Chapter 2 Chapter two

(...the butterfly landed on the stone wall of the temple, getting bigger and bigger, and the mother's head hit her foot, and she called out "Mother!" The mother's eyes were completely white. ) Bandits and wolves devastated a county, and a certain family suffered a tragic fate. You can find such examples almost everywhere in the annals of counties in southern Shangzhou.In the 30 to 40 years from the last century to the beginning of this century, there were no fewer than dozens of bandit riots in Shangzhou, but in each bandit riot, wolves played a great role in causing great harm. Those old bandit leaders followed the new However, the savagery, ferocity, and pursuit of flesh and blood of wolves continue to drill deeper into people's consciousness inch by inch like nails.Such is their notoriety.I have been to Shangzhou three times. One night, I was sitting in the courtyard of a family having dinner when someone shouted at the entrance of the village: "Wolf is coming!" , The windows on the gable wall, which is as tall as a person, have also lowered the bars.When the whole family entered the main room, the host wondered, "Is it true that wolves have come? Haven't wolves entered the village for many years?!" He took a shiny hatchet and walked out. Sure enough, it turned out that wolves hadn't come. to the village.Although it was a false alarm, it was like someone suddenly calling out an earthquake in a city, and there was bound to be confusion among the crowd.And so far in all the families, the children are crying, and the adults are still saying: cry again, and the wolf will come!The crying stopped abruptly. Although the child had never seen a wolf, it might be difficult to see a wolf again in his life when he grew up.

That woman, let’s continue to supplement the material of the story: the woman died after all, but her daughter and son survived with difficulty.The daughter was adopted by the neighbor she met in the temple, and soon went to the provincial capital with her adoptive father to do business. This daughter really enjoyed the blessing.No one cares about his son, but he grew wild day by day while wandering, and finally became a hunter.Hunters in Shangzhou have to shave their heads clean in spring, summer, autumn and winter, wear leggings, and wear hemp shoes. Although the black coarse cloth double-breasted jacket has buttons, it is not buttoned. of.Carrying a shotgun and leading a hound.The dog is of course a native dog, with a small head, a thin waist, and extraordinarily long legs. Its tail was cut off since childhood, and it looks black and ugly like a ghost.This hunter has hunted wild animals all his life. When his son was born, he used the chest furs of a hundred wolves to form an extra-large mattress, and covered the five-foot-by-eight-foot-long soil kang until it reached the bottom of the bed. land.Since his son was five years old, he took his son out hunting, taught the little guy to skin the wolf himself, stretched his tender hands into the hot peeled wolf cavity, and pulled out the intestines, letting blood splash on his face like peach blossoms.Seeing the wind grow, the son is already more heroic than his father, and has become the captain of the Shangzhou wolf hunting team.The wolf hunting team has hundreds of people at most. They travel across the state and counties for many years, and they have a fierce aura on them. Wherever they go, the wild animals either flee upon hearing the news, or gather to take revenge, and staged scenes of heroic and interesting stories Folk praise.The local government has never invested in the wolf hunting team, but the wolf hunting team has food and drink, everyone is rich, and many delicatessen shops have appeared, feeding many people, and even opened a wolf hair brush in Shangzhou city. The other Langhao pen factories all use weasel hair, and they are definitely real Langhao, so the business is naturally more prosperous.

However, when the heroic hunter was forty-two years old, the number of wolves became less and less, and the wolf hunting team was cut down again and again, so that even they could hardly see wolves anymore.In the winter of the following year, the State Administrative Office promulgated regulations on the protection of wild animals and prohibiting the hunting of wolves. The wolf hunting team was naturally disbanded, and it is said that the Langhao Pen Factory also closed down.The captain of the wolf hunting team, the last task he accepted was to assist in the collection of hunting guns scattered in the entire Shangzhou, and to conduct a census of the number of wolves still existing in the entire Shangzhou.In the process of collecting shotguns, he had quarrels with almost all the hunters.The last gun confiscated was in the Qili Gorge. It was raining, and the slate house jingled all night. He had a dream on the hot slate kang: hundreds of wolves surrounded him and plotted against him. Pi, with a gentle tone, chattering, and pointing his toes on the back of his hand as if angry, but hundreds of times on one spot, the flesh on the back of his hand rotted, and the white bones were exposed, and he woke up with a start. , out of a sweat.The strange thing is that when he was dreaming, the owner of the house whose shotgun was confiscated went to the spring to scoop water at dawn, and there was a wolf sitting on the cliff behind the spring. He opened a mirror and combed his fur with his paws.The owner immediately prostrated himself on the ground, as if holding the gun, but the gun was no longer in the owner's hand, it was a pole carrying water, and the wolf rushed towards him.The idea of ​​the wolf is to open its bloody mouth and swallow the human head whole, but the head only reaches the depth of the mouth. In the end, the hunters crowded the wolf at the root of the cliff until the wolf suffocated to death, and the human lost too much blood. die.He buried the Orion man with tears in his eyes, took off the wolf skin and put it on his back for half a year.

This wolf fur made him a quilt when he went out, and spread it everywhere to keep out the cold and damp, but he often felt itchy all over his body in his sleep.He didn't pay attention to it at first, thinking it was because the leather was not yet ripe, but every time something happened, the wolf's fur would stand up, and you couldn't rub it down with your hands.At that time, he finally invited the woman he had a crush on to put on wolf fur. He failed, and then he realized how incompetent he was. Such as wheat awn.He beat the wolf skin, but did not finally throw away the wolf skin.From then on, every night, he would wake up from the wolf skin several times. Under the clear wind and moonlight, the past became an inexhaustible dry food, and astringent tears fell quietly.

