Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 152 Four Flying Dragons
When it snowed, it was accompanied by a breeze. After the snow stopped, the ground was silvery white. Wu Weiguo started to sweep the snow after breakfast.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and stared squintingly at the little calf feeding the mink, dogs, and horses, and then assembled the cart to load things.

Wu Weiguo looked up at the sky to absorb the "Essence of the Sun and the Moon", and he began to hold back the cold breath he absorbed into his stomach.

Can't we go into the mountains tomorrow?Can't we go into the mountains after sweeping the snow?The pigsty is not cleaned up, the horse pen is not cleaned up, and I want to run when I have to work!

Seeing that he could not hold back his breath and was about to break through, Wu Hao got into the carriage and muttered: "Oh! A flying dragon costs dozens, and a thousand catties of venison is five or six hundred."

"It's cold in the mountains, the road is still far away, suffer! Who can change it with me? If he goes hunting, I will sweep all the snow from the whole village and clean up the roofs for him!"

"Huh~" Wu Weiguo's breakthrough was interrupted, and he took a long breath of "San Gong", and after exhaling a white breath, he turned around and continued to sweep the snow.

"Hehe~" Wu Hao sneered with a beating expression on his face, and drove Diao and Gou to the grassland from the front street.

"Cough~" Wu Weiguo coughed out of anger, thumped his stuffy chest, his face turned red, took a few deep breaths and began to heal his wounds with "Lucky Kung Fu", looking at the distant figure with very unfriendly eyes!
Wu Hao drove the car close to the edge of the forest on the south side of the pasture and went west, letting the black wind move forward freely until it was dark and fell down.

He sat cross-legged on the carriage and took out his slingshot to practice. When his grandfather was young, he also went shopping, cutting off old tires when he was in the army.

Keep it home and make a slingshot for my son. When he grows up and wants to play with a slingshot, he and the old man go north to cut the old tires that Lao Maozi picked up.

He is good at marksmanship, and his slingshot level is passable, with a hit rate of 90.00% at around ten meters, and he can do anything beyond 15 meters.

There were many people entering the mountain before, and the prey in the south were scared away. Now it is difficult to find prey there, and no one comes to the forest next to the grassland in the north of Badger Ridge.

Tomorrow he will go southwest from the pasture, looking for flying dragons on the way, and then catching badgers.

In fact, you can continue to go west for a day and then enter the forest, where there are many prey, but there are also many wolves.

He can't do it well, and he needs to wait until he gets a dog from Lao Maozi.

When it was dark, they camped, ate and slept, got up in the morning and drove into the woods and walked a few miles to start looking for Feilong.

It snowed two fingers thick last night, and the ground was full of footprints of small animals, and there were no footprints of large beasts. In fact, the habits of flying dragons are similar to those of pheasants.

They don't like open pastures, and like pheasants, they plunge into the snow to spend the cold nights.

Usually after getting under the snow, a small opening is poked on the snow surface for breathing air, and the tail feathers block the entrance. When leaving after overnight, it will excrete 1/4 of its body weight in the snow nest.

They especially like to eat pine nuts, hazelnuts, acorns, buds, shoots, inflorescences of willows and birches, as well as fruits and seeds of various vines and herbs, as well as ant eggs and insects.

In fact, you can catch flying dragons with your hands at night, but you must first determine where the target is. Wu Hao thinks it's cold at night, so if he finds it during the day, he will shoot it with a slingshot.

After wandering around in the mountains for more than an hour, he has been carefully listening to all kinds of sounds around him, and finally heard the "chirp" call from the depths of the pine forest.

Wu Hao's face is full of joy, and his voice is very similar to that of flying dragons. They usually move in groups of three or five, and they are walking birds like pheasants.

Most of the time, it likes to walk on the ground in search of food, and spends a longer time on branches in winter.

Tie Hei Feng to a tree by the side of the mountain road, and let the dogs and minks stay here. They will make too much noise when they enter the forest, and they will easily scare away the flying dragon. At that time, they will be tired after chasing.

The flower-tailed hazel pheasant is named Feilong. In fact, this name is quite a bit of a bird. Like a pheasant, it is a waste material and can only fly 200 meters away.

Wu Hao went to look for it alone, followed the sound and approached quietly, and when the sound became clear, he took out the slingshot and mud bombs from his backpack.

Put the mud bombs into the bomb pocket and get ready, and grabbed three mud bombs in his hand, and then he carefully observed the surroundings.

He touched the forest where the flying dragon was calling, there were many birch trees here, not as hidden as the pine forest, so he walked more cautiously.

When it gets closer, hide behind a tree and observe. There is really a flying dragon ahead.

Two of them are searching for food on the ground, and the other two are squatting on the branches of birch trees. Although the flying dragons also move in small groups, they will walk more scattered and communicate with each other by calling.

Four flying dragons, two by two gathered in one place, Wu Hao was secretly happy, and moved slowly to choose a suitable shooting position under the cover of the snow bag.

Pheasants are stupid, and flying dragons are smarter than pheasants. If they have not been beaten, their intelligence is limited.

Mountain rats are active in the snow, and snow is still falling from the trees. The dragon is used to these sounds, and will not run away when there is a slight noise.

Especially in winter, they are very lazy after eating, and sometimes they take off when people are almost under the tree.

The flying dragon has a characteristic when it takes off on the ground, that is, it will run on the ground for a while before taking off, and then fly three to five meters and land on a branch instead of running away in a hurry.

At this time, you can use the slingshot to hit the second or even the third time. The flying dragon on the tree is more interesting. It directly takes off and lands a few meters away, then sprints and takes off again.

If it falls into a snowdrift, it will suffer. Like a drowning chicken, it has to flap its wings first, and it is hard to say whether it can fly.

