bookrebus Chapter 411 The Fox Carries a Bomb
Chapter 411 The Fox Carries a Bomb
Li Ju'an has been hunting wild sheep in the mountains for the past two months.
There weren't enough sables; each one was exhausted. He was also afraid that something might happen to one of the sables and they would be gone, so he would specifically take time, leading three falcons, to go into the mountains to find sables on clear mornings.
The falcon's eyes are like torches, able to see clearly within ten kilometers. It can spot even the slightest movement of any small animal. Since the golden eagle wasn't fully trained yet, he dared not release it, instead releasing the two hawks that understood the whistles better.
The eagle actually found a yellow-throated marten in the ravine.
Li Ju'an saw the nimble yellow-throated marten struggling in his hand, ready to bite him at any moment, and couldn't help but feel amused. In later generations, the yellow-throated marten was a Class II protected animal; it couldn't be hit or scolded. Now, this protected animal from later times was doing odd jobs for him.
He smiled at Lu Zhiqiang and said, "See? Our laborers have arrived, and we don't even need to pay them."
Lu Zhiqiang joked, "Even if we don't pay wages, we have to give work points. We give them one work point per day for working in the fall, and two work points for the freezing winter days."
These words amused Chen Xiangqian. Chen Xiangqian actually thought of the work points in the production team and said, "How much is one work point? Let's say it's 80 cents per work point. If anyone asks us to borrow a fur coat, we'll tell them to give us 80 cents a day."
Li Ju'an, unusually serious, followed up, saying, "8 mao isn't enough, and it's not even enough for one work point. If we were commune members, this sable would be our production team's livestock. Livestock don't work every day, but when they do, one can do the work of several people, earning at least 20 work points a day."
Lu Zhiqiang shouted, "Goodness! 20 work points would be worth 1.6 yuan a day!"
Lu Jinyang patted the back of his head and said, "How did you calculate that? Did your Chinese teacher teach you arithmetic?"
Lu Zhiqiang then realized he had made a mistake and laughed, "Our math was taught by the PE teacher."
Several people burst into laughter.
These past few days, Li Ju'an handed the cages of the sable and yellow-throated marten to Lu Jinyang, instructing Lu Jinyang to lead a team with hunting dogs to hunt wild sheep. He rubbed Da Hu's head and instructed, "Da Hu, don't kill those things. Bring back a few more and I'll reward you with a good meal."
Da Hu went to Lao Tao's dog kennel last time and developed a new habit: he fell in love with the old-fashioned sausages made by the widow of the Chen family.
Li Ju'an specially led Lin Mei to find the widow of the Chen family, carrying bags of snacks, to ask about the recipe for Lao Gong Chang (a type of sausage), so that it could be made to taste that Da Hu liked.
This delighted the widow of the Chen family. She warmly took Lin Mei's hand and said, "We're all from the same village, no need to be so polite. This old craftsman is easy to do, but you have to remember the steps."
Old-fashioned sausage, also known as handmade sausage, is made with local pork, which must be 80% lean and 20% fat. It is then stuffed with starch into casings to make air-dried or cured sausage.
The fragrant aroma of the old-fashioned sausages, hanging from the rafters to dry in the shade, could be smelled by Li Ju'an from afar; it smelled incredibly good. The unique flavor was authentic, and the slightly pungent odor was extremely enticing.
Big Tiger, that gluttonous dog, couldn't resist the aroma of Old Gong's sausage. He sat longingly under the roof beam, drooling as he stared at it, refusing to budge no matter what.
Old Tao already doted on Da Hu, and having not seen him for a long time, he spoiled him even more. He took the old sausage off his hands, cut off a piece, and let Da Hu taste it. Good heavens, even with his face being slapped repeatedly, Da Hu wouldn't let go.
Li Ju'an could only teach Lin Mei how to make Lao Gongchang (a type of sausage), and now the Li family's self-built house is filled with dried Lao Gongchang hanging in the air. But it's not made with local pork; it's all made with wild boar meat that he hunts. The gamey smell of wild boar meat is more appealing to the hunting dogs. Now, Da Hu doesn't like to eat any wild animal offal; as long as he's rewarded with a piece of Lao Gongchang, this dog will risk his life for him.
Li Ju'an stuffed a piece of old-fashioned sausage into Lu Jinyang's hand, and Da Hu was already looking over expectantly. He said, "Da Hu, if you're good, eat a small piece. Don't spoil him."
Lu Jinyang was kind-hearted and very familiar with Da Hu, so he smiled and said, "No problem, leave it to me."
Lu Zhiqiang was still somewhat unconvinced and said, "Why is Lu Jinyang leading the team? I, General Lu, have far more experience leading teams."
Looking at Lu Zhiqiang's nonchalant attitude, as if he were about to start a fight at the slightest provocation, Li Ju'an laughed and said, "Alright, General Lu, we'll rely on you to catch the ground sheep. I'll catch a lot of minks."
These words finally appeased Lu Zhiqiang.
Li Ju'an led three falcons to look for the mink, and as they searched, they found themselves heading towards the pasture. He was carrying two cages in his hands.
He handed over the sable and yellow-throated marten to Lu Jinyang, instructing them to send a team to continue hunting ferrets. He was carrying empty cages; now, the two empty cages contained a ferret that had just been hunted and an even smaller yellow-throated marten.
The yellow-throated marten looked like it wasn't even an adult yet, which amused him. He teased the little marten, saying, "That was just a temporary worker. You're a child laborer, aren't you? Come work for me, I'll provide food and lodging."
The little yellow-throated marten struggled fiercely at first, but gradually it got tired, as if it had accepted reality, and stayed in the cage with its head drooping, not moving.
Suddenly, an explosion was heard from the ranch.
The two minks in Li Ju'an's hands were startled. He looked closely and saw that Sun Weimin was detonating explosives.
In the countryside, many villagers use homemade explosives to hunt wild animals, but making them requires skill and is dangerous. The old man from the Lu family in the village is highly skilled at making landmines, and the Sun family can also make landmines, but their skills are not as refined as the old man's.
Sun Weimin used explosives to shove them into the sheep's den, and many sheep were hit, but he was also beaten badly by his own father.
Sun Weimin was rebellious by nature and was going through a rebellious phase. His father forbade him to do certain things, but he insisted on doing them anyway. So he led his nephew to this cornfield, with Qin Pao following behind to watch the excitement. The three of them were engrossed in studying the bombs.
"We can definitely blow up these moles. So what if they die? We can't get the pelts."
Sun Weimin was driven almost crazy by the wildebeest. It had been several weeks, and there was still no definite news. When would they be able to get rid of all these wildebeest covering the mountains? With the first blizzard of winter fast approaching, if the Sun family didn't get rid of the wildebeest before winter arrived, their work on the pasture would be in serious trouble.
Not only will the Sun family's reputation be ruined, but the ranch will also have to find a new rat-catching team to hunt rats. This is a family of hunters, but where will the Sun family's reputation as a dog-catching gang be?
Li Ju'an ran over to join the fun.
Suddenly, a falcon cried out in the sky and swooped down violently in one direction.
Li Ju'an thought the falcon had spotted a goat again, but when he chased after it, he found it was a beautiful fox.
The fox, still carrying a pellet in its mouth, looked quite clever, knowing it couldn't bite too hard, but just lightly held it as it ran towards the barn where the pasture stored chaff.
Li Ju'an immediately became furious and shouted, "Sun Weimin, look what you've done!"