Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 5

These three hunting methods of hunters are the only ones that can’t deal with the rough-skinned and thick-skinned man-bears. Last time we encountered a man-bear in Lamagou, we almost lost our lives. I also made a sudden move, but then said: "Listen to the cricket crickets and don't plant the land anymore? Human bears are not invulnerable, and they all hide in the bear cave at night. Let's go to the hills to trap a few in the dark. Huang Pizi will be back soon, so it’s nothing to take such a risk, don’t forget that our team is invincible.”

Fatty stomped his feet anxiously beside him, urging us to set off. It doesn’t matter whether it’s sooner or later to start the revolution, but he seized the day and night. After my persuasion, Yanzi finally agreed. In fact, she also wanted to use the yellow skin, but the old The secretary's words are quite prestigious in the village, and she needs someone to do her ideological work and help her overcome this psychological barrier.

The sky outside the hut in the forest farm is very cold, but the snow is no longer falling. The big moon is so white that people can see it, but the halo of the moon indicates that there will be heavy snow in the near future. It sounded like a mountain ghost whimpering and crying. When I came to the forest farm from the countryside, I had already made up my mind to wear yellow leather or foxes, and I brought all the guys I should bring. Se came to the river in the forest farm.

The surface of the river has been frozen, and there is a layer of snow on the ice. Standing on the riverside, more than ten meters away from the river, you can hear the sound of the river flowing under the ice layer. Because it is "to catch up with the winter famine", autumn is over. Halfway through, there was a sudden cold snap, so the river was frozen very weakly. If you cross the river directly on the ice, you will definitely fall into the ice hole. The safest way is to cross the river by stepping on the logs frozen in the river.

The moonlight reflects the thin snow, and the ground is covered with silver light. Long horizontal logs are raised on the river surface. They are all logs that have not been transported downstream in time and are temporarily frozen in the river. No one will sink into the river.

Looking at the surface of the river, it is not considered wide. When we actually crossed the river, we realized that the surface of the river is definitely not narrow. The three of us increased the distance and walked on the logs one by one. Because of the cold weather, our clothes were heavy and our steps were slow. It became very heavy, and the crushed ice under my feet made noises. Although it was full of thrills, I didn't know why, but I was not afraid at all in my heart. On the contrary, I was a little excited. The impulse to take risks in my bones couldn't be restrained. Exciting enough.

Crossing the river is Tuanshanzi, a forbidden area in the eyes of local hunters. The forest on this mountain is too dense, and the swallows are not sure that they can get out of this forest. The "grave" is at the foot of Tuanshanzi, not far from the river, where there is a big raised mound with no grass growing on it. There are countless holes in the mound, and yellow skins, big and small, are hiding in it. It may be because of this. The mound is like a tomb, and there are often yellow skins in it, so it is called "Huang Pizi Grave".

We didn't go directly to the "Huangpizi Grave". We found a piece of leeward red pine forest nearby. This place is downwind, and Huangpizi and all kinds of wild animals on the mountain will not smell our whereabouts. It seems that this is a natural grave. The best "ambush point", I called Fatty and Swallow over, and the three crouched behind a tree to figure out what to do.

When the fat man went out, he took out two pots of soil from the village. The soil is the wine brewed in his own pot. When he was in the forest hut, he put it in a military kettle and simmered it. He kept it in his arms when he crossed the river. When he came out, he was still exhaling with some heat. I saw that he drank sips, and he was about to come over for a few sips. Is this wine sweet or not? The soil from the tall grain stalks is burnt.

The fat man said: "Don't pick and choose. Let's have a drink together. It's warm and easy to work. It's very good to have this kind of soil shochu. We only have a few acres of thin land in this ravine. How can there be any extra food?" Wine making, but I still have a whole bottle of good wine brought from home, when I get the yellow leather, I have to cook the whole dish, let's drink two cups to relieve fatigue." Then the fat man asked me how to wear the yellow leather. leather?

I smiled, took out an egg from my shoulder bag, and said to Yanzi in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Yanzi, I saw that your reed chicken laid two eggs today, so I just borrowed one. Time is tight and the task is tight." Urgent, so I haven't had time to report to you, but I later thought that eggs are too extravagant for foxes and yellow skins, so I grabbed a handful of chicken feathers from reed chickens..."

Swallow was so angry that he thumped me on the shoulder: "You stole the eggs and it's over, why are you still pulling the feathers of my reed chicken!" The fat man hurriedly dissuaded: "We want to fight civilly and not violently, go back and I will Let this grandson write a review to dig deep into the wrong motives at the root of his thinking, but for now let's let him confess how to use chicken feathers to cover yellow leather."

I said that the yellow skin is actually the easiest. The smell of chicken feathers is enough to seduce these slanders. Swallow’s father is a veteran of fox traps. The craft of "Pi Hun Ton" has been lost. "Pi Hun Ton" is actually worthy of the name. It is a special leather bag. It is said that a secret medicine was put in it when the leather was made. Even the fox with the most sensitive sense of smell can't smell it. Its smell is different. This skin has a hexagonal opening that can only enter and cannot exit. The outer opening is round and can be stretched. It is elastic and generally gets bigger and bigger, but the opening inside the skin pouch is hexagonal, which fits into the bone seams of the yellow leather. The body of this animal can shrink, but the hexagonal hole cannot be drilled, so it is easy to get in and out. Difficult, as long as it drills out, the opening of the sac will be tightened until it dies. The reason why "Skin Hunton" is clever is that it can preserve the fur of its prey intact. For example, the value of a fox's fur depends on the tail, but if the set of traps and traps hit the fox's tail, the fox's fur will not be damaged. It's worth it.

In the village, only Yanzi’s family has a pair of “skin buns”. Her ancestors belonged to the Orion family. This “skin dumpling” has been handed down for many years. The number of yellow skins and foxes that died in it is almost countless. , because this guy is too poisonous and ruthless, and he can catch one without distinction, and hunters are most taboo to catch prey that is pregnant or has cubs. It is considered very unlucky to do so, so his father Swallow will not use it easily. .However, I have long wanted to try whether this amazing "skin ton" works well, so I secretly brought it out this time.

Put some egg white on the chicken feathers and put it in the skin bag as bait. Pour the remaining egg yolk into the empty kettle. The fallen leaves are used as a camouflage, some snow is sprinkled on them, and finally the human footprints and smells are wiped away with branches. The cover is considered complete, and all that remains is to observe from a distance to see which unlucky yellow skins fooled.

After we pretended to be "skinned", we went back to the red pine and waited hard, but there was no movement on the mountain forest and snow. The moon was in the middle of the sky, and I almost lost my patience. At this time, there was finally a When there was a movement, Fatty, Swallow, me and the three of us immediately regained our spirits. I took a closer look and was shocked in my heart. My God, this is the fairy Huang who became a spirit in Huang Pizi's grave.

(End of this chapter)