forest developer

Chapter 8
When he was a child, because he had no father, Ling Zikai was often bullied by children of the same age. In the repeated resistance, he also developed a lot of fighting skills, but there has never been a situation like today. Three meters away, when did I become a strongman?
Seeing Ling Zikai's ferocious attack, the other two looked at each other, and charged towards him from both sides.

Ling Zikai didn't wait for them to rush forward, he ran towards one of them first, and punched the opponent's door.At this moment, he clearly felt a wave of energy rushing down his arm to his fist. With a "bang", the other party avoided the door in a hurry, but was hit on the shoulder, staggered and fell two meters away.

Is this also the energy bestowed by the ancestor god?

Ling Zikai was both surprised and delighted. He didn't expect that the inheritance of ancestor gods, which sounded like nothing, not only gave his mind a magical feeling, but also made his body extremely powerful.

"careful!"

At this moment, Du Juan's exclamation came from beside his ear.

Ling Zikai sensed a gust of wind coming from behind, and hurriedly dodged outside.Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt a pain in his shoulder.In his busy schedule, he kicked sideways and kicked the other person out. After touching his shoulder, his hand was covered with blood.Turning around, he saw that the man kicked away by him had a dagger in his hand at some point.

Those two men were obviously much stronger than An Lu. Although they were beaten and flew out, they immediately stood up and rushed forward again.

At this moment, there was only a "bang" gunshot, which caused a roar in everyone's ears.

There was only a muffled roar like thunder: "Stop it all! If anyone makes a move again, I will shoot him with a shotgun."

When the two men heard the gunshots, they stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked around, and saw an old man with white hair and white beard in his 70s standing aggressively outside the forest, holding a shotgun in his hand, and a wisp of smoke was emitting from the muzzle.

"How are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Seeing that Uncle Boer had stunned the thief, Du Juan ran to Ling Zikai, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his shoulder.After seeing a [-]-[-] cm long wound on his shoulder, he was very angry and shouted at the old man with white beard:

"Grandpa Boer, these people not only dare to go up the mountain to steal ginseng from the forest farm, but also dare to injure people. They are the wolves in this mountain. Hurry up and raise your shotgun to destroy them."

Uncle Boer picked up his shotgun with a slam, aimed at Sun Anlu and the others, and shouted: "Boys, you black bears whose hearts have been blinded by greed, dare to walk in while Lao Tzu is picking up Luo Zi for cooking. Shan, let's see how I deal with you!"

An Lu's face turned ashen when he heard the words. He knew that the last person in Quanyunhai Town was the old man. If he got angry, no matter who you were, he would really shoot at you with a shotgun. He couldn't help but raised his hands and said:

"Master Boer, please don't shoot, we made a mistake, we will never dare to come again next time!"

Ling Zikai was afraid that the trouble would end badly, so he whispered to Du Juan, "Let them go first!"

"Get out!" Du Juan shouted angrily.

As if he was being amnesty, An Lu hurriedly put the few ginseng he had just dug on the ground, and ran out of the woods, not daring to turn his head back, and ran down the mountain desperately.

On the contrary, the other two looked at Ling Zikai a few times when they left, as if they wanted to remember his appearance.One of the men said in a low voice: "Boy, you are kind! Let's wait and see."

After the three of them left without a trace, Du Juan was still covering Ling Zikai's shoulder with a handkerchief.

The two of them were very close, and a girlish fragrance poured into Ling Zikai's nose, which made his heart skip a beat. Looking at her rosy oval face, he felt a little dazed.

Du Juan instinctively felt something abnormal, raised her head and just met Ling Zikai's obsessed eyes, she couldn't help but blushed, and said, "Does it hurt?"

Ling Zikai came back to his senses, a little embarrassed, and said, "It's much better now, there shouldn't be any serious problems!"

Du Juan took away the handkerchief, saw that the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, and it must have not penetrated deep into the flesh, so he breathed a long sigh of relief: "You, you were too reckless just now, let them take a few sticks of ginseng. Go! If you get hurt in a fatal place, you will be in trouble!"

"It's nothing for a man to shed a little blood. I was stabbed three times by the bandits and I didn't even frown!" Uncle Boer looked at Ling Zikai and said, "Young man, you have good courage, but your skills are not good enough. It's just the way to beat people." No, if it were when I was young, let alone three, even if ten of them went up together, they would be beaten to the bum!"

"Grandpa, don't show off your prestige back then, who doesn't know that you are the number one warrior in this mountain!"

Uncle Boer laughed loudly, put the shotgun behind his shoulder, and patted Ling Zikai on the shoulder: "Go, go to my pocket to drink and eat meat. I just shot a mountain rabbit this morning. It's still in the pot!"

After Du Juan put away the few sticks of ginseng left by An Lu, the three of them walked to the place where Uncle Boer lived.

