Chapter 10 chapter Ten

(... At the home of the former wolf hunters in Shahezi, I first felt ashamed of my creamy complexion and lack of beard.) That night, we returned to Zhoucheng, and I called the commissioner to inform the commissioner that we were going to take pictures of fifteen wolves the next day.But the commissioner arrived at the hotel early the next morning, and he even set up a simple farewell ceremony. "Old Comrade Fu," he raised his glass and said to his uncle, "it was right to hunt wolves in the past, because wolves threatened our survival. The wolf hunting team and you, the captain, have made meritorious service. Now wolves are going to be extinct, and we Protecting the wolves, you are also meritorious, I thank you on behalf of the people of Shangzhou and the administrative office, and I also wish you to accompany Comrade Gao Ziming to do a good job in taking pictures this time!" Of course the uncle was very excited, he not only raised his neck and drank the wine toasted by the commissioner , and also thanked the Commissioner, saying that he had nothing to thank, and when he drank again, he poured half a bottle of wine into a bowl and wanted to drink it.The commissioner hurriedly persuaded him to clink glasses with him separately. He said, "Commissioner, I have something to tell you!" The shotguns were also handed in, leaving him as the only gun owner, but after the census of wolves, it was time for him to hand in his guns on this day. He asked for permission to take pictures of the fifteen wolves. He was allowed to keep the gun, "A gun is half a hunter, and a hunter without a gun is not a dog!" I didn't expect the uncle's request, and the commissioner was also embarrassed. After pondering for a long time, he finally agreed to his request. Clinging to the commissioner's hand, he almost fell to his knees. "Is that so, let me inform your County Public Security Bureau," the commissioner supported him, "It's a special case, you need a gun during the photo shoot, can you keep it after the photo is over, you, Comrade Fu Shan, should have a gun , are you still a hunter, and you can still shoot pheasants in the future!" Uncle needs the title of hunter and a shotgun so much, and the special care of the commissioner makes me happy for my uncle!However, after my uncle bid farewell to the commissioner after eating, he said to me: "Is a hunter just hunting pheasants? Is hunting pheasants a hunter?!"

After all, uncle was very happy to go on the road with me in the end. We were not just the two of us on the road, but another one, and that was the bad guy.Rotten head was waiting for us at the crossroads outside the state city. He was leaning against a willow tree, in front of him was a bedroll, a wine jug, and a cat stood on his shoulder, and the cat combed his hair back seriously.I thought it was an ancient style, as it is often described in "Water Margin", who came to toast my uncle and me, but he insisted on going with us. "Captain, you have to let me follow you, I am also a hunter!" He said, the cat was still standing on its shoulders, with its front paws clasped together as if to bow.

"Are you going too?" My uncle and I were stunned. When we were in Shahezi, he showed no sign of following us, so my uncle said, "You are lying, you have such a bad headache, you go with us? !" "If I stay at home again, my end will be blown into eight pieces!" Rotten head said, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die in the hunt..." "Where is this going hunting and taking pictures of fifteen wolves!" "But I always deal with wolves! I've thought about it, wolves have iron heads, hemp stalks, legs and tofu waists. I have a headache and I have to punch it with my fist. I deserve to be an iron head. Maybe when I'm with wolves, I will get headaches too." Okay. Besides, I have a cat, and when the cat scratches my head, it’s just my wife giving me a massage, and there’s also Fenbid, can’t I be a coolie for you?”

Uncle Chi was there, and he looked at me for the last time, and I said, "That's fine." "That's what you said!" said the uncle. "Then he is also a hunter." "I'll let the administrative office reimburse the expenses," I understood my uncle's cunning intentions, and said with a blink of an eye, "but I can't ask the commissioner to approve a gun for him." In this way, Lantou participated in our operation as a non-staff member. The joining of Lantou reminded me of Zhongzhu Bajie and Monk Sha, and even reminded me of Friday in "Don Quixote", so I once called him a Back to "Friday", he raised his head and said: Today is Thursday!I didn't dare to say anything more.The rotten head was very excited, and he had to name everyone in our group. As usual, he called his uncle the captain, and called me the secretary, because I was the only party member among the three. He proclaimed himself the secretary. My secretary, if there is no one else, call me a rotten head."Uncle's small dog is named Fugui, and he struggled a lot to name the cat. The cat is a female cat, and he finally named it Cuihua.Fuhu and Cuihua are a couple. Although there is no vigorous atmosphere, but the folk flavor is very strong. Based on this, I like him more and more.

