Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Yaoyang's work was not finished yet. The cooled donkey skin and meat still needed to be further processed before real donkey-hide gelatin could be made.

Everyone in the Zhang family was busy in the yard. They were eating a bowl of donkey meat noodles, a big bowl per person. They squatted in the yard to eat, and the aroma could be smelled from far away.

A voice suddenly sounded from the top of the wall.

"Oh, they're all eating. They smell really good!"

Liu Huifang saw the third son of the Wu family's head sticking out from the top of the wall, so she waved to him.

"There's still some in the pot. How about... I make you a bowl?"

This was well-intentioned, but now that the two brothers had money, they were not so greedy.

They climbed up the wall just to see if there was anything wrong with Zhang Yaoyang.

As a result, when he saw that Zhang Yaoyang was fine, he immediately started yelling in unhappiness.

"I don't like it. It smells fishy, ​​so I won't bother you."

Then he said to Zhang Yaoyang: "Where are the dumplings from last night? You didn't eat them!"

"Ah? Well, I ate it. I liked it very much. Thank you. Here, I'll give you your bowl, too."

Zhang Yaoyang handed over a chipped porcelain bowl.

He really likes these dumplings. His little wild boars eat them happily, one bite at a time.

Gee...

The third son of the Wu family took the broken bowl and frowned strangely, probably wondering what was wrong.

The next second, he heard the sound of a porcelain bowl being broken in the main hall of his house.

"Old Four, what are you doing? You can't even eat in peace. Are you looking for a beating?"

Wu Laosan walked into the main room angrily. Not only did he see broken porcelain all over the floor, but his only brother was also shaking and rolling on the ground. He couldn't hold the bowl in his hand and it fell to the ground with a bang.

"What's going on? Lao Si, don't scare me..."

The fourth child reached out his hand to him in pain and asked for help.

“Third brother…help me…I’m in so much pain, ah~my stomach hurts so much…I’m going to die…ouch…”

Wu Laosi howled and twitched in pain, his body curled up into a ball. Soon, his lips turned cyanotic and his vision became blurred.

Now, Wu Laosan was also very panicked.

"It's over, it's over. This is karma. You ate the wrong dumplings!"

"Old Four, don't panic. I'll find a way for you. I will definitely save you..."

Wu Laosan was so panicked that he rushed into the yard and started shouting.

"Help, help me, my brother has been poisoned..."

While shouting, he ran to his own dry toilet in a panic, ready to scoop out a bucket of smelly feces.

In the countryside, if someone eats something poisonous, they rely on this folk remedy to induce vomiting, and perhaps they can save their lives.

At this time, most of the families in the village had already gotten up. When they heard the noise, they naturally ran over to see what was going on.

The people in the Zhang family were all full at this time. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and walked slowly to the gate of the Wu family's courtyard.

At this time, the place was already packed with people, and it was impossible to squeeze in to watch the fun. One could only faintly smell the stench of feces in the air.

Not long after, someone came to lift the door panel, shouting that Wu Laosi had been poisoned and needed to be sent to the hospital.

At this time, the onlookers turned their eyes to the Zhang family.

Zhang Yaoyang had anticipated this result, so he drove his car to the warehouse last night and parked it. It would take him about ten minutes to walk there.

As for the small truck, Qian Yu was using it to transport goods in the mountains and was not in the village at this time.

As for the tractor, it had a flat tire and had not yet been sent for repair.

As for the big truck he gave to Chen Ergou, it has been parked at the factory. Since it was bought, he has only used it for practice and has not used it yet.

If we want to pull someone out now, we don't need such a big guy.

Following the principle of proximity, I borrowed Chen Ergou's tractor.

He did not slack off along the way and dragged the person to the health center, which meant he had completed his mission.

As for whether Wu Laosi is dead or alive, it depends on how much they want to harm him and how much dosage they use.

If the amount used is large, the patient will definitely not be able to be saved and it cannot be blamed on anyone.

When I got home, after more than two hours of hard work, the donkey-hide gelatin was finally ready.

I tried the taste and it's quite good. After all, it contains some natural ingredients, such as yellow rock sugar, black sesame, walnut kernels, red dates, wolfberries, etc.

This kind of brewed food is not only a great tonic for people with weak bodies after miscarriage, but ordinary people can also eat it as a snack.

So, he made a lot of it, kept most of it for his parents, left a few boxes for the master so that he could use them as gifts in the future, kept some for himself, and gave the rest to Lihua.

This thing is quite complicated to make, but it can be eaten for a long time once it is made. There is no shortage of wild donkeys in the mountains anyway, so you can make as much as you want. It just depends on whether he has time.

After arranging all the trivial matters in Chen Ergou's home and holding a brief meeting with his family to discuss recent work matters, he followed the aunt who delivered the steamed buns and headed for the mountains.

It was always hot in the village, but once we got to the mountains, the temperature dropped a lot.

Looking at the sky which was so blue that there wasn't a single cloud in it, the aunt was feeling so hot on the road that she couldn't help cursing a few times while wiping the sweat off her face with her sweater.

"Oh my god...what's wrong with the weather? It's so hot that I feel like I'm in a steamer. It's really unbearable!"

The crops in the fields have dried up and turned yellow and brittle, with not a single bit of green to be seen.

Even the radish in Zhao Dazhu's radish field is said to have turned into dried radishes. After being pulled out of the ground, the radishes are just shriveled and can be directly pickled with salt to become pickled vegetables.

Zhang Yaoyang could not predict the weather, but he remembered that the high temperature that year continued until before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It’s almost September when school starts, and the first ten or twenty days are still very difficult to endure.

However, most families in this city have electric fans, and he did not keep the method of making ice with saltpeter to himself. He made it public when he was cooling down the two foreigners.

Therefore, as long as they are not exposed to the scorching sun, the people in the village can live a pretty comfortable life.

There were even a few guys who loved to stay cool and caught colds, for which they were often laughed at by the villagers.

"Aunt Yuan, just hang in there, it will be fine after the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"We are going to visit the graves in a few days, so we should have a holiday. If your brother Yuan can't go back, will the villagers have any opinions?"

In a few days it will be the Zhongyuan Festival, also commonly known as the Ghost Festival.

On this day, every household prepares incense and candles and burns paper for their ancestors.

There is a lot of preparation ahead of time.

When Zhang Yaoyang led his men into the mountains, he did not expect that this festival existed. It was only when he saw the elderly people in the village folding gold and silver ingots and beating yellow paper that he remembered it.

When Aunt Yuan heard this, she burst into laughter.

"There are so many people in the family to take care of things. My brother Yuan can help. It doesn't matter. Making money is more important."

When it comes to survival, the dead cannot compete with the living!