Another half a year has passed, and his name is on the roster of members of the Ecological and Environmental Protection Committee of the Administrative Office, but he did not go to the state city. People saw Fu Shan, leading a dog, alone in a road beside the official road. Drinks in the shop. "Captain, captain!" Call the captain, he is silent, a pair of pointed ears on his ashen head, and they are higher than the eyebrows; when you call him Fu Shan, the wine glass held by the three fingers stops in the air, and the ears are moving, but The face still refused to turn around.He drinks a lot, eats even more, and piles up a large plate of steamed stuffed buns filled with radish, and then disappears.But the dog was catching flies under the table, slapped it, and slapped it on the wall behind the table. What landed on the wall was not a fly, but a nail, and cursed angrily: "Wow, woof!"There was a lot of noise in the restaurant next door, and when there was a commotion over there, someone ran over and said, Fu Shan, Fu Shan, Scarface is making trouble again!Fu Shan still didn't move, the wine spilled on the table, he bent his head to suck it, and the dog began to lie down and stretched out.People couldn't move Fu Shan, but there was a sound of shattering bowls and dishes next door, and the spectators yelled and fled in all directions. Fu Shan came over with his body leaning forward. He always walked forward and said when he entered the door: "Could it be that the wolf is coming?"

In front of the Eight Immortals table, a thin man with a scar on his face was kicking on the stool. In front of him was the wine and meat placed by the shopkeeper. He didn’t eat it. He wiped a handful of thick snot on the leg of the stool with his hand, patted his face and said "Shopkeeper Qu, do you think I'm not good-looking if I can't pay for it? Brother, this face was cut off during the debt collection! If I can't pay for it today, will I come back tomorrow?" Fu Shan sat across the table, and the dog's front paws rested on the edge of the table.Fu Shan said: "You are here to collect debts, so you don't come to the stall of a funeral?" Scarface said: "Oh, who is this?!" Fu Shan punched the man, and the man fell off the stool , Before he recovered, he saw a shadow drifting across the table, and his head was pressed to the brick floor.His head was crushed to death, but his body was still alive and well.Fu Shan yelled: "God's son came to Xiong'er River to play fiercely! Take the knife and unload this end!" His scar-faced teeth knocked on the brick floor, and he kept calling: "Brother, Brother!" Fu Shan said: "I'm not as old as you!" Scarface said, "Captain, Captain Fu Shan!" Fu Shan said, "You still know my name?" He let go, Scarface kowtowed, and said, "Who doesn't I know you, who is blind!" He stood up and poured wine to offer a toast to Fu Shan, but Fu Shan refused to take his drink: "The shopkeeper, if you owe money to others, you will pay them back, so that no one will disturb the place! "Turning around and walking along the door, everyone applauded.

"Fu Shan is a hunter after all!" "He's not considered a hunter, is he?" The dog originally had a bone in the debris of the dish, and gnawed it so much that it salivated. Seeing that the owner had gone out, the dog lost the bone all at once, grabbed the roll of wolf skin in its mouth, and ran briskly with all four hooves. Like a housekeeper and a servant.Someone sighed, "This dog is rich and noble", and the dog has a very warm name since then. However, who would have expected that those who used to be hunters would slowly contract a disease. The disease is very strange. First, they are listless, weak, and their eyesight is weakened. skinny.One of the most serious cases, a man surnamed Jiao, went to the hospital for treatment. The doctor couldn't tell what kind of disease he had. He suspected that he had experienced gravity or poor living conditions. Hunting, plowing basically depends on cattle, and lighting basically depends on oil. "What's more," said the doctor, "then it's best not to have sex with your wife in the future."The doctor knew that he had misheard, and said again: "Don't have sex." He became irritable: My grandfather's surname is Jiao, my father's surname is Jiao, why can't my surname be Jiao? !The doctor had no choice but to swear, and asked him if he was over-exposed?He said in a low voice: I used to be a hunter, and I basically relied on my hands.The doctor said oh and stopped asking.The man died later, his body shrunk down to the size of a four or five-year-old child.When the news spread, Fu Shan also found that his ankles were weak, but what kind of character Fu Shan was, he didn't dare to tell anyone how he felt. He only came to the Yinhua River silently at night when the moon was thin. Looking at the misty opposite bank, a gust of wind clearly conveyed the stench of beasts, and he knew that there was a wolf in the woods over there.Sure enough, the wolf started to walk out of the forest and howl in the moonlight, the howling was slow and long.Fu Shan could understand the language of wolves, and the translation of the wolf's cry was: She-wolf, she-wolf, where are you?As a hunter, Fu Shan felt extremely ashamed, because the wolf had clearly seen him, and even pretended to be a limp, walked more than ten meters away with a limp, and then flirted with him in circles. .Fu Shan didn't carry a gun. At this time, his ankles were extremely weak and he couldn't support himself, so he fell and sat on the river beach.

Ten days later, Fu Shan finally put on his hunting suit again, carried the shotgun smeared with wolf blood on his back, and of course Fugui, and went out.His luggage was very simple. In his pockets were only money and a piece of amulet with an unmarried woman's menstrual blood on it, and the wolf fur tied into a roll.He came to Chizi, the old county seat, and he wanted to visit the real wolf den in Shangzhou again.