The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

We had just eaten and didn't go to bed so quickly. The three of us were half-lying and smoking. We wouldn't all have a rest tonight. They took turns on duty and spent the night in the mountains. If conditions permit, someone should still be on duty to avoid being killed by wild beasts in their sleep. Raid.

"Second brother, this is the happiest day in my life!" Mo Cong sighed.

"Go away, you're not even twenty yet. There will be many good days in your life." Mo Bin scolded him. In the future, you will definitely not think like this when your wife and children are on the bed.

"Yes, today is like a dream." Meng Qingmin also said.

"Which one of you is older?" Mo Bin asked curiously.

"I am older. I am more than a month older than Qingmin's cousin, and he is more than a month older than Lao Wu." Mo Cong said proudly.

"Okay, you two are the same age, both are good hunters, and we are relatives. From now on, we will do everything together when we go out. We will take care of each other and share any benefits equally. Don't care about anything." Mo Bin told them. .

"Of course. Not to mention we are relatives. We have known each other since childhood and went to elementary school together for a few years. We used to go hunting together sometimes. Qingmin is more stable and careful than me. We are a good partner. Yes." Mo Cong turned over and sat up, he had no objection.

"I think it's pretty good. We understand each other and have always cooperated very well. Neither of us is a fussy person." Meng Qingmin said honestly.

"Then it's settled. I'll take care of you more when I get the chance. If I don't have time, you two can work together. Brother Nian will take you to the Northeast. There are many mountains, game, and abundant supplies. Let's do something big. ." Mo Bin decided to take them out to see the world, which would be good for the future.

The two young men were extremely excited. Ever since they were young, the farthest they had ever been to Mo Bin's house in northern Beijing was only once or twice. They would definitely be excited to go to the Northeast and experience it.

"Brother, tell us about your war?" Mo Cong begged.

"Well, I left in the spring of 48..." Mo Bin was lying on his back, telling them about his experiences. The winter nights were long and boring. He couldn't play poker with Landlord, right?

In the early hours of the morning, Mo Bin got up to replace his cousin and let him go in to take a nap while he stayed on duty. Not only did he have a golden finger, but he also had high technology and secretly tried to see if thermal imaging could work.

There were no big living creatures around at all. Mo Bin was bored and began to study the modification of a Su-45 in the direction of a sniper rifle. Moreover, the wooden butt at the back was changed to a foldable one for easy carrying in the future, and a detachable eight-gun stock was installed. The magnification is basically perfect.

In the morning, Mo Bin used the leftover chicken soup to cook a pot of salty noodles. The two guys had never seen his backpack and didn't know what he was carrying. Why can't you shut your mouth if there is something delicious?

I finished my breakfast early, packed up the camp, and continued to head into the mountains. There were still very few prey in the periphery. It was not a snowy day in the middle of winter, and the hibernating prey would only come out when they were hungry.

In the morning, I was rushing on the road and shot some small animals. The biggest one was a muntjac, which was also killed by Mo Bin's angry dog. It hit the neck with one shot, and the second shot hit the head, which immediately caused it to become cocked.

It's almost noon, so just rest on the spot, prepare lunch, and clean up all the prey to save yourself the burden.

This place is also deep in the mountains. The three of them have good physical strength and are young. They are traveling very fast. This may also have something to do with the continuous replenishment of nutrients and space spring water. They don't feel tired at all.

Mo Bin asked the two of them to dig a trap and collect firewood. He would take the prey to clean it up, which was convenient and fast. He could also put the others into the space for later use.

The two Laizhou reds in the space are really inconvenient to release. They have started to cause trouble recently. I am looking forward to their next generation, and it will not be so abrupt when they are brought out.

When he returns home, he may ask relatives at home to help him find some mountain dogs, or he may go to the Northeast to get some at the end of the year. With hunting dogs, hunting will be much safer and he will catch more prey.

