Reborn in the fiery age, I am a salted fish in the mountains

Chapter 92 Training the Little Macaque

Now the situation in the mountains has changed.

There are traces of large beasts fighting there in many places.This shows that in the deep mountains now, it has become very dangerous.

Although he said he had a gun, he was not afraid to guarantee his absolute safety.

There are many small beasts that are not big in size, but are extremely ferocious and have a strong sense of territory. It is hard to guard against them.

Meet this beast.

Is it amazing to have a gun?They have not been educated, nor have they been beaten by riding rifles, so they are not afraid.

People don't even know about guns, okay?
Here the mountains are high and the forests are dense, and sometimes you just sneak into a dense forest covered by clouds and the sun. Even at noon, the light inside is similar to that at dusk, and you can't see clearly at all.

If there are civet cats and lynx lurking in this kind of place, it will be frightening every step of the way, and it will be fatal all the time!

After thinking about it, Han Xiaokang felt that he could no longer listen to the little monkey.

For everything that has one, there must be two, and if there is two, there must be three.This little monkey has just joined the Shenshan Entrepreneurship Group, so it is necessary to let the little macaque understand from the very beginning: no one will get used to it.

It doesn't listen to everything.

This hozen!
If it leads itself into the ditch, it will really make the ground not work.

Seeing that Han Xiaokang ignored him, the little macaque opened its mouth and bared its canine teeth and squeaked a few times, but didn't struggle much, so it came back obediently and led Han Xiaokang, still walking along the road of yesterday.

Guessing this little macaque, it felt that Han Xiaokang was very powerful, so it wanted to take Han Xiaokang back to its former group to pretend to be aggressive.

On the return journey this time, there were no big beasts encountered on the road.

I have encountered quite a few turtle doves, thrushes, crakes and small hares.

Han Xiaokang didn't even bother to try to shoot at them: his marksmanship was stinky, whether he could shoot or not was another matter.

Just relying on the 6.5mm riding rifle bullet diameter, it is not suitable for hitting these things.

Just like a crake, it looks quite big, probably slightly bigger than an adult's fist.

But if the crake was hit by his own riding rifle, it would be a pool of rotten meat, and there would be no good pieces of meat left to eat.

Crake is still like this,

Not to mention the more ferocious birds such as thrushes and turtledoves, which are smaller than crakes.

Even if you hit one, it's not enough bullet money.

Han Xiaokang thought to himself: It seems that next time I go out of the mountain, I really have to get some firecrackers back, and use iron sand to beat these small birds, which is just right.

Another point is that Zhou Min can also hunt, so she should be trained as well.

Otherwise, if I encounter any unexpected situation and don't go into the mountain for a month, then Zhou Min and Aju's survival problems will be difficult to solve.

This return journey is going very fast.

By the afternoon, Han Xiaokang had arrived in the Baihuapo area.

Now that he has come here, Han Xiaokang wants to get some rock honey this time no matter what.

This thing, even in this relatively poor era, is called "liquid gold" by everyone.

This is mainly because it is not easy for ordinary people to eat some sugar.

put it aside,
There are also some hawkers who will cook caramel from sweet potatoes or corn at home, and then pick it up to sell on the street, or exchange chicken feathers for sugar.

So at that time, the majority of commune members living in the countryside, no matter what, could still taste a little bit of sweetness.

Now everyone doesn't have enough food all year round, so how can there be any food to use to make caramel?
In addition, the business of buying chicken feathers has been monopolized by the buying station again. Those hawkers who used to wander around the countryside shaking rattle drums and shouting "chicken feathers for sugar" have long been cleaned up and dare not come out.

It also caused rural members to demand sugar, but they couldn't find a place to buy sugar.

However, those with better economic conditions and higher social status can buy ordinary hard candies, and even high-end crispy candies like "prawn crisps".

These sugars and honey are two different things, and their uses are different.

Even Fatty Qian, who didn't lack any materials or bills, secretly asked Han Xiaokang to find a way to help him get some rock honey.

He can take it and "care" about the leader.
It is conceivable how precious rock honey was during this period.

There are many rock bees in Baihuapo, but it is not easy to get rock honey.

Is the so-called wealth and risk seeking.

Many mountain people want to get some rock honey to sell for money, and they do not hesitate to take risks. There are certainly not a few people who are covered to death or stung every year because of this incident.

In order to make the precautions tighter.

Han Xiaokang did not choose to set foot in Baihuapo rashly, but took out the parachute he found from the cabin at the bottom of the slope.

After opening it and cutting it into pieces, I took out the medical kit again, took out the surgical needles inside and started sewing the protective cover.

This kind of surgical needle has its own curvature, which is very easy to sew.

Take the nylon rope on the parachute, split it into thin threads, and use it as thread for sewing clothes.

Beautiful is definitely not to be mentioned.

This kind of thoughtless clothes is wrinkled here, torn together there, and the stitches are so chaotic that it is indescribable.

In addition, there were little macaques jumping around non-stop, and after a while, they grabbed Han Xiaokang's hand a few times.

After a while, he hugged Han Xiaokang's calf with both paws, demanding to kick his butt.If it is not satisfied, the little macaque will keep jumping.

So Han Xiaokang had to stretch out his feet from time to time to kick its red monkey butt while he was sewing clothes.
It took about an hour.

Two sets of one big and one small, like the protective cover of Death's crown, have finally been completed.

Han Xiaokang pulled the little macaque over, grabbed his clothes and put them on him!

Freedom is used to this little confusion, how can I wear this thing, screaming in his mouth, he has to stretch out his claws to grab Han Xiaokang's hand, trying to make Han Xiaokang let go of his arm.

"Buzzing—"

The little macaque didn't cooperate, and Han Xiaokang really couldn't put the clothes on it.

If it is tough, he is afraid that the arm of the little macaque will be broken, so Han Xiaokang began to try to communicate with the little macaque: "Buzz..."

Han Xiaokang grabbed the little macaque with one hand, stretched out his index finger with the other hand, and imitated the sound of wild bees flying in his mouth.Then put the index finger that imitated the gaze into his mouth to suck
This is telling the little macaque: I am going to catch rock bees, and I want to eat that sweet thing.

I just stared at the little macaque in a daze!

Then Han Xiaokang lightly pricked the little macaque's ass with a sewing needle, and it jumped up and down in surprise!

But Han Xiaokang's arm was firmly grasped, and he jumped up and down. He could only grin his teeth and express his anger!
This monkey's butt is for kicking, is it for stabbing you? ?
Squeak! !
(End of this chapter)