Build a farm from the mountains

In the northern Daxingan Mountains in mid-October, the temperature is getting lower and lower after three o'clock in the afternoon, and can reach minus [-] or [-] degrees.

If it's the coldest time of the Chinese New Year, it's a real thing to freeze your ears off, it's definitely not a description.

It is very uncomfortable for the pig king to run in this kind of weather. When its bow is stretched out, there is water on the surface.

The cold wind brought by the running froze the surface of the bow with a layer of icy slag, and the severe pain rushed straight to his forehead. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and the only way to distract himself was to run.

When approaching the pine forest in front, the bow was already a little numb, and when I tried to retract it, the blood that had just solidified on the four holes flowed down again.

After doing this action, there was a piercing pain, and the pig king's eyes almost popped out, and he opened his mouth in pain to spit out white gas.

No sound turned into a silent roar.

To heal his wounds, he had to eat. Zhu Wang endured the pain and turned into the pine forest, intending to stop to look for food.

There was a bloody smell in the breeze blowing from the northwest, eating meat would replenish your strength faster than eating anything.

It speeded up and ran towards the smell, as long as the tiger was not hunting, it would get a bite.

The wild boar's eyesight is much better than that of the blind bear. The pig king saw a row of bushes when he walked around a few trees, and wanted to rush directly there.

It also found that there was a small path, and it still had some sense. It must have a way to walk, and it ran to the edge of the bushes and did not dare to step on the small snow wall.

Fearing that there would be stones and branches in the snow, he raised his front legs, kicked his hind legs vigorously, and jumped over the first snow wall.

I was supposed to speed up, but found that there was still a small snow wall ahead, and the first take-off was blessed with a run-up.

This time the distance to the snow wall was too close, the front legs jumped over, the height of the back legs was lower than last time, and the bow was inserted into the sleeve when it fell.

After the hind legs passed by, the cover was tightened, just at the root of the bow, and the steel wire rope was only ten centimeters long.

The pig king's hind legs felt that the ground was tight and he knew it was over. He was about to charge six hundred catties, so he couldn't stop.

As soon as I took the first step, the bow that was originally stretched forward was stretched backward by the wire rope, and it was about to break at this time.

As the second step was taken, the inertia of the body plus the tension of the wire rope, the place where the bow was wrapped was torn apart and pulled out by the roots.

"Fen'er!" Pig King's roar shook the entire mountain forest, even the rabbit in the cave was startled.

He rushed two steps out of inertia, fell on his side and slid two meters forward. The wild boar was lying on the ground, howling wildly and kicking its four legs non-stop.

The pain of the bow cannot be tolerated by a big body.

Tyson was kicked in the balls in the street, and he had to kneel down and cry, even if a truck drove across, he couldn't move.

It is equivalent to the pain of a woman giving birth to more than 100 children. If the bow is pulled out by the roots, the tiger will have to lie down and roll.

The pig king's eyeballs are about to fall out, and now his hind legs are so painful that he can't work anymore, so he smashed his head on the ground crazily.

It's more comfortable to be dead than to be alive right now.

Wu Hao was disemboweling a rabbit on the grass a few hundred meters away when he heard the first howl of a wild boar from the east.

I was still wondering, why is it so miserable?It's all a little scary.

There was continuous howling, and he guessed where he was injured, but he couldn't believe it because of the pig.

Big Brown ran over with the dogs and saw the rolling wild boar. They were also stunned, feeling that this guy had no fighting power.

This kind of madness made them dare not go up and bite. If they were kicked by a pig's hoof, they would be seriously injured.

Wu Hao observed in the woods with a gun in his hand, saw that the wild boar hadn't gotten up yet, looked towards the bush path, and found a bow hanging on the snow wall.

I couldn't help but cursed: "What are you doing putting it in the case?"

Knowing that the wild boar is disabled, I walked ten meters away from it, called the dog back, waited for the wild boar's head to turn to this side, and shot it to end its pain.

In the past, when I saw the body shape, I thought of the old Zhao Tou's words, more than 600 catties, a broken fang, and injuries all over the body.

This is the wild boar that stripped the pants. I didn't expect to meet it here, and it's worth 200 yuan.

I didn't expect it to be so easy to kill. If the wild boar was not fatally injured, it would be difficult to deal with.

In fact, he didn't want to earn the 200 yuan. The [-] catties of wild boars were so arrogant, the meat was still inedible, and it was difficult to carry it to the car.

Pulling to the village in the south of the township, seeing the embarrassing face of the captain's daughter-in-law is also quite bad.

The stinky chest would affect his hunting here, so he covered his mouth and nose with a dog fur hat, pulled out his knife, opened his mouth and threw his intestines aside.

He also cut some meat to feed the dogs, and took out some bones and internal organs. It was estimated that there were [-] catties left in the wild boar before stopping.

It's freezing tonight, and tomorrow he can carry it into the car by himself, and let someone else take it to the captain's house.

Bury the discarded pork and intestines in snow. If wolverines or the like come to eat them, they may still be trapped.

That counts as fishing, too.

After working these days, it was almost dark, and I went to the small grass to pick up the lynx and the sack for the rabbit, and led the dog back to the tent to eat and rest.

Thirty miles to the southeast, Zhang Liang was also digging out a snow cave to prepare for sleeping. If it hadn't been for several days of strong winds, there would be no snow pockets by the forest.

For the past few days, he had been looking for a leeward place to light three fires, and when he slept at night it was very uncomfortable to be hot and cold.

