If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 880 Huntress

Ariane didn't look any further, and turned around to close the wooden door with great effort, only then did the roar of the wind and snow subside.He turned his head and saw that the huntress beside the stove was already adding firewood to the blazing flames without his reminding, and the temperature in the room, which had dropped from the moment the door was opened just now, began to gradually warm up.

".Are you from the town?"

The answer that should have been confirmed at the first glance, old Ariane still asked when he approached the huntress by the fire.

It's so authentic, this girl's Russian is even more Muscovite than a Muscovite, which made him doubt his initial guess.

"Ah, yes. My mother is a seamstress in the town, and my father works as a worker in Moscow. Once a year we come back to see my mother and grandma."

"I just said that I don't think you speak like a person from the town." Old Aryan was relieved when he heard the word Moscow, and looked at the young huntress as if he was seeing something new.

Moscow, the capital of the motherland, is called a place of heaven.Even in the town, he didn't see a few outsiders coming in for a year, but he, an old guy living in the suburbs, unexpectedly met one, who was from the capital of the motherland!

The huntress rubbed her hands quickly by the stove, pulled off the neckband that covered half of her face and looked up at old Aryan, "Thank you so much, old man, for opening the door and lending a helping hand, otherwise I would have been buried outside by this snowstorm, When I go back to town, I will definitely bring something to thank you!"

"No matter where, people in the same town should help each other." Old Alian looked at this girl who was about 25 years old and could be his daughter, her eyes were much more kind, she waved her hand, bent down and lifted the teapot in front of the stove , Filled the cup on the table with a cup of hot milk and handed it over.

"But girl, you are really careless. You still dare to go out to hunt when there is such an obvious signal of a blizzard. It's still so far away. It's a long way from the town. You should be able to go back when you come out. It's time."

"I don't have much experience. My hunting hobbies were cultivated in the town when I was a child. When I grew up, I went to Moscow. Few people there hunt like us." The huntress seemed a little embarrassed, but she turned her head Looking at the layout of the wooden house, he saw the bear head hanging on the wall and the fur-wrapped sofa seat, and his eyes immediately lit up, "Old man, are you a professional hunter? The kind that only makes a living by hunting. I thought the town There are not many pure hunters left!"

"It's not much anymore. With the assistance from the motherland, the situation in the town has improved a lot, and there are a lot of new things. But an old guy like me is still used to the old life, and I always feel a little uneasy in the new environment. "Old Alian sat on the seat of the reindeer leather bag and picked up a bottle of vodka, his tone was a little sighed and sighed, "The motherland is very powerful, even in this kind of place, the motherland can bring us magical things. The change is too great. (The geography of Verkhoyansk is approximately equal to the Daliang Mountains in Sichuan, which is extremely poor)”

"Has the town changed a lot?" The huntress shook her head. "Compared to the outside world, my town is actually the same as before. The outside world is changing with each passing day. Americans are rushing out of the earth to go to the moon." Le."

"American? Go to the moon?" Old Aryan opened his eyes wide. "How is this possible? Girl, I know you came back from outside, but you can't talk nonsense! Don't think I'm old and easy to lie! "

"Really, old man, I didn't lie to you, the Americans really succeeded and sent people to the moon, and this is the old calendar of 20 years ago."

"What about the motherland? Have the Americans gone to the motherland?"

"We...not." The huntress scratched her head.

"Nonsense! Americans are going up, why can't we go up?" Old Arian shook his head in disbelief, "I heard that the motherland is still at war with the Americans! They are going to bomb the United States. Is it because of this that the Americans fled to On the moon?"

"." The huntress didn't know what to say for a while. She didn't expect that this old hunter in a remote village would still have patriotic ambitions, but that's normal. As long as he is a Soviet person, he will have a strong Soviet plot. A strong sense of advocacy and pride in the glorious Soviet era persists even in corners of the world.

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The huntress looked at old Aryan and sighed, but didn't say what she should say. Instead, she changed the subject, "How long have you lived here? Have you always been alone? What about the child?"

"I'm working hard outside." The old hunter paused, picked up the vodka bottle and took a sip, his face illuminated by the fire became a little more rosy, "When he was young, he went to Moscow with a group of young people. A few years ago I will come back, but I said later that I had a new family in Moscow and I didn’t come back, which is fine.”

The huntress scratched her head and felt that she had brought up a bad topic, "Why don't you live in the town? Although there are many new things in the town, it is convenient, right? Neighbors and neighbors are all helpful, I think you are not young, There will be more and more inconvenient things in life in the future (she noticed the gauze on old Arian's left hand)."

"I don't have any plans for the time being." Old Arian glanced at the dim blue snowstorm outside the window, and sighed as if remembering the firewood and hunting traps that hadn't been moved in, "Oh, but it's true that people don't accept the old ways, but go to town There are not so many prey in the world, I have been here alone for more than ten years, and I am used to it.”

"Old man, do you live alone here? Is there no one else?"