Before reaching the house, a black hunting dog sprang out from inside and barked at Ling Zikai, startling him.

"Our Uru is here to welcome our distinguished guests!"

Uncle Bor whistled with a smile, and the black dog stopped barking immediately, ran up to the three of them wagging its tail, circled around the three of them, and ran into the house first.

Earlier, Ling Zikai had seen this conical house through the consciousness of the ancestral gods, which is what Uncle Boer called "樶罗子".Being there at this time is a different experience.

I saw that the construction of the house is very simple. First, a few four-meter-long wooden poles with branches at the top and capable of interlocking are used to support a conical shelf with an inclination of about 60 degrees, and then other wooden poles are evenly placed on these few poles. Between the roots and the main frame, it forms an umbrella-shaped skeleton, covered with birch bark, which can prevent rain in summer and keep out cold in winter.

There is a gap at the top for ventilation and lighting when the fire is lit inside.The bottom circle is about four meters in diameter.At the door, choose two strong pillars as the door frame, and the door faces south.Neither nails nor ropes are used, but the branches of the wooden pole itself are crossed.

There is a bonfire in the center of the ground, on which stands a triangular bracket, and a double-eared iron pot is hung on the bracket, and a whole white and tender mountain rabbit is steaming inside.

Uncle Boer put the shotgun aside after entering the door, took a handful of hay and spread it around the campfire, and then took out a few animal skins to cushion it, and called the two to sit down.

He took out three pairs of chopsticks, three bowls made of birch bark, and then brought two skin pouches, handed one to the cuckoo, unplugged the other skin pouch, and gurgled to the two trees. Pour a full bottle of wine into the leather bowl, hold one of the bowls in both hands, hand it to Ling Zikai, and say:

"Guests from afar, please take a sip of the fine wine brewed by the Durunke people, and let the great ancestor god bless you for a lifetime of peace!"

Ling Zikai hurriedly took the wine bowl with both hands, a strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, and he couldn't help frowning.

It has long been heard that when southerners come to the north, especially when they are guests of ethnic minorities, the most fearful thing is the toast from the host. Drink it. If you don’t have the capacity for alcohol, don’t drink it. The other party's misunderstanding.

Although Ling Zikai can drink a little wine, they are all beer and red wine, which can't be compared with the white wine in front of him. After this bowl of wine, he might not be able to tell the north from the south immediately, so he couldn't help looking at Du Juan for help. , I hope she can help her out.

But Du Juan looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak. It seemed that he was waiting to see his own joke.

Ling Zikai's heart skipped a beat, he picked up the bowl, closed his eyes, and gulped it down.Before he put down the bowl, he coughed again and again, his face turned red.

"it is good!"

Uncle Boer laughed heartily, grabbed his skin bag and poured wine into Ling Zikai's bowl again.

But Du Juan snatched the bowl from Ling Zikai's hand first, picked up another skin pouch, and poured it into the bowl, a burst of fragrant milky smell wafted out, it turned out that the pouch was filled with milk.

"Girl, you are neglecting my guest!" Uncle Boer said to Du Juan dissatisfied.

"Grandpa, you asked us to eat mountain rabbit meat. Could it be that you are reluctant to part with this rabbit meat and want to get the guests drunk first!"

While speaking, Du Juan passed the milk in his hand to Ling Zikai.

Ling Zikai glanced at Du Juan gratefully.

Uncle Boer tore apart the rabbit in the iron pot, picked up one leg, and handed it to Ling Zikai: "This is the first time you have come to the mountains, but I look familiar!"

"He is my godfather's son, named Ling Zikai." Du Juan said vaguely while eating rabbit meat.

Uncle Boer's eyes lit up: "Are you Ling Feng's son?"

Ling Zikai nodded.

"I said how familiar! It turned out to be from my family! Oh, your father is a kind and hardworking person, but it's a pity that he left and left this mess to Juan girl. I'm worried Ah! It will be all right if you come here. Young people are like the eagles in the woods, and one day they will be released into the sky."

Ling Zi looked at Du Juan in puzzlement.

"Grandpa means that it is just right for you to take over the management of this forest farm!"

Du Juan had this thought in his heart for a long time, but he hadn't had time to tell Ling Zikai, and at this time, he happened to use Uncle Boer's words to clarify the matter.

Ling Zikai couldn't help being taken aback: Although I promised you to be the shaman of the clan, I didn't promise to stay in this forest farm!

Immediately said hurriedly: "I still have a job in Jiangnan Province, but I don't have time to manage the forest farm!"

Seeing Ling Zikai's rejection, Du Juan couldn't help blurting out, "You've already sworn an oath to Dashan, how can you leave here!"

"That's two different things! It's impossible for me to stay here. If the forest farm can help, I will try my best to help, but it is absolutely impossible for me to run it!"

(End of this chapter)