Mo Bin walked a long way and found a small stream. It was already frozen, but there was still water flowing below, indicating that there must be a hot spring upstream, otherwise the weather would have been freezing.

He moved a big rock and made a big hole. In fact, he didn't have to do it at all. It was just a show. The prey was put into the space, and the cleaning was completed in an instant. A little blood was sprinkled into the ice hole.

Using the processed suede leather, I made six pairs of half-finger gloves. I can take them out openly next time, or give them to my family members. This will save me the effort of shivering from the cold.

There is no way, the suede leather is only so big, and you can make it after you hunt it while it is frozen. Everyone at home can make one. During the long winter, it is so cold that you can’t stretch out your hands. Most people’s hands suffer from chilblains, cracks, and water. It hurt like hell.

Even the sixth child who goes to school is not afraid of the cold when he wears it while doing homework. If it can be made of roe deer skin, it will be more warm.

There was no rush anyway, he never thought about leaving empty-handed. When the time came, he would make some leather clothes, which would be warm, stain-resistant, and quite strong.

At noon, I simply cooked some offal and meat, and heated up some steamed buns with Erhe noodles. The three brothers ate quickly.

"Remember this place. We will make a meeting point in the future. Let's build a simple wooden house when we come back in the evening. I just discovered that there is water flowing under the creek. Let's go up. I suspect there are hot springs upstream and there may be large animals drinking water. , prepare guns and ammunition and follow my command." Mo Bin commanded the action.

The three people went upstream along the creek. As they went, the ice became thinner and the water flow became stronger. As they went up, there was only ice on both sides and running water in the middle.

Mo Bin replaced the Su-45 in his hand and carefully opened the way ahead. Not long after, he arrived at a valley. There was still green here and the temperature was much higher.

His ears were very sensitive, and he heard the flapping sound and the grunting of pigs. He had encountered a herd of wild boars, and he didn't know how many there were!

With a wave of their hands, the three people squatted down, "There are wild boars in front of us. I don't know how many there are. Chongzhao, take this Su-45 and go around from the left. I'll give you four magazines. Minzi, slowly go towards me from here." Go forward, use the bullets I gave you, I will go around from the right, and shoot again when you hear the sound of my gun." Mo Bin arranged the tactics, and his cousin also used the Su-45, which is widely available and very practical.

Mo Bin traveled the farthest. He moved quickly and quickly. He observed as he walked. Although wild boars looked stupid, they were extremely lethal, but their sense of smell was very sensitive.

This is a medium-sized wild boar family. There are forty or fifty big and small wild boars. The leader of the wild boar weighs four to five hundred pounds. They are soaking in the water, enjoying the wonderful life of three wives and four concubines. The half-big pigs around them The cubs are probably its descendants.

Mo Bin took out his modified sniper rifle and stared at the largest male wild boar. He wanted to kill it as soon as possible, and the rest would have no backbone.

At a distance of about six to seven hundred meters, the marksmanship in both lives was pretty good, especially in this life, not to mention the sharpshooter, who was almost the same. It was honed on the battlefield, and with the blessing of an eight-fold mirror, the wild boar was illuminated. eyes and pulled the trigger.

The sound of gunshots was the signal for action. Fire started in the other two directions almost at the same time. Mo Bin quickly prepared to shoot at the other big guy, and then continued with the other one.

Their surprise attack caught the wild boars off guard. The wild boars that reacted fastest, those that ate grass, fell the fastest, because good hunters all know that those who are soaking in the water and playing in the water will not run out. It takes time.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, and the wild boars reacted and began to flee in all directions. Mo Bin shot one at a time, quickly finished a magazine, and started shooting at those who had not run far away.

He could no longer hit the head, so he shot at the leg joints, waist and leg joints of the wild boar. The powerful lethality of the dummy bullets could break the leg joints and lumbar vertebrae in one blow. The wild boar fell to the ground. Although it could not die, it could not hit the head. Can't run away either.