60s white-eyed wolf

After a lot of effort, his waist was almost broken, Cao Fugui was panting like a cow, and finally dug the trap with all his hands and feet.

The widest part of the hole was five or six feet. The hole was dug very deep. Standing inside, the ground outside was almost at the level of his head.He planned to try rhubarb first, and if he really could piss the dog off, then he would bury a few sharp bamboos at the bottom of the pit, so that even if a wild boar with thick skin like armor fell in, it would rot its guts.

Stepping on a few small pits reserved on the wall of the trap, Cao Fugui climbed up to the ground, tired and hungry, and could only stare at the rhubarb while drooling and eating carrots.

The work he did in one day was almost equal to the serious work he had done in the past 16 years.Originally, I was full of enthusiasm and wanted to go up the mountain "pit hunting" in one go. I dug the hole all afternoon, and the aisle was almost immobile. How could I go up the mountain?I have no choice but to fight again tomorrow.

"Be obedient and find something to eat by yourself, brother Mingchao will ask you to go up the mountain with me, understand?"

With a slap on the dog's head, he released the trembling Rhubarb out of the alcove.There are only radishes and cabbage in the refining hut, as well as some strange medicines and seeds. The dog is already half-starved to death, and if he sleeps for another night, Ming Dynasty can only eat dog meat soup.Although he has been thinking about this pot of fragrant meat for a long time, but now that he has a bigger goal ahead, he can't fight among himself and kill his only assistant and pioneer, right?

When she got home, seeing his haggard and tired appearance, Grandma felt very distressed. She quickly took out the last few biscuits she had hidden and let her good grandson eat them.Seeing him gobble it up, grandma's eyes were filled with tears, she took a cloth towel and gently wiped the sweat from his grandson's forehead.

Mrs. Zhang sighed softly, although she felt sorry for her eldest grandson's hard work today, but considering that he only worked for a long time and then sneaked away, I don't know what to say about him.Now the old couple can still do something, and the second child is willing to help support the nephew, but in the future, they will be old and can't do it anymore?People always want to stand on their own, and who can live a lifetime depending on others?No matter how close uncle is, he still has his own wife and children, so it is impossible to raise a nephew for a lifetime.

"Grandma, has Grandpa ever asked about wheat seeds? People are waiting to ask for it. Hey, yes, Grandma, I saw how many gold and jade you had when I was young, do you still hide them now? I I remember there is a small round cake made of white jade, which is as bright as milk, very beautiful, grandma, show me again!"

After filling his stomach with a few delicious biscuits, Cao Fugui felt comfortable and wanted to grow wheat even more.

He looked through the "prescriptions" left by his ancestors, not only utensils, pills, but also various delicacies. Looking at the prescriptions can make people's mouth water.In addition, there is actually a strange recipe for improving seeds and increasing production, but it is a pity that it needs "spiritual energy" to refine it.How can the two and a half pieces of broken jade in my hand be enough?After thinking about it, it turned to Grandma's "dowry" back then.

Mrs. Zhang took a deep look at him, and said: "Your third grandpa went to the commune for a meeting today, but he didn't find it. I will ask your grandpa to find it as soon as possible. Now that food is scarce and wheat seeds are hard to buy, I guess You can’t buy much.”

She turned around and rummaged through the cabinets, and found a small purse embroidered with red silk. The brocade fabric was fuzzy from rubbing, most of the color had faded, and it was dusty.

She took out a small white jade ring from inside, stared at it, put it gently in the grandson's hand, and said: "This is a ring worn on a skirt, not a cake." Sighing, she said: "Put it away. "

Back then, she was driven out of the Qiu family by his wife and sold to someone in the mountains. She was stripped of all her clothes, only a piece of rag was draped over her body, and there was no copper coin on her body.The young master quietly sent someone to give this purse to her as a "marriage". Inside was a suet pendant, a thin gold hairpin, and more than a dozen oceans. Three or forty years have passed since then.

Originally belonged to the Qiu family... that hairpin, but she will leave it to a wealthy daughter-in-law in the future.

Cao Fugui was a little caught off guard, he didn't expect Grandma to give him something like this, this, this... so you're welcome!

He reckoned that this jade ring was given by someone from the main house when Grandma was in Qiu's house. He glanced at Grandma's bewildered expression, and felt that for the stability and unity of the old Cao's family, this kind of thing should be put away by himself. good.

Unexpectedly, that night, the nightmare came unexpectedly again.

In the dream, when the wheat was being harvested in summer, there was a strong typhoon. The team tried their best to harvest it, but the wind and rain ruined a lot of grain.The food was not harvested, the food was not harvested, the relief food from above had not yet arrived, the people in the team were so hungry that they all took the last bit of food with the leaves of weeds and sweet potatoes, and they were all weak and thin like reeds.

The old bartender is dead.

The "he" in the dream quietly took the old wineman's belongings up the mountain, desperately catching leeches, mice, and poisonous snakes to eat, even the insects, and finally received the relief food from the government. ", because "he" burned down the Sun family's house.

Then, in a dark night, "he" stole the food from the team, limped out of Huanglin Village without looking back.

Cao Fugui struggled ho ho, and was awakened by the nightmare again in the cold sweat.

