Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Wang Gang pointed at Zhao Shanhe at the door and spoke to the middle-aged man with a grin.

"Uncle Hongqi, I brought my colleagues from the factory here to play today. We are just going to hunt rabbits at the foot of the mountain. We are definitely not going to go into the mountains. You see, we have come all the way here. If we don't hunt, then it would be a waste of our trip, right?

Don't worry, I promise the leader that I will never cause any trouble for you, and I will come back as soon as I catch a rabbit or a pheasant."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Shanhe at the door. Knowing that people in the city cared about their reputation, he hesitated for a moment before sighing and speaking.

"Okay, for Lao Wang's sake, I'll take you for a walk. If you do anything wrong, I'll call your dad and have him go back and beat you up. Come on, introduce your colleague to me. I at least need to know what he does."

Guns are not like other things. Although gun control is not strict now, and you can even buy guns if you have the means, once something goes wrong no one can be blamed, especially newcomers who have never used a gun. It's okay to shoot yourself, but just don't hurt others.

Wang Gang brought the middle-aged man to the gate of the yard and introduced him to Zhao Shanhe.

"Brother, this is the militia captain of Qinjiatun, Uncle Qin Hongqi. He is an old comrade of my father. We are relying on him for help in this hunting trip."

He then introduced it to Qin Hongqi.

"This is my younger brother in the procurement department. His name is Zhao Shanhe. His father died protecting state property more than three months ago. He can be considered the descendant of a hero. Uncle Hongqi, can you rest assured this time?"

Upon hearing that Zhao Shanhe was a martyr's relative, the militia captain also became serious, walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"He looks like a good kid, but he's too skinny. Come sit with me more often when you have nothing to do. We in Qinjiatun live in the mountains and have a lot of game."

Zhao Shanhe felt warm in his heart after hearing these words. They were just sitting there together, so why was there such a big difference between Yi Zhonghai and others?

The three of them exchanged a few more pleasantries. Wang Gang knew that they had to go back at night, so he urged Qin Hongqi to get out two rifles. Qin Hongqi took out two classic guns - the Type 38 rifle.

It's not that there are no better ones in the village. You should know that our army brought back a lot of good stuff from North Korea this year. Most of the old guns were distributed to various grassroots military organizations. Villages like Qinjiatun, which is next to the Sijiu City, can also take out Czech-style and semi-automatic guns.

But for someone like Zhao Shanhe who had obviously never touched a gun, it would be a bit of a waste to use a Type 38 rifle on him. Sharpshooters are made by feeding them bullets. Unless one has the rare talent of a sharpshooter, what other novices can hit when shooting depends purely on luck.

Wang Gang probably thought of this and did not ask Qin Hongqi again to change to a better gun. The three of them walked leisurely towards the north of the village with guns on their backs. When they left the village, they arrived at the foot of Dayang Mountain.

Maybe it’s because Zhao Shanhe did not absorb the big trees into the small world this time, so there are surprisingly many small animals here.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they saw a gray hare. Qin Hongqi took a deep breath, raised his gun and shot, directly making a hole in the rabbit's head and sending it to the west.

"Uncle Hongqi, your shooting skills are amazing. When will I be able to reach your level? But don't shoot again if there are prey, otherwise our trip will be in vain."

Wang Gang was very jealous when he saw Qin Hongqi raise his gun and shoot a rabbit, but he also knew his own abilities, so he had to persuade him not to compete with them for the prey.

Qin Hongqi walked over, picked up the hare and laughed.

"Not bad. This rabbit weighs about 15 pounds. It'll be enough for dinner. If you find anything else, I won't interfere. You two can hunt it yourselves. Whatever you catch will be yours."

Wang Gang and Zhao Shanhe were both delighted by these words, but unfortunately they were happy too early. For two hours, they encountered many hares and pheasants and fired many shots, but they didn't hit a single chicken feather.

Animals in the wild are extremely alert. If you miss with your first shot, they will have already run away by the time you aim again.

Qin Hongqi followed behind the two men, instructing them on the essentials of shooting and supervising them at the same time. He was really afraid that the two would go deep into the mountains, because many places there looked like flat land, but only when they stepped on them did they realize that they were bottomless pits.

Although he didn't hit anything, Zhao Shanhe still learned some shooting techniques, so the trip was not in vain. As the sun was setting, Qin Hongqi began to urge them to go back.

"Go back, you still have to go back to the city. It's too late and the roads will be difficult to travel. You may also encounter highway robbers. It's not peaceful outside right now."

After listening to the advice and having a full meal, the two followed Qin Hongqi back to the village. They walked an unknown distance this afternoon. They didn't feel tired because of the excitement during hunting, but when they arrived in the village, their bodies relaxed, and the feeling of relaxation was indescribable.

The two men took a break for a while, then got on their bikes and prepared to go back to the city. Qin Hongqi felt a little guilty for taking them hunting for the whole afternoon and ending up getting nothing, so he wanted to give the rabbit to the two brothers. How could Wang Gang and Zhao Shanhe accept this? Isn't this a slap in the face?

"Uncle Hongqi, we will come back later. You can continue to teach us how to use guns. Prey is only delicious if you catch it yourself.

We will go back first, you go back."

"Goodbye, Uncle Hongqi."

The two of them said goodbye to Qin Hongqi one after another and left Qinjiatun on their bicycles.

In fact, Zhao Shanhe still wanted to go to Wang Lizhuang Village, but when he thought about the fact that the village was in the south of Sijiu City, it was too far away, so he could only wait until tomorrow.

Anyone who shoots a gun for the first time will experience shoulder pain, and Zhao Shanhe is no exception. After parting with Wang Gang in the city, he returned to the courtyard. As soon as he entered the house, he felt like his body was falling apart. Riding a bike was one thing, but the recoil of the Type 38 rifle was also quite strong. His shoulders were probably bruised from the shock.

I lit the stove and made cornmeal porridge, while doing so I muttered that I should go to Wanglizhuang Village today and should not indulge in pleasure in Qinjiatun. I regarded this meal of cornmeal as a punishment for myself. In fact, to put it bluntly, there was nothing else in the kitchen, not even potatoes or sweet potatoes. What else could I eat?

Looking at the last three pieces of radish peel and soy sauce pickles in the bowl, I felt that I was really miserable. I had a small world, money and tickets, but why couldn't I afford to eat something good? I had to buy some cooked food tomorrow to satisfy my stomach.

After eating and drinking, I went into the small world to take a bath. The winter wind in the old city is very strong, and sometimes the sand can blow on the face, so everyone looked dusty.

In the past, I had no conditions and could only endure it, or I would get a bath ticket and go to the bathhouse. It was okay if I went to the bathhouse early, but if I went too late, there would be a layer of dust and mud floating on the water in the big pool, which was disgusting to look at.

Although he has only owned the small world for two days, Zhao Shanhe has already regained the feeling of taking a bath every day in his previous life. This is also human nature. Who doesn't like to be clean every day?

Except for the silly one...