Portable Museum

Chapter 85

While Zhang Junping was explaining, he swung his knife and quickly chopped down a dead tree that was as thick as a calf.

Xiao Xia stepped forward to lift the tree up.

Zhang Junping quickly stopped him, this kid is a bit stupid, but he is more diligent.

"Just put them here first, then cut a few and bring them back together." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Oh!" Xiao Xia scratched her head embarrassedly.

After walking for about ten meters, Zhang Junping came across another dead tree. Zhang Junping threw the knife to Xiao Xia, "Did you understand it just now? Here, practice your hands."

"En!" Xiao Xia took the machete and began to chop.

This is much better, knowing that the knife is slanted, but the strength is a little weaker.

It took a long time to cut down the dead tree less than ten centimeters thick, and I was exhausted and panting.

"Xiao Xia, your body is not good! Exercise more!

Looking back, I will teach you the horse stance, practice hard, and if you practice well, it will benefit you for the rest of your life. "

"Brother Zhang, do you know martial arts?"

"Hehe, as I said, there are many things I know, enough for you to learn for a lifetime.

At your age, it's already too late to practice martial arts, you just need to take a step forward and exercise your body.

Don't underestimate the horse stance, if you practice it well, it can make you live ten years longer than others.

There is also a real benefit, which can only be realized after you get married, and it is useless to talk about it now. Zhang Junping smiled and patted Xiao Xia on the shoulder.

After walking a little further, I came across two dead trees.

There is no need to cut down these two dead trees, they fell to the ground for unknown reasons.

Just get rid of the excess branches.

Zhang Junping was just about to go up and cut off the branches with a machete.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, there was a howl from ahead.

"Zhang...Zhang...Brother Zhang, old...old...tiger!" Xiao Xia was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.

Needless to say, Xiao Xia, Zhang Junping also saw it.

The two fallen dead trees happened to be a small hill, and there was a tiger eating on the downhill slope.

This is Zhang Junping's first close-up observation of wild tigers.

The aura of a wild tiger is definitely not comparable to that of a captive tiger.

Just standing still like that, just staring at the two people, Zhang Junping felt a chill on his back.

Zhang Junping stared at the tiger, his feet clenched tightly to the ground, and the machete in his hand shook slightly.

It's not that Zhang Junping couldn't hold the knife nervously.

It is best not to use deadly force when using a knife. Clasp two fingers tightly and hold three fingers empty.

That is, the thumb and index finger clasp the handle tightly, and the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger hold the handle empty.

Therefore, the knife in Zhang Junping's hand shook, not because he couldn't hold the knife, but because he was ready to attack.

As a latecomer, Zhang Junping is unwilling to hunt tigers, but that doesn't mean he won't be able to fight back when he encounters a tiger.

In fact, whether it is a tiger, a wild boar, or a black bear, they are all afraid of people.

Under normal circumstances, these big animals will avoid humans in advance.

Of course, if they are very hungry, or if humans provoke them, they will also actively attack humans.

At this time, the tiger was eating, and animals would protect their food, so Zhang Junping had provoked the tiger.

Zhang Junping and Tiger confronted each other, cursing their mother inwardly.

What kind of shit luck did I have to meet a tiger that was preying during the day.

You say you, don't sleep well during the day, what kind of food do you run out to catch?
If it doesn't work, you can find a tigress and do some sports to breed offspring.

Zhang Junping stared at the tiger, using his own momentum to fight against the tiger, hoping that the tiger would retreat in spite of difficulties.

Otherwise, even though he doesn't want to, he still has to be a tiger-fighting hero.

Fortunately, maybe the tiger was full, or maybe he was overwhelmed by Zhang Junping's momentum.

After staring at Zhang Junping and him for a few minutes, he yelled at Zhang Junping as if to demonstrate, then turned his head and left.

Seeing the tiger leave, Xiaoxia made it to the ground with a plop.

"How is it? Is it exciting?" Zhang Junping looked at Xiaoxia and asked with a smile.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang...Aren't you afraid?" Xiao Xia stammered and asked.

If he hadn't been so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, he would definitely turn around and run away.

"That's where it is! You forgot, I am a soldier in Western Tibet. I have fought and killed people." Zhang Junping laughed.

Although the tiger's momentum was fierce, it was not enough to scare Zhang Junping.

"Sit and rest for a while, then stand up and move around quickly, or you will suffer at night.

I'll go down and have a look. Zhang Junping reminded, and then stepped over the dead tree to the place where the tiger just ate.

Looking at more than half of the sika deer left on the ground, Zhang Junping laughed: "I didn't expect that I would find the tiger's house one day."

Picking up tiger stacks is also called picking up tiger money.

It is a unique hunting method in Northeast China.

In the northeast, there are deep mountains and lush forests, lush water and grass, and many wild animals.There are many people hunting in the mountains, and there are also many wild animals hunting. Therefore, every day, injured wild animals will fall to death in the woods, and there are many leftover carcasses of wild animals that have been eaten.

People who often go to the mountains sometimes come across these things, and then pick them up, wash them, and stew them in a pot.

"Picking up leftovers" is also called "picking up stacks".

The stack is originally a place where people pile up goods.

The wild beasts in the mountains often hide the leftovers of wild animals that cannot be eaten after hunting with wild grass, snow or dead branches and leaves, and eat them when they are hungry.

The place where prey is buried is like the place where people pile up their goods.

Therefore, people habitually call tigers, wolves, foxes, eagles and other things that have not finished eating "tiger stack", "wolf stack", "fox stack", "eagle stack"...

In the Northeast, there is also a unique hunting method of picking up tiger stacks.

Experienced old hunters will go into the mountains to track tigers after heavy snow blocks the mountains.

At this time, because the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, the tiger had no way to hunt, so it could only dig out the bear's barn.

When a tiger digs a bear barn, it gets into the hole, drags the hibernating bear out of the hole, and then kills it.

After killing, the tiger will gobble up the bear's intestines first, and then eat the bear's butt, which has a lot of meat.

After eating these, the tiger is basically full.

Because tigers do not have the habit of burying their prey with dead branches and leaves, such as leopards and wolves.

The tiger was so lonely, he walked away without even looking back after eating.

At this time, the hunter hidden in the distance will come quickly and chop off the four bear paws and the remaining bear meat as quickly as possible.

If you're lucky, you might even find bear bile on the remaining liver.

Once the bear's paw is cut off, it is necessary to leave immediately, because the smell of blood will attract other beasts.

Because, it is not only human beings who follow the tiger to pick up the tiger's stack. There are also some other beasts who also like to follow the tiger to pick up the leaks.

Disaster Zhang Junping can be regarded as picking up the tiger's store, although it is only half of the sika deer.

Zhang Junping is a bold man, and he is not worried that the tiger will kill his carbine.

He went forward and picked up the sika deer, looked at it, and made another knife.

Let the blood out of it.

(End of this chapter)