The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Mo Bin fired a total of 18 shots. There were no more wild boars in his field of vision. The gunshots from the other two directions also stopped. He picked up the gun and jumped down.

When they could see the opponent's figure, Mo Bin shouted, "Replace the shot!" The three of them began to recharge the injured wild boar, there was no need to leave any survivors alive.

After Mo Bin finished refinishing his gun, he started dragging the dead pigs to an open space in the middle. The two of them followed suit and dragged the pigs over by their legs. They were very strong, and they were so excited that they didn't need help.

There were several big guys, and they worked together to drag them over. By one count, they killed a total of thirty-five of them, all of which were over 150 pounds. Of course, they gave priority to the big ones when they shot!

"Each person picks one that weighs more than 200 kilograms. Now take care of it. Skin and remove the internal organs. Remove the pig's head and four hooves. Then you two each carry one and go home to call for help. I'll stay here to deal with this." Bin arranged the work, and it was convenient and safe for him to stay and handle it.

"Brother, how about I go back by myself and let my cousin accompany you? Such a strong smell of blood might attract wolves or something. The elders said there are tigers here." Mo Cong said worriedly.

"You're underestimating your brother, aren't you? I'm still afraid that they won't come? Look, this is what happened to them. You guys didn't notice that I fired 18 shots, and no one could escape. Your brother, I am a sharpshooter, and I can do more than that. , I can do it alone in the mountains of Northeast China, let alone here! Listen to me and work quickly!" Of course Mo Bin refused, wouldn't leaving someone behind prevent him from working?

The wild boar weighing more than 200 kilograms was bled, skinned, internal organs removed, and then the head, tail and hooves were removed. It weighed just over 100 kilograms, and it was not too hard for the two of them.

"I have good physical strength and work quickly. After I finish cleaning up, I will use the creek and slowly move to the trap. When you come over tomorrow, come and see me there first." Mo Bin told them in advance, so It can save everyone's physical strength, and it will be a serious problem for those who are physically deficient.

"Okay, second brother." The two men agreed and started working separately.

He told them to pay attention to their safety and not to be too hasty, and to rest before rushing on. After waiting for them to leave for a while, Mo Bin started to take action.

Take all the wild boars into the space and dispose of them according to the previous method, and then throw some of the dirty things out into the water pool outside, leaving traces of disposal.

He also threw some of the pig blood and pig lungs around, and then piled the pig lungs and part of the pig intestines in one place. He hid in the space next to it and ambush, deliberately creating the smell of blood to lure other prey to see if any of them would be fooled. .

Mo Bin hid in the space and used the processed wild boar skin to start making gloves, leather boots, and leather jackets. The leather jackets were slightly rougher, and they also had waist and sleeves, which were more flexible and warm, but No elastic bands used.

Although there are not many U.S. military World War II flight jackets whose style is imitated, they are not unheard of. After all, some were captured by the National Army and the Northern Dynasties.

Self-made copper zippers, coupled with plastic buttons, zippers are not very rare and entered our country in the 1930s.

Just when Mo Bin finished his dinner, the prey appeared. It was a small wolf pack with 23 wild wolves.

The wolves were very vigilant, and after several tests, the leader came over to eat with confidence. When everyone relaxed their vigilance and shared the delicious food, Mo Bin activated his mind, aimed at the wolves, and moved them all into the orchard of space.

This thing is useless if you keep it. It is still a pure carnivore and can only be killed to eat meat. He killed seven of them with a gun. This is an obvious way. The wolf skin is still good. He does not have to worry about disturbing the balance of the food chain. .

We have entered the hard times. It would be better if there were fewer wolves and more herbivores. This would also benefit nearby hunters and reduce their danger. No animal is as important as human beings.

I kept squatting until the next morning, and harvested another leopard and a big cat, which is a wild lynx. This thing is also a ferocious beast.

At ten o'clock in the morning, an unexpected surprise came. Twelve silly roe deer, big and small, came to drink water. They were so cute and adorable that he had no choice but to come out and approach quietly. It took him three times to get them inside the space.

For the time being, there is no shortage of meat. Let’s raise it all on the hillsides and islands. These things are similar to sheep. Let’s breed them in space.

