Mountain driving career since 1982

Chapter 254 The Last Stubbornness
No need for Jiang Zewei to continue talking, Lu Lu knew the result.

The eyes of the three old men were all red, and they all remained silent and stopped talking.

It's just that each of them refilled their pipes and puffed on, as if they wanted to use the irritating and pungent smoke to cover their eye sockets, trying hard to restrain the tears from rolling out.

After a while, Jiang Zewei sighed deeply: "Old fellows, we are all old, and I really miss the days when my brothers and I went to the mountains to collect ginseng... I said I am not afraid of your jokes, although I am lame Legs, and I always want to go to Changbai Mountain to pick ginseng again, as long as I can walk in that mountain."

"You still want to dig a stick, but with your leg, it's hard to get out of Yichun."

Long Yuewang held the tobacco rod of the big pipe pot, clasped his hands on a stone embedded in the soil and knocked on the ground, shaking out the remaining tobacco residue inside, he sighed: "I don't have that idea I guess I'll live for another year or two, and I should be buried in the soil, and I can't even walk for breath now."

"Brother, don't think about it. Now, the girl is married to a good man, her son has a family, and she still has a job in the forest farm. It's considered complete. Enjoy your life and don't worry about it."

Li Minghai smiled at Jiang Zewei: "I'm about the same as Brother Long. I'll come to your place. It takes a lot of effort to climb this slope. I don't know if I can survive this winter."

Lu Lu didn't say much, he could feel the sadness of losing his brother, the powerlessness of his old age, and the deep regret.

This regret, accompanied by them for most of their lives, is afraid that they will have to be brought into the soil.

Not everyone has the opportunity to live a new life like Lu Lu, and have the opportunity to make up for regrets.

He thought to himself: You have to take care of it!

As if feeling that the atmosphere was too depressing, Wang Demin waved his hand: "I can't chat with you brothers. Even I feel old when I chat. I'll go and see this meat. It should be cooked for so long. It's..."

He got up and walked to the pot, poked it with his chopsticks, and said happily: "It's ready, if you want me to say, you should be like me, you should eat, drink, and think about it so much. It's over, let's live the present well...Brother Jiang, how are you going to eat this meat?"

"Of course it's with wine!"

Jiang Zewei also laughed: "When cooking the meat, I just put some salt and nothing else. When I finished the meat, I went to the back mountain to find some wild shallots and wild leeks. I will make them later. Throw a few peppers into the ashes and roast them into a paste, and dip some in water. We used to be lucky to get meat in the mountains, and we often do this, and the taste is not bad.”

When he said this, he looked back at the road leading to the entrance of his courtyard, and muttered: "What's the matter with Zhang Shaofeng, I told him to get some wine when he left in the morning, and there is no one around at this time... ..."

"I'm training my son at home, repairing tires!" Lu Lu said with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zewei asked with a smile.

Lu Lu immediately told about the good deeds Zhang Shaofeng's twin sons had done, which made several old men laugh out loud.

Now that the meat was cooked, as the only "young man" present, he naturally took over the follow-up work.

He poked pieces of donkey meat out of the pot with chopsticks and put them in a basin to cool, then removed the bones, asked Jiang Zewei, brought a chopping board and a kitchen knife, and cut half a basin of meat and tripe from various parts , was so hot that he kept soaking his hands in cold water.

Wang Demin was busy roasting the peppers, and the courtyard was filled with the pungent smell of peppers. Even the chasing wind tied outside the courtyard kept snorting, and the green dog whined and barked. tethered.

While they were dipping in the water, Zhang Shaofeng and Chen Xiuqing came up along the way one after the other.

Zhang Shaofeng saw it from a distance, and laughed first: "It's better to come early than to come at a good time, you can eat ready-made ones."

"You two boys are lazy. If you don't bring good wine, you will be lazy today."

Jiang Zewei smiled at Zhang Shaofeng and Chen Xiuqing.

Zhang Shaofeng raised the four bottles of wine in his hands: "Beidacang... still satisfied?"

"You've passed the test!" Jiang Zewei said with a cheerful smile.

Chen Xiuqing smiled and said, "I didn't bring the wine, but I brought a flying dragon."

"Flying dragon... this thing is good!"

Jiang Zewei limped towards it, took the flying dragon that Chen Xiuqing was carrying, turned around and walked into the house.

"Brother... what are you doing? The dragon meat in the sky and the donkey meat on the ground come together, and it's rare to touch one. Are you planning to hide it?"

When Long Yuewang saw Jiang Zewei like that, he immediately cried out.

Li Minghai chased after him directly, and pulled Jiang Zewei not to let him go: "Why do you think I have a big brother like you..."

Long Yuewang did the same. He put the big cigarette pot aside, and followed him, busy grabbing the flying dragon.

Seeing the three old heads making noise like children, the rest of them laughed.

"Qingzi, how did you get this flying dragon!" Lu Lu asked looking back at Chen Xiuqing who was giggling.

"Brother Lu, you might not believe me, but an old kite knocked it down from a tree. When my sister and I were loading moss, I knocked it down by the side of the car and picked up a ready-made one. I brought it with me, saying that it is rare for Uncle Jiang to eat this meat..."

Chen Xiuqing smiled.He didn't expect that the three old men would make such a fuss over Feilong.

The old kite, a kind of raptor very common in the Northeast, is also called the old kite eagle, bird eagle.It feeds on sparrows or domestic chickens. It is very common near the countryside. It is smaller than an eagle. Its feathers are taupe, its belly is white, there are russet horizontal stripes, and its feet are yellow.

Probably because of its small size, it is usually unable to beat a rooster, which is why the old kite eagle catches a chicken, and it has evolved into a classic game that children will play: the eagle catches a chicken.

