Chapter 13 1927 Satsuma - A Wild Boar Hunting Story

"I've never seen a wolf before," Xiao Si said. I've never seen it either.But Xiao Si has a good temper. For example, if he says he has never eaten sour mooncakes when it comes to you, you have to tell the story of how the mooncakes turned sour or where he went to eat sour mooncakes. Only then will he be satisfied.If he says he hasn't seen anything, and you say you haven't seen it, that won't work.No, I’ve always heard it, so let’s just say I heard it, it’s okay.In a word, when Xiaosi is on him, he wants to listen to the story, but he has to tell the story, and if he doesn't do it, then he will ignore it the next time he is a guest.

Today is April 5th, Xiaosi’s Dingxiangxian Park is open, and I’m here to see Dingxiang and eat Xiaosi’s mother’s stewed duck porridge.After eating three bowls of porridge, the mouth was still greasy from the duck meat that Xiaosi picked up with chopsticks. Don't tell the story, it is probably not easy to get out of the door. But what does a wolf look like?Like a dog, that must be.I have seen wild dogs before: they have big tails, they are dragged to the ground, their eyes are bony and round, and when they bark, they stick their noses to the ground, as if crying. shake.But I know that what Xiaosi wants to know is not the shape of the wolf, nor the ferocity of the wolf. (He said he had never seen a wolf. In fact, he had seen the wild dogs in Wanshangyuan twice.) He had never seen a wolf that could turn into a woman.This story has to tell how a hunter hunts. First, he shoots the wolf that was driven out of the den by the dogs with a gun.So he tied the wolf's feet with leather strips, came home, and threw the wolf into the cage.So, he sharpened the knife, ready to sharpen the knife so that he could peel the wolf's skin to make a mattress.However, after a while, the wolf turned into a beautiful woman.Thus, the hunter ended up with a wife.

If the content of the story is to be like this, everything in it must be taken care of. For example, the hunter must blow the whistle first, so you have to hiss a few times; Let's take an example.This errand really needs to be chosen. My mother went to primary four, and she seems to be happy to hear it. Recently, I can't describe a real story when I come across it. This is really suffering. But it won't work if you don't say it. "Xiaosi, you persuaded me too much, my stomach swelled, and I forgot the story, let's talk about it tomorrow." I wanted a special grace.

"That won't work." "That's it. I'll say it's easy to have two tomorrow, but I don't have half of them today." "You have," he said emphatically, "are you lying!" "I haven't. Fourth uncle doesn't lie." "Mother, tell Wu Ma to close the door and not allow Fourth Uncle to go out." It is possible to close the door. I have been locked up many times since I came here.Xiaosi's method is simply kidnapping. "Xiaosi, your fourth uncle has something to do, don't tie up his ticket again." Xiaosi's mother couldn't help but speak up for me.

Still have to say one.There are many things that mother has no choice but to give in to the child's insistence.Seeing that Xiaosi's expression was not happy, Mother went on to say: "Okay, then Fourth Uncle can just tell a story." "You can do whatever you want. If it's not good, you need a second one." This story had to begin. "Xiao Si, I have heard wolves howling. It's like a grown-up crying when covering his nose. In appearance, it's bigger than a dog in the south, and bigger than a dog in the north. It has two ears pricked up, set in a pair of On the thin and hairy face, there are two scary bright and big eyes. That thing is as smart as Dufu the coachman, and as naughty as—" "Fourth uncle is scolding me! I don't obey you!"

I was gently criticized by a small palm on my face. The story is over. The story has to start another time, and it is impossible to leave. The second sister-in-law smiled at me when she saw my embarrassment. "Mother, you should urge fourth uncle to speak quickly!" "Xiaosi, let your fourth uncle do it once." This child is really worthy of the praise of the seventh patriarch, who said that he "has a bright future", insists on his own opinions in everything, and insists on doing one thing. "Xiao Si, tomorrow I will tell you two and I will give you a little Napoleon portrait, will it be possible?"

"I don't want your stuff." "That story is gone!" "A story needs one." For fear that I would run away, this child, even more cleverly, lay in my arms, wrapping his arms around my neck and not relaxing. Song Ma stood at the door of the room, obeying Xiaosi's order.Wu Ma rolled up her sleeves beside her and smiled, so proud that the young master embarrassed another person.Zhang Ma came in from the outside, also yelled for Xiao Si not to leave, squatting obliquely next to a cat to tease the cat. "Who do me a favor, tell the fourth young master a story about a wolf."