"Do you know why I call the cat Cuihua?" he whispered. "Called Shunkou." "My first love is called Cuihua, and I dreamed about her last night!" "If you love her so much, why didn't you marry her?" "People look down on our people." He made a strange face, his chin protruded, his lips retracted, a pair of eyes turned white, his face was stretched suddenly, and his cheeks sank into a pit, he looked like a wolf.In the days to come, Lantou likes to tell me about his sexual history. He boasted that he was ugly, but he was lucky. He had sex with more than a dozen women in his village. His surname was Qin in the alley. To marry a daughter-in-law, he made a bet on the first day that he could do that before the woman came to worship. If others didn't believe him, he succeeded as expected, and he even took back a pair of flowery trousers from the woman. "You have to be tough, women can't stand hard hands, but you have to have real skills, once she is comfortable, she will thank you if she doesn't hate you." He said that snacking is what the body needs, if you really want some affection , then you have to find a good friend. Besides his fat wife, he also has two good friends. He used to hunt and often gave them brocade chicken and yellow mutton. For this reason, the captain got angry several times and wanted to fire him.I suddenly remembered one thing, I have lived with my uncle for so long, why have I never heard him talk about his home.

"He has no home," said the rotten head. "You are a cunning rabbit, he doesn't have a home?" "Rabbits are weak, and only rabbits have three caves. Have you ever seen a tiger have a home? Wherever a tiger goes, it is a home." "So, my uncle has a lot of photos?" "Where does he have it? He is a giant panda." "what?!" Lantou said in a low voice: "You must not mention this to outsiders. Your uncle's furniture is not good. I found one before, but it didn't work. I have been timid since then, and I always regret that I used to masturbate too much..."

I suddenly thought of my uncle's secretive behavior when he urinated, and felt sorry for him. "I don't believe it, without that, men often lose their ambition, but uncle looks like that, who wouldn't say he is heroic?" "He just made himself more of a hunter!" We were talking in a low voice here, and my uncle was lying sideways on the lawn in the distance. The grass was very deep, and it was dried sage grass in winter. It looks like a tiger again.He half-opened his eyes to see a sparrow on the treetop next to him. The sparrow was chirping. He suddenly flicked a stone up from his hand. The movement was quick and swift, and he lay there peacefully, but the sparrow fell in front of us. On the ground, his head was broken.The rotten head happily asked me to gather firewood for the fire. He stuffed a stick into the sparrow's buttocks and roasted it back and forth on the fire. I didn't understand what he was going to do. The roasting was half-baked, and he said: "Do you want to eat it?" I said Ang, "Can you eat this too?" He said, "It's delicious," took a bite, as if he suddenly remembered that there was a captain, and held up the sparrow to his uncle: "Do you want to eat it?" Uncle Said: "Look at your eating!" The rotten head's eating was ugly and made noises, but he really knew how to eat. A sparrow was eaten quickly, leaving only a lump of internal organs.

Rotten is a joking person, besides having a headache, he always says something funny, or humiliates himself to please my uncle and me, although my uncle is only five years older than him, and he is five years older than me age.Along the way, we didn't hire any migrant workers. My video camera and camera, camera frame, film, and my uncle's luggage roll were almost all on his back.Once I hung the camera around Fugui's neck, and I reprimanded him loudly, but he didn't dare anymore, but tied Cuihua with a long rope around Fugui's neck.Cuihua was almost tired from walking, so she jumped on Fugui's back and sat down. I smiled and said, "We are not as good as a cat." They are all men, but if they are rich, they still have a wife called Cuihua!" The uncle glared at him and said, "Bad guy, there is a secretary here this time, don't make your cheap mistakes!" The bad guy said: "I'm sick, how can I dare?!" Every time I go to the resting place, looking for food, drink and shelter, and all the chores of life are all messy things. He made the beds for us, and uncle's bed was of course made I got the wolf fur, I was alone on the bed, I had to pick the cleanest bedding, and another floor was for him, but Fugui and Cuihua had been lying on it early, so he scolded Fugui loudly, saying that during the day you were lying on the bed. Together, even at night, are you really going to have a problem with your style? !I hugged the cat and fell asleep.Fugui scolded angrily: Wang!He quietly jumped onto his uncle's bed and fell asleep at his feet.The disadvantage of the rotten head is that it bites its teeth at night with hatred, but it likes to fart during the day, regardless of the occasion, and even raises its buttocks to make a sound.