Wu Hao approached about 13 meters away and stopped to hold his breath, and walking further would easily scare them away.

Squatting down to aim, the two on the tree are more than 200 meters away.

As long as you hit the two heads on the ground and keep them from screaming, the two flying dragons should not escape.

In order to prevent the farther one from running out of the shooting range, he chose to attack the farther one first.

"Snapped!"

The stretched rubber band rebounded, and the clay bullet was shot towards the flying dragon looking up at the distance.

Regardless of the distance of 13 meters, Wu Hao is quite sure that he can hit it. He rubbed his thumb into his palm, brought out a mud bullet and squeezed it into the bullet pocket, turned halfway around and quickly tightened the bow skin.

The first one hit the head, turned its body somersault, flapped its wings a few times and stopped moving, the second one was frightened by the sudden crisp sound and raised its head.

Immediately after, it flapped its wings and took off. The snow was up and down. It didn't see that the flying dragon was dead, but was alarmed by the light noise and wanted to fly up to the branch to watch the situation.

Before it landed, Wu Hao squeezed the bullet pocket and let go of the stretched rubber band, and the second mud bullet flew out.

The distance was not more than 12 meters, and the mud bomb hit the dragon again, and it flipped in the air and fell on the snow, flapping its wings.

The flying dragon didn't make a sound, Wu Hao's face was filled with joy, Mao Yao went over and took out the knife to bleed it, picked it up to check where the mud bomb hit, it hit the bottom of the flying dragon's neck.

The base of the neck was broken in half, so it must not be able to scream. There are branches blocking the view, so he can't see if the flying dragon in the distance is running away.

Pick up the one that was hit first and put it in the bag together, then walked over quietly with a few steps, and saw that the two flying dragons were squatting on the tree with their necks curled up, as if they were asleep.

He approached some again and raised the slingshot to shoot. The mud bullet was blocked by a branch and hit the wing of the flying dragon. The flying dragon fell down while the other flew off in a hurry.

It may be due to the panic, after it flew more than ten meters, it flew lower and lower, Wu Hao ignored it, the wing was injured and fell to the ground, the flying dragon struggled to get up, "chirp" screamed and ran away.

He followed behind and chased, but the dragon's wings were injured and he ran sideways, and ran obliquely towards the thick snow.

While chasing, he put in mud bombs. When he got close, he pulled the rubber band and stopped to aim. The second mud bomb shot out and hit the dragon's back.

The flying dragon turned over in the snow and couldn't stand up anymore, so he ran over to grab the flying dragon to let the blood out, and took it to chase the one that flew away.

After the last flying dragon landed, it ran up and took off again. This time it flew more than 100 meters and hid in the bushes.

Wu Hao only knew the general direction. When he ran through the bushes, he made a lot of noise, and the flying dragon ran away in fright.

When he heard the sound, he turned around and chased after it. The flying dragon, like a pheasant, had limited physical strength, and it flew more than 100 meters away.

Landing this time is just running. Wu Hao has good physical strength, and he can exhaust the flying dragon even in the snow, and the flying dragon can no longer fly.

He also became ruthless, just chasing it, the flying dragon couldn't run fast after taking off and landing for the third time, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

When a flying dragon runs, it has a characteristic similar to that of a chicken, that is, its head is held high and rarely shakes, as long as it runs in a straight line, it can aim easily.

The six mud bombs were shot but all missed, Wu Hao was also tired and didn't want to chase anymore, but the flying dragon in front ran into the bushes and burrowed into the snowdrift.

It can't run anymore, isn't it for nothing?

Wu Hao quickly ran over and grabbed it by the tail to bleed it out. He couldn't get tired of drinking Feilong soup for the rest of his life. A pound of Feilong meat can be sold for 400 yuan in future generations.

When it comes to the breeding season of flying dragons, there will be seven or eight eggs in a clutch, which can expand the group after hatching.

If you want to breed birds on a large scale, you need to cover the mountains and cover the forest with nets. There are many types of birds in Daxinganling.

Especially in the wetland to the west, birds can pick up eggs when they migrate to breed. It is too far away from the village, and few people have gone there in recent years.

Breeding birds is a long-term goal, Wu Hao shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and went back to find the carriage with the flying dragon.

When I got closer, I saw Mink lying on the carriage, and several dogs ran wildly in the woods, and saw the owner come back and circle around him.

Wu Hao stretched out his hand and patted each dog's head one by one, and then lit a fire to keep warm. There should be no flying dragons around here.

He didn't want to look for it anymore, a badger was worth more than a flying dragon, and the main purpose of fighting a flying dragon was not to sell it for money.

The greedy cat at home wants to eat, so give her some Feilong soup, she shouldn't miss Han Caizi's donkey too much, right?

It's quite far away from Badger Ridge, Wu Hao put Feilong in the car, took out the meat he brought at home and heated it next to the fire to feed the dog and mink.

After eating and drinking enough, he drove to the southwest. There were many fresh animal footprints on the snow. He let the dog lead the way.

Going into the mountains this time is not as anxious as the last time to hunt. If he encounters the traces left by the passing deer, he will definitely drive and follow.

Less than ten miles ahead, there is a hill in front of the left, and "a motorcycle" ran out of the woods on the east side of the mountain.

It made an arc and ran north from the south side of the hill, got into the woods on the north side and rushed out again. Just as it went up the mountain road, a row of figures not far in front startled it.

Hastily used its buttocks to "brake" and turn forward three times. After stopping, it opened its mouth "Phen'er", let out a scream, turned around, kicked the ground with its hind legs, stepped on the "accelerator" and ran back.

(End of this chapter)