Mama Wu still laughed.Mama Zhang said that the fourth young master hated her for telling stories the most, and he couldn't do without the number one scholar. "Is the number one scholar not good, Xiaosi?" I said. "No, I don't want her to say it." "Mama Song, a countryman, let me tell you one." "I only have one story about killing wild boars," Song Ma said. This surprised Xiao Si out of an accident.Is not the wild boar more charming than the wolf?Xiao Si knows that wild boars are more powerful, and isn't Zhu Bajie just a wild boar? "That's the best way to say it." That's the right sentence.

So Mama Song told everyone the story. (The following words are hers. I wrote them down. Because of this note, Song Ma lost her air.) There are several types of wild boars.Only the type with a spear is the most attractive when hunting. What is the wild boar's ability, do you know clearly?This should be known. Wild boars are full of tendons and meat, without oil.The meat is suitable for salting and smoking.Marinated meat, smoked meat, stir-fried with spicy peppers, whether it is sliced ​​or shredded, it is served with rice.This is not the main text of the story of hunting wild boars, but I want to make it clear that we will know why everyone loves hunting wild boars.

One year, how long has it been?I don't remember much.I can only remember that I lived in Huaqiao Xiaozhai, Guizhou, with braids or dragonflies, and I had beaten wild boars.Uncle Yao and I went with the brigade of hunters to hunt wild boars in the earthen grave.The earthen tomb is probably a wild boar's nest, less than three miles wide across the river, with some small slopes, some small ponds, and some low trees. I don't know how many wild boars are hidden in this place.Every time you go to hit you, you must never fail. Everyone went after dinner and brought some big sweet potatoes that had been cooked.There are always more than 20 people in a group.Bring four more dogs.The earth tomb is said to be five miles away from our village, but in fact it is only three miles away.When they arrived, they separated and each went his own way.I went to the hill with my uncle Yao and the big fourth uncle.He went up to the mound, so he lived in the shed he had built earlier.It was August, and the weather was still very hot. The three of us only had one quilt, which was made of straw.My Uncle Yao and I fell asleep soon after we arrived because we ate a little too much.Sibo and his dog got away and went outside to encircle.