I got some dead wood and made a raft. Then I went down the creek and put it on the thick ice. I put a hundred kilograms of pork on it and tried it. If it could still bear it, I tied a rope to drag it. Walk.

The temperature was the lowest in the early morning, and the ice layer became thicker. It became thicker as we went down, until it reached the hole he made in the ice, and which hole froze again.

There were some artificial traces. After all, there were so many wild boars that it was impossible to transport them all in one or two times. Although no one went to check, he still had to make a simple disguise.

After skinning two wolves, the remaining five were left to freeze on the ice. They all weighed eighty or ninety kilograms and were easy to carry back. He did this deliberately for everyone to see, and the rest was left to his own imagination!

I found a suitable half-slope and dug a hole about one and a half meters deep, two meters wide and two meters high into the mountain. I used wooden sticks as supports and piled some dry leaves underneath.

A simple shed three meters long and two meters wide was built with wood outside. It was piled with branches and fallen leaves, which served as a place to stay.

This is also convenient for the hunters in their village. At least the hunters in Qiligou have a relatively good overnight spot. Even if other hunters can use it, it is still good.

Calculating the time, they were probably almost there. Mo Bin used pork liver, diced muntjac meat, the remaining rice and millet, and used space spring water to make a pot of bacon porridge. There was a lot of millet in the pot, which made it particularly sticky. .

There were not a few people coming. They took out the remaining steamed buns and bought more than nine kilograms of dried noodles. This is just fair. I don’t know how many noodles I went into the mountain. I brought ten kilograms of noodles, which were not heavy anyway, and put all the noodles. Rabbits, partridges and pheasants were roasted, and there were no outsiders. Only when they were full did they have the strength to work.

He drank two large bowls by himself. The taste was quite good, especially the rice porridge, which was even more delicious.

Just after eating, Mo Cong's call came from the distance. Mo Bin stood up and agreed, and saw that all the troops were coming.

The eldest uncle, the third uncle, the eldest uncle and the second uncle all came. More than fifty came from Mojialing, and more than seventy came from Qiligou. There was no way, there were too few young adults in Mojialing, and there were less than thirty households in total. people.

The people who came basically didn't bring weapons, and they had a lot of machetes. They basically carried poles, ropes, and sacks. In a large force of more than a hundred people, all the beasts were scared to retreat. What's more, Mo Cong and Meng Qingmin also had semi-automatic weapons. Where's the rifle!

The worst thing is that I can only take out three porcelain bowls, otherwise I can't explain it. The three of you came to hunt, and you brought more than a dozen bowls? Isn't that nonsense?

Fortunately, the working people have a lot of wisdom. They used local materials, cut a lot of bamboo, and selected the thicker parts to make simple bamboo bowls, which were divided among each person.

Mo Bin quickly rinsed the pot, then cut some diced meat and started cooking salty noodles, starting both pots at the same time.

Everyone was silent, feeling dizzy with hunger. Now that there is meat and fine grains for you to eat, you still ask where they came from? If you don't want to eat, get out! Where can I find such generous people? That is to say, Binzi is a real child who takes care of his own people (at his grandma's door).

After eating, he consciously started to work, a lot of wild boar meat, a lot of pig heads and pig hooves, a lot of pig skins and wild boar hair, a lot of internal organs. I don’t know how this kid did it. He probably kept it. There was no rest and five frozen dead wolves.

"Binzi, have you encountered a pack of wolves?" Uncle Mo Zhenhua asked with concern.

"A small pack of about twenty wolves. This thing is so smart. I only killed seven of them and injured four. I also shot the wolf king, and they all ran away. They probably won't survive. Some What a pity." Mo Bin said deliberately.

"What a pity. I wish you were fine. After being beaten like this by you, the wolf pack has become useless. If the wolf king dies, it is estimated that it will be swallowed up by other wolf packs this winter." The uncle said with a sigh.

"What can I do? After fighting for so many years, more than a hundred American emperors and Chiang bandits have died under my hands. No matter how powerful the wolves are, can they still compare to the American emperors with guns?" Mo Bin deliberately shouted loudly. Speaking of.