with a lasso.
Lu Qingyang put all the prey on the horse's back.
Old Master Fang felt refreshed all over. He had lived a life of luxury in the capital for too long, and suddenly being able to touch a gun again made him feel like he was back in his youth.
"This hunting feeling is so refreshing."
Lu Qingyang looked at the old man's carefree look, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, the fun is yet to come! I'll make you some game when I get back! The taste of the prey you hunted yourself is definitely different!"
"Yes! Old brother! Let's have a couple of drinks tonight to celebrate your success with your magic gun!" Uncle Shen also made the decision generously.
In the evening, a big stove was set up again in Lu Qingyang's yard, and the fire was blazing.
Lu Qingyang made a clear-boiled musk deer soup.
Select the most tender tenderloin and leg bones of musk deer, put them in a pot with cold water, add ginger slices, scallion knots, and a little cooking wine, bring to a boil over high heat, skim off the foam, add a few slices of wild mushrooms collected from the forest, a few red dates, turn to low heat and simmer.
There are also spicy stir-fried diced hare, pheasant stewed with mushroom vermicelli, and charcoal-grilled grouse.
After a while, the yard was filled with fragrance.
The greedy guys kept swallowing water.
Mr. Fang also calmed down. After all, his grandson's martial arts were first-rate.
At first I was afraid that he would have to work too hard, but no one could make the dish taste that good.
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