Lu Lu was not at all surprised when the old kite hit and fell next to him, but what surprised him was that he was able to run into a flying dragon.

But I heard Chen Xiuqing approaching Lu Lu and whispered: "When my sister and I hugged the moss, we also found seven small flying dragons that could not fly. After a lot of effort, they were all caught and taken back by my sister. Keep it."

"This luck is fine!"

Lu Lu laughed, he had to find a place to raise it when he went back.

"Xiuyu has a heart... Man, thank her for me when I go back, I really haven't had it for several years!"

Jiang Zewei let go of the flying dragon, walked back limping, and when Chen Xiuqing said that the flying dragon was sent by Chen Xiuyu, he congratulated him approvingly: "You two are a good match, I wish you all the best in life together .”

Lu Lu smiled: "Thank you, uncle, I will send you some to try later when I call."

The old man's blessing is rare.

Jiang Zewei nodded happily: "Okay..."

Lu Lu looked at the flying dragon caught by Long Yuewang, and greeted it with a smile: "I'll make you a flying dragon soup. It happens that there are wild leeks and wild onions. I learned the method from the old Oroqen hunter!"

"The Oroqen people know how to eat flying dragons... Everyone has a good meal today." Li Minghai said with a smile.

Lu Lu didn't have any ink stains, and immediately called Chen Xiuqing to help him boil the water.

For a mouthful of Feilong soup, each of them waited for more than 20 minutes, watching Lu Lu remove the feathers of the Feilong bird, and then use boiling water to scoop the Feilong meat into the soup, and finally stew it for a while. Tsk tut praise this idea is wonderful.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Jiang Zewei insisted not to go back to the house, brought firewood, and burned the fire very vigorously. A group of people gathered around half a pot of donkey meat and those flying dragon soup in the yard and chatted while eating.

Lu Lu could guess that Jiang Zewei was still thinking about the days when he ate and drank with his brothers in the wilderness shack when he was looking for ginseng, so he insisted on staying outside.

Those Feilong soup and meat were quickly divided and eaten. They didn't cook today, obviously because they wanted to use donkey meat as their staple food.

Donkey meat is between mutton and beef. It is not fishy or smelly, has no peculiar smell, and does not have the fatness of pork. This is a half-sized donkey. The meat is more tender, chewy and rich in layers. With this A simple dip full of mountain flavors, with a special flavor.

On the grounds that he wanted to lead the dog back to the basement, Lu Lu accompanied the others to drink a little.

Listening to a few people chatting, they gradually returned to the past when they collected ginseng.

The most glorious time of life is always unforgettable, probably because of this, the three old men are a little drunk.

At the end of the meal, Jiang Zewei began to shake while sitting.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he would chat with Lu Lu from time to time, mostly asking about Lu Lu's hunting.

There is no need for Lu Lu to talk about such things. He has always admired Lu Lu very much. Chen Xiuqing, who usually talks very little, has become sharp-tongued. In addition to Zhang Shaofeng, the two excitedly hunted Lu Lu. He said those things, and Uncle Jiang nodded again and again.

"My son, he is not interested in releasing mountains. The things in my head... What a pity! If anyone has the ability to accompany me to Changbai Mountain again, all these things in my head will be him of."

Jiang Zewei looked at Lu Lu intentionally or unintentionally with blurred eyes through Jiu Jin.

Lu Lu had a very direct feeling, Jiang Zewei said this to him.

But Lu Lu is also very clear that this Jiang Zewei is already 70 years old. Although Lu Lu knows that he is limping, his body is also very strong, and he can still walk around the village with a cane after a few years , but that is into the mountains.

The mountains of Changbai Mountain are much taller, steeper and more complicated than the mountains of Xiaoxing'an Mountains, and it is not easy to take such an old man along.

Although he really wanted to gain those valuable experiences, things had to be weighed carefully.

If an accident happened accidentally, it would be difficult to explain to these people in his family.

So Lu Lu just smiled and didn't speak up immediately.

After eating and drinking enough, Li Minghai and Long Yuewang were greeted by Chen Xiuqing and Zhang Shaofeng and sent back one by one.

Wang Demin also controlled his alcohol intake very well, so he went back by himself.

When General Lu Lu finally led Zhuifeng and Qinggou to leave, Jiang Zewei unsteadily packed several catties of donkey meat in a bag for Lu Lu.

After Lu Lu left, his wobbly figure stabilized all of a sudden, and even those blurred eyes became sharper, and he didn't even look half drunk.

He limped into the house in the dark, reached the big kang, lit the oil lamp, first opened the lynx meat that Lu Lu sent, and found that it was a whole one, he was slightly stunned, and said to himself: "It's really Generosity... this thing is rare and worth a lot of money."

Afterwards, he walked to the gate again, looked outside the yard for a while, then returned to the house, took out a back basket from the cabinet, and put it on the big kang.

Things were taken out of the back basket one by one: cable sticks, Kuidang sticks, bone sticks, Kuidang saws, Kuidang scissors, Kuidang shovels, mountain vine hand hooks, iron short knives, and thin-backed axes.

The same tools are all old objects, but they are well preserved, as if they have been touched and wiped frequently, the iron does not show any rust, the handles are well coated, and the quick sticks made of antlers and deer bones The resulting bone stick is also as warm and moist as jade.

"This man is generous, benevolent, quick-witted and calm. He is a very good candidate. I wonder if he will be the one to take me to Changbai Mountain again...in this life, the last time!"

Looking at the tools placed on the kang, Jiang Zewei still insisted on the last stubbornness in his career of seeking ginseng.

　Thank you book friends for your continuous encouragement and support, I got the first boutique badge in my life!
　　Sincere thanks!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)