"No." Old Arian put down the wine bottle and got up, went to the table and picked up the dagger to finish cutting the fish that he hadn't cut before. He didn't forget that he hadn't eaten dinner yet. "Are you hungry after hunting outside? Have something to eat? This morning Freshly caught fish."

"Raw and frozen fish? I haven't eaten this for a long time." The huntress put down her glass and rubbed her leather gloves and walked to the table excitedly. Old Aryan couldn't help but smile when he saw the girl's simple and straightforward expression. Get up, "You can't eat such fresh fish in Moscow. Many people from the motherland have to come to us every winter to drag fish back to Moscow to sell."

"Old man, your hand is injured, let me cut it." The female hunter licked her tongue and excitedly went to receive the dagger. The old hunter handed it over without thinking, and the dagger turned in the girl's hand. Holding the frozen crucian carp standing upright with his left hand, he cut it with a "duo" with his right hand, quickly and steadily.

"The young man's hand is steady. I think you are also very steady when grasping the bow, right? Your father taught you?" Old Alian couldn't help admiring. Now that there are fewer and fewer pure hunters in today's world, a young man with such aptitude is still a woman. Babies are simply a rarity.

"Self-taught, no one in my family knows how to hunt. When I was a child in the town, I liked to run around. I also ran outside when it was fifty degrees below zero. Chasing rabbits and fishing in ice pits were my favorite activities. Bows and arrows and so on. Just think about it and figure it out.”

"Did you catch any rabbits this time?" Old Aryan saw that the huntress had come to his cabin empty-handed.

"I got it, three or four of them, they were so fat that they hung on me before, but when the blizzard came, I was afraid that they would be too heavy to run fast, so I threw them all away. I can still tell the difference between a meal and a meal. .” The huntress quickly cut off the fish rolls for two, and a 2-jin crucian carp was almost cut off on both sides.

Old Arian brought the slices of bread with the sauce, put the fish roll on the bread slices, smeared the homemade sauce, salt and onions, and handed it to the huntress. Going to grab the bread, "Is there any vodka? I can't drink milk. It's cold and I drink to warm up."

"Wine? Can I spare you a drink? Go to the kang." Arian was overjoyed when he heard that the huntress asked for wine, and he walked to the kang with a plate of fish rolls, walked to the edge of the kang and opened it A piece of cloth, under which are three stacks of vodka in wooden boxes, at first glance it looks like there are no more than forty or fifty bottles.

"It's all red brand vodka!?" The huntress was a little overjoyed, and got on the edge of the kang just like something else.

"They're all red cards, made in Moscow, just like this one. Every year when people come from my motherland, I will exchange fish and rabbits for wine." Old Ariane sat on the kang in high spirits and smoked a bottle for the huntress, "My hometown I don’t have anything, but I’m sure there’s enough wine! Make sure you’re as drunk as you were in Moscow!”

"That's a good relationship. It's been a long time since I've had such a good drink." The huntress unscrewed the cap, unscrewed the bottle, slapped her thighs with a gulp, and didn't forget to tuck a piece of frozen fish into her mouth to chew. Seeing this appearance, the hunter couldn't help but smile on his face.

"By the way, girl, let me ask you something."

"Is it about Moscow? If the old man asks casually, I can be considered half-knowledgeable about the Soviet Union."

Soviet Union?The old hunter didn't understand this sentence, but it didn't stop him from wanting to ask, "Is it profitable to run a winery in Moscow?"

"The winery? The winery is always making money. The people in the motherland are all wine mengzi, old man. You don't know that drinking over there is worse than here. When you get drunk, you squat up and dance Cossack dances."

"Do you want to make money? That's good, that's good." After getting the answer, the old man nodded thoughtfully and continued to drink. After a while, he asked, "How many houses can be bought in Moscow with the money earned by the person who runs the winery?" what?"

"It depends on whether the boss has a dark heart. If you mix the wine with water and dry it for a few years, maybe the Kremlin can buy it." The huntress said hehe, but then she scratched her head as if thinking of something, "Old man, what are you doing?" Your son runs a winery in Moscow?"

"Maybe." Ariane drank and ate meat, "I remember that when Petrov came back, he often brought me wine. It was this brand of vodka. He said that he had found a stable job in Moscow and would soon be promoted. Let me Don't worry, I think it's just working in the winery."

"However, the world is in a downturn now." The huntress hesitated and decided to say, "Although there should be no problem with opening a winery, the income will still be hit, and the market is not as good as before."

"Is it because of the United States?" Aryan touched his chest and asked in a low voice, "I heard that we have been fighting against them."

"There was no real fight. It was called the Cold War. The situation inside is very complicated, and let's forget about it." The huntress blinked her eyes, "Old man, let me tell you about the changes I saw outside in Moscow." Well, did you know that now in Moscow there are bars for seniors, drinking places, where all the old ladies your age without a spouse like to drink there"

Aryan choked with a thud, and looked up at the huntress with a flushed face, "What are you talking about, what is Moscow in the motherland? That's the capital, how could there be such a strange thing."

(End of this chapter)