"Uncle," I said, "it's time to call you the captain. Have you noticed that the rotten head doesn't seem to be calling for his headache." "It seems that going out for a walk really cured his illness," said the uncle. "Don't talk about it. Once you talk about it, he will have a headache again." According to the plan, we took a bus from Zhoucheng to Danfeng County on the first day, got off at a small stop ten miles away from the county town, walked down the Danjiang River, walked to Zhaoyu, and then went to Heifengya. At that time, my face was full of tears listening to the filial song, and the rotten head came over and pulled me aside, and said softly: "What are you crying for? We are not filial sons, and let the souls of the dead possess us. Is it bad luck to find it in the future?" I didn’t dare to cry anymore, and he also secretly taught me to make fingerprints with my hands, saying that it can ward off ghosts and ward off evil spirits. I followed his example to make fingerprints, and my uncle talked to the people at the desk.

"How old is the old man?" "Eighty-four." "That's also longevity." "It's a long life, and a funeral is also a red thing." "When will you be buried?" "Wait for the eighth son." "So many sons?" "You are a passer-by. I'm afraid you don't know. The old man has never given birth by herself, but she has adopted ten sons. They were supposed to be buried today. They should be buried in peace. The eighth son is working in another place. The telegram was sent to him." I have gone, maybe I will come back tomorrow. If others don’t come back to die, the eighth boy has to come back. When his mother adopted him from the wolf’s den, he was only one year old..."