He sat up slowly, staring intently at the bright moon outside the window, his sweaty fingers trembling uncontrollably.In such a realistic "dream", one can almost clearly see the pain on people's faces, the numb hunger, the anger and despair of "myself" gnawing snakes, scorpions, and insects. The only thought is to survive.

This is not a "dream", this may be another world, or it may be what will happen in the future.

Qiao Yingnian, Cao Fugui finally remembered the name of the person in the dream.

This is Qiao Yingnian's "dream", or perhaps this is the future that Tuyouping should have encountered.

Everything started from the finger that he snatched the oil bottle. Everything in the future in the dream seems to be gradually different from the reality.

Cao Fugui closed his eyes tightly, panicked in his heart, not knowing what to believe or what to do.

"This oil bottle is a complete little plague!" He murmured, it would be a bad thing to meet this little red guy, either he was bitten bloody, or he had "nightmare" again and again.

Fortunately, Cao Fugui inherited his ancestor's precious Lianlu by mistake.

Speaking of which, if this dream is really something that the "future" may encounter, mother, no matter how much suffering and risk he takes, he must fill the "refining hut" with food inside and out No matter what, I can't let my family starve into the miserable state in my dream.

After the calculation was settled, Cao Fugui's heart immediately settled down, and he fell asleep, not thinking about that terrible famine dream any more.

With things in his mind, he just focused on getting more food, and the treasure of Lianlu didn't dare to tell anyone. Naturally, the only one who suffered was Rhubarb, a dog who couldn't speak human language.

Powerless to resist, Rhubarb, who was kidnapped again, was taken to the cave base by Cao Fugui, where he began brutal training and experiments.

Cao Fugui stared intently at the loveless Rhubarb standing ten steps away from him, and shouted, "Go in!"

The rhubarb disappeared immediately, and in the next moment, it appeared in the space of Lianhu, falling into the big pit that Cao Fugui dug by the side of the medicine field yesterday.

"Hahaha! It's finally done!"

Rhubarb's limbs were sprawled out, lying on the bottom of the pit with staring eyes, not even bothering to struggle.Sure enough, the next moment, it "flyed" again and appeared in the woods on the mountain.

"Rhubarb, good boy! I'll give you a big credit. When I catch the pheasant and the rabbit, I'll let you eat the whole leg."

Cao Fugui smiled wryly, holding Rhubarb's dog's head in his arms and grinning from ear to ear.

After practicing seventeen or eight times, I finally learned the superb skill of throwing dogs into pits precisely from throwing dogs anywhere.Moreover, as the ancestors said, "spiritual power" is like the strength of the body, the more you practice, the more you have, and the more you practice, the stronger you become.A few days ago, he took rhubarb into the refining hut once, and he was still a little dizzy. After two days of practice, he let the dog go in and out seventeen or eight times, and he didn't even catch his breath.

Now that catching dogs into pits from a distance is a sure thing, so what's so difficult about catching a few pheasants and rabbits?Even if you encounter a wild boar, hey, it is the unlucky one.

In order to ensure that the beast would die if it fell into the pit, he took a hatchet and cut a thick moso bamboo in the forest, and cut it into four or five sections with great effort. Each section was flat at one end and pointed at the other. Sharp as a spear.Then, these dangerous "spears" were pointed upwards, carefully buried deep in the bottom of the pit, and the earth and rocks on the side were trampled hard.

Climbing out of the pothole profusely with sweat, Cao Fugui was so tired that he didn't even want to move his toes. He rolled his eyes and ordered his younger brother: "Go, bring a radish, radish!"

The drooping Rhubarb whimpered, looked up at the villain, ran to the edge of the field in desperation, and squatted down to look at the mountain-like pile of radishes.

"Yes, that's the one, carrot! Take it here."

Cao Fugui waved his hand weakly and grinned. Rhubarb finally seemed to understand. He grabbed a big white radish by the tail, dragged it all the way back, threw it in front of him, and whined in favor.

"Not bad, you have a dog's brain. Eat it! Grandpa, I have nothing else to invite you."

Cao Fugui picked up the radish bitterly and bit it down. In order to eat meat, I will bear it!Rhubarb followed him, gnawed a mouthful of raw radish, tears burst out of the mouth.

In the mountains and forests in winter, snakes and insects are dormant, and blind bears will hibernate. It seems relatively safe to go up the mountain, but on the other hand, the vegetation is withered, and the birds and animals have no food. If wolves and wild boars can’t find food, they will be hungry and cruel That sounds scarier than any other season.

Cao Fugui gnawed a bellyful of radishes, excited and frightened, took the same inexperienced rhubarb, and set foot on the road into the deep mountains.

Following the experience of the old bartender, he wrapped his legs and feet tightly with old cloth belts, which not only prevents insects and ants, but also protects the calves, and also prevents the legs and feet from swelling after many hikes.This method was used by the Red Army during the Long March, and even by the guerrillas who were haunted by mountains and forests. It is indeed a good and practical method.

Rhubarb is a very self-aware dog, why would he go to the deep mountains to seek death?It's a pity that he couldn't bear the bully Cao Fugui's force, so he threw it into the refining hut and set off. When it was released, there were already dense deep mountains and old forests outside.