At noon today, I saw the footprints of a ferret, and after following for three or four miles, I realized that the little guy was migrating.

It doesn't necessarily take long to catch up, and it may not be able to catch him. Seeing that it is getting dark, I hurried back.

After such a delay, he was dragged another twenty miles by the pig king.

When I went to the edge of the forest, I saw that the snow between the two soil bags was seventy to eighty centimeters thick. I tried to dig out the snow shell if it would not collapse.

After clearing the snow inside, he lit two small fires, and made a vent on the west side. The snow cave was so short that he couldn't sit up yet.

The width is only 1.5 meters six, the ground is still a little sloping, and it always slips towards the fire while sitting.

Satisfied with having a place to stay, Zhang Liang took out a kettle from his arms and filled it with wine while others filled it.

It’s just to keep out the cold when I go to bed at night. There are less than four taels of wine in the kettle now, so I’m going to drink all of it, and then fill it with hot water to keep warm.

Small iron pots are not easy to buy, and they are troublesome to carry. He uses a large tea mug with a service for the people to boil water.

To fix the tea mug not to use wood, he took out an iron chisel from his backpack, which his father got back from the forest farm.

Pull out the ax at the back of the waist and nail the iron chisel next to the fire, and tie the handle of the tea mug to it with iron wire.

I haven't slept well in the past few days, but I can eat enough. I killed a stupid roe deer on the way and smoked a lot of meat. I feel like vomiting after eating meat continuously.

After eating hard, I went out to make it easier, picked up some branches for later use, and went back to the snow cave to block the door.

The vent was made smaller, and when the fire burned out, the temperature in this small space was already very high.

Now I have to hold back when I urinate, and when I go out to ventilate and get cold again, I push the leftover ashes to the corner and cover them with snow.

After laying down the pine branches and then laying the bear skin, he did not pull out the iron chisel in the middle when he lay down. With this thing stuck, he would not slip out to the other side.

Using a backpack as a pillow, wrapped in a bearskin and sleeping on my side with two guns in my arms, it was almost nine o'clock at night.

The black blind man was still five miles away from him. The bear's running speed was not much slower than the wild boar, but it couldn't run the wild boar.

The short-distance sprint was okay, and it was strenuous to run two miles in a row. The black bear didn't run very far when it was first injured.

When the wound is blown by the wind, it hurts like a knife cutting flesh. At this time, it will jump forward. After walking for six or seven miles, it is tired, and the pain of the wound at the back door has also eased a lot.

Hibernation sleeps for six or seven days and wakes up hungry. If the wound needs to heal quickly, he needs to eat, so he wanders in an oak forest.

The black bear can't turn things forward, it digs under the belly vigorously, patting its head with its paws when the wound hurts from the snow and dirt.

If I couldn't stand it anymore, I continued to run, and continued to search for food in the dark when the pain was relieved. Although it has poor eyesight, it has a keen sense of smell.

This time Fan Xue was very careful, found the acorn and put it in his mouth, sat down on the ground habitually, and then rushed out with an "ow".

The wound on the back door was even more painful when it was stuck to the snow. This time I ran quite a distance, and when I walked into the woods, I always crossed my hind legs.

After ten o'clock in the evening, I finally had enough food, and I didn't dare to lie on my stomach when I went to the leeward place. I slept on my side, my buttocks were heavy, and it hurt when I squeezed the wound.

It was still cold when I slept on my back, and after two hours I couldn't stand the cold, and then I curled up on my side to sleep, enduring the pain even if it hurt.

After eating and digesting, it must be excreted. When it comes to throw shit after one o'clock, it pulls it out without thinking, and the back door is torn open again.

It was more evil than Xuexie to get feces on the wound, and the pain caused the blind man to jump up and scratch his head with his claws like a human.

If there is hair, it may be pulled down a lot.

It didn't cry out, it held its head up and opened its mouth wide, its whole body was trembling, and it couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.

The feces sticking to the wound has been hurting, and the black blind man also has the ability to judge, and feels that the sticking snow is less painful.

It sits on the snow and rubs, runs again when it hurts, and rubs when it slows down. This kind of tossing is very exhausting.

Walking to the two dirt bumps, the feces on the wound were gone, and it was tired and sticking out its tongue.

Although my eyesight is poor, I can feel the temperature difference in the snow two meters away, and I can also smell spicy, smokey, and "similar" smells.

When bears hibernate, they will also go into the same kind of warehouse, as long as they don't disturb them, they will live in peace.

The premise is that they are all black bears, because brown bears have a bad temper and may even kill their own kind.

The blind man wanted to continue hibernating, but he was tired and cold, so he went to the snow bag and gently pulled out the hole.

Afraid of snow sticking to the wound and waking up the same kind to be attacked.

Feeling the heat inside, it found that the hole was too short. It rolled its small eyes and crawled in like a human.

The hole is not wide enough, so I can only lie on my side, which is better than being outside in the cold, and it will not delay hibernation.

The black blind man couldn't see that it was just a snow bag, and thought it was a small hole in the earth, otherwise he wouldn't lie down and hibernate.

He also raised his right arm to embrace the "similar".

It was past two o'clock at this time, Zhang Liang felt cold and was about to wake up, and died of sleep because of drinking.

He hasn't slept well in the past few days, he was warmed by the bear's hug again, so he fell asleep again, and the black bear behind him was exhausted from running and tossing, and snored slightly.

(End of this chapter)