"The old man is Mrs. Wang?!" "You know that too?" Uncle didn't answer again, he went to the desk to lift the wine jug, made a libation on the pile of paper ashes, then greeted me and Baantou with a livid face, and left. We walked past the village in this way and turned into another ditch. There was a river in this ditch.I still remember the song of filial piety in my mind, humming softly, but I don't understand why my uncle went to the desk to make a drink after inserting incense, and after the drink, he greeted us on the road?The bad guy wouldn't let me sing, saying that we had to do big things on the road, and I couldn't resist singing any filial songs, so I stopped and took a camera to take pictures of the scenery on the river.The surface of the river is not wide, but the flowing water is fast. It circles down from the opposite mountain root, along the vast wild reeds and cattail grass along the river beach, and bypasses a clump of river willows. A small boat is tied under the river willows. "Hey--!" The rotten head yelled loudly, hoping that someone in the reeds would respond and would jump into the boat and row over.He said that the boat has no owner, and whoever wants to get over it has to get over it by himself, and whoever wants to get over it has to get over it by himself.The yelling sound was transmitted to the mountains on the other side and then returned. The boat was still sideways, motionless. "Bad head, when you come back here to suppress wolves, are you there?" Uncle said suddenly. "No." The rotten head said. Uncle said no more. "Does uncle want to say something?" I asked, but my uncle pointed to a tree on the top of the ridge, a single tree, and said that there used to be a wolf den, and there were three wolves living in a den. It's a she-wolf.Not all wolves look ferocious. These three wolves were born with the appearance of a fox, with snow-white fur and a thin black circle around their eyes. It can be regarded as eyeliner. It is more even and detailed than the girls in Zhoucheng. it is good.But once or twice a year, dozens of wolves gather from nowhere, as if they were going on a pilgrimage or a meeting. These wolves all bring gifts, either pigs, sheep or chickens. Eight out of ten families left.The wolf hunting team carried out a siege and killed the three female wolves. When they destroyed the wolf den under the tree, the den was full of pig bones, sheep bones and human hair clothes. Strangely, there was also a live pig. and a baby. "Baby?" Uncle's words were a bit of fantasy, and I didn't feel scared, but rather ridiculous.But the uncle's face was serious. "That's right," said the uncle. "I asked Chengyi to carry the baby down the mountain for adoption. Chengyi asked the adopter for two hundred yuan. I scolded him and returned the money." "Is this true?!" I screamed, "Did the wolves take the baby into the cave with her mother? Why didn't they eat the baby?" "Who knows! The baby must have been fed by the wolf with its own milk. The baby is naked and has hair on its body." "Where's the baby now?" "Is he the eighth son of the old lady who died in the village?" I jumped up, complaining why uncle didn't say anything just now? !Whether a child fed by wolf milk looks like a human or a wolf is such an anecdote, and it would be meaningful to take a photo of this child!I immediately asked to go back, but my uncle didn't think so, and regretted that he talked about the past, "The old eight people are not here, they have gone out to work, who knows when they will come back!" Shang Laoba son, you can also leave a photo for Mrs. Wang.But the rotten head screamed: "You still do it when people are dead, you let the filial sons beat us up?" He covered his stomach, yelled that he wanted to shit, and went behind the cliff with his pants up. I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​returning to the village and follow my uncle.After walking another seven or eight miles, I can still see the tree on the mountain ridge when I look up, and see the ditches on the other side of the river. There are millstones and millstones.Is this the family who fled back then?A group of crows circled in the air, and the leader flew out of the circle, as if practicing Taiji diagram.Uncle reminded: take good care of the dry food!Rotten held the cloth bag containing the steamed buns in his arms to prevent the crows from picking it up.But the crow didn't fly towards us, and suddenly landed on the stone millstone like a convulsion, croaking, and it was getting dusk. Walking in the ravine is hard, especially for me. I am used to walking on the roads in the city with my feet low, but now I often kick my toes against the stones on the road because I lift my feet too low. The big toenail was kicked and cracked, I chewed it with my mouth and wrapped it with castor buds, and then kicked the wound again, the pain made me hug my foot and jump on one leg, unable to cry or laugh, hissing tight Take a breath.The rotten head smiled, and asked: "What did you eat, what good food?" My uncle scolded him, and he bent down to help me rub my feet, saying: "People in the city are delicate, their feet are too far away, I can't die! "The pain was gone, I was sweating all over, and I had no strength at all.Uncle looked at me helplessly, so he had no choice but to ask me to sit down and rest. Lantou led Fugui to the creek in Goucha to take a bath. He yelled that he wanted to wash the black Fugui into a white Fugui. He just pushed Fugui down on the stone by the stream, and asked me a question: two The tortoise was having sex by the stream. After the sex, the male tortoise got up and left, but the female tortoise was still sleeping on her back. Why didn't the female tortoise get up?I said the female tortoise was reminiscing, but he said no, I asked if he wanted to come again, and he shook his head.Unexpectedly, shaking his head, he had a headache. As soon as he hugged his head with both hands, Cuihua found it. She ran over like an arrow and combed his hair with her claws. The pain obviously did not stop. The blood vessel exploded like an earthworm, and shouted, "Captain, captain, come and smash me!" Uncle rummaged through the Fenbid tablets in his backpack, swallowed two pills, and lay down by the stream to drink a sip of water. Uncle beat back and forth with the back of his hand like shredded meat.Every time my uncle beats, I can feel it hitting my head. I'm really worried that my skull will crack if I knock it, but the poor rotten head is still urging: a little harder, a little harder, and it will break. That's it, that's it!Until finally relieved, his face gradually turned red, and the rotten head winked at me and said: "You are so stupid, if the female tortoise can't get up, no one will turn her back!" The uncle pushed him down. It seems that it is very difficult to turn over the Huanghuamao in front today, but if you can't turn over Huanghuamao, do you have to sleep in a hammock tied with ropes in the woods at night? There are only three steamed buns, and I ate them just now, and I am hungry Only when will there be food filling tomorrow!I didn't expect that the work of taking pictures of fifteen wolves would be so hard, but I couldn't complain or slack off, because my uncle and the bad guy were accompanying me!In the twilight, I saw a thin rope-like white path on the slope of the hill, hanging from the concave part of the slope to the bottom of the ditch. I think this thin rope fell from the sky. If half of the rope binds us, With that one swing, we were thrown past Huanghuamao. Maybe the rope could hang down a roast chicken and a basket of steamed buns.Sure enough, there was a roast chicken on the rope. I screamed loudly, and when I looked again, it was a person walking down with a big wooden barrel on his back. His legs were looped, shaking and swaying. It seemed to be rolling down with a gurgling sound. "Hey, hello!" I called out. The man raised his head to look at me with a dull expression. He looked at me for a while, but he didn't scream, but he smirked at me. "Is he sick?" I asked Rotten. The rotten head said: "You are the only one who is sick, and they greet you warmly!" Sure enough, the man said, "Are you going home?" "Home is in Poao?" Uncle asked. The man nodded and looked at the shoes on our feet. "Is there anything to eat at home?" Still nodded, looking at the shoes on our feet.The three of us are nothing special except that my uncle wears hemp shoes, and my uncle and I both wear leather shoes.