I don't know how long I slept. I woke up, Uncle Yaoyao, and he woke up too.Open the door of the sorghum stalks and see that the sky is full of stars.A moon had just risen from behind the far hillside.Worms are like rain, here and there.I don't know how many grasshoppers there are near the shed, so it's terrible.The oily cricket actually came into our mattress unceremoniously.The moonlight shines on our faces, and I think of my uncle.Far away, I heard some people whistle again. "Uncle Yao, let's go out and have a look." So we stood under the moonlight.The shadow dragged on the ground for a long time.Some bright fire bugs spun around us. "Sister, someone is whistling." We listened to the whistle, far and near.At the bottom of the hill, there are two places where a fire is burning, which is probably our company.The fourth uncle must have gone to the fire to find some wine to drink, so Uncle Yao whistled lightly to call our dog. There is no sound of dogs, only a small wind blowing the leaves of the trees under the hill. Stayed for a while. Uncle Yao went into the shed to look for the roasted potatoes, but he couldn't find them anywhere, only then did he realize that they had been put in someone else's basket.It's real to be a little hungry.The fourth uncle didn't come again.I still don't know when it is and how long it will be until dawn.It's okay to stay still.The purpose of this trip is to watch them hunt wild boars. If they are hunting wild boars, why are we staying here? Uncle Yao suggested that we go down to the hill to have a look. If the fourth uncle is not there, we can go there for a while, beg for some sweet potatoes and return. It is only one mile from the bottom of the hill to the burning place.I advocate shouting, but Uncle Yao is afraid that they are forming a siege at this time, scaring away their pigs and being scolded by the fourth uncle. "We'll come back immediately when we go down, it doesn't matter." Wild boars are fierce, I know.But Uncle Yao and I both thought that it would be okay if the road to Xiagang was less than one mile away.And at this time, it is probably not yet encircled, the fourth uncle originally promised us that we could take a look during the fight.At this time, the wild boar has not been beaten yet, and the wild boar is not injured, so there is no need to be afraid of it.So Shimooka decided. There are still javelins left in the shed. The blade of this javelin is wider than my palm, and it is extremely sharp.Uncle Yao learned from a hunter, picked a shorter one for himself, and picked a small blade for me. Everyone carried it on their shoulders, left the shed, and took the path down the hill. Ghost, we don't know that people should be afraid of it.Tigers and leopards will not exist in this place.Jackals have been seen occasionally, and it is said that they dare not bite children.We also heard that wild boars never hurt people until they are wounded.He walked towards the burning place without fear. I walked behind Uncle Yao so that he could chase away that annoying non-poisonous snake for me. The cool breeze blowing on people is very beneficial.The moon has risen and shined on the head, and there are fewer stars. There was no one around the fire.There was also a shed there, and in the shed there was only a large basket of shuttle potatoes, raw and cooked mixed together, and three gourd water.Uncle Yao blew his whistle again, but there was no answer from anywhere else.We know that they must have forbidden wild boars to pass this way, so a fire is lit here, but people go elsewhere. The circle is probably already closed. "If you don't turn around, you may be afraid that Uncle Si will look back for us, and if you turn around, you may bump into a wounded wild boar." I advocated raising my voice and calling Uncle Si to have a look. "I can't do it, Fourth Brother thinks you were bitten by a leopard and that's why you yelled. If you yell to scare away the wild boar, others will say that Fourth Brother shouldn't have brought us here." Uncle Yao came up with a way, I stayed here and let him move the shed by himself. Is this a good strategy?If I'm here alone, I can't. I'm willing to take a little risk and run around worrying about my heart.There are two men, both carrying a spear, I should be more courageous! I was the first to go back, and I beat off the flower snake in the way and the wild boar girl who suddenly came from behind, and it was much easier to deal with the front. While drinking water in the shed, we ate the sweet potatoes we brought from under the hill, until the stomachs of the two of them swelled.Eating and peeling potatoes was originally only a matter for city people, because I couldn't finish eating the three potatoes I brought, so the two of them just picked the good center to eat, the skin and sides of the potatoes, and Uncle Yao threw them outside the shed go. If we wake up at the second watch, by the time we eat the potatoes, it will probably be the end of the third watch.It's a bit embarrassing for the fourth uncle not to come.They brought us here on purpose and tricked us into going for a siege on our own. We might as well just go home and sleep, and run to Bao Dong's yard around tomorrow morning to see the dead pig!Or, at this time, Sibo and the others were standing by the side of the road in the tea forest, waiting for the wild boar to come, and then flew the short spear with a palm-width blade into the wild boar's ribs, and the wild boar flew indifferently. Running over, the other person at the second fork is another spear... Maybe the wild boar has fallen in the tea forest, and Sibo and others are letting the dogs look around. From a distance, I heard a dog barking, but it looked like a dog in the village. Uncle Yao obviously ate too many sweet potatoes, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again. I can only close my eyes and listen to the grasshoppers flapping their wings outside the shed. As if I was about to wake up in a daze, I heard the same noise, and this noise repeatedly played in my ears, and I woke up.I stand up. After waking up from the strange sound, I listened carefully.It doesn't look like a long-legged grasshopper or a cricket.Is the fourth uncle here?no.Kind of like our dog.But the dog's breath will not be so turbid.yes--? My heart skips a beat when I think about it.It's a little boar!I could never be wrong, what a little wild boar!It's still humming!More than one, maybe three, maybe four, just outside my shed chewing on the sweet potato skins.Suddenly, they became epileptic and made noise with each other. I don't know what I should do now.If you shout, you will run away.Seeing that Uncle Yao hadn't woken up yet, he wanted to shake him but was afraid that he would wake up only if he yelled, it would be bad.I also made it very small when I vented my anger.I still endured until I made a sound.But if we persist in this way, there will be no good tricks, but I can't think of a good way, so I boldly and carefully push our door slightly. The voice was real, but these little Dong Xiaoxi were so dexterous, they got the letter, dragged their tails and sprinted down the hill. I'm dying of regret.I wanted to smack myself on the lips a few times, because I hated myself for being a little more breathless.In fact, the guilt is only the fault of the hand, if you don't push the shed door, even if you can't think of a good way, you can always listen to it for a while and chew it. Ha, my God!Don't complain, and don't say that your hands are bad, this guy, who is reluctant to part with potato skins, is here again. The first one went to the side of the shed lightly and sniffed for a while, as if it knew that there was life here, and ran away again, but immediately a group came.Soon the bustle was restored. From the sound of little hoofs and footsteps everywhere, I concluded that this little thing was four.Although I knew that there were several spears in the white shed, because I remembered that my uncle said that the little wild boar walked very fast, and how many dogs could not catch up with it. When I opened the door to stab it with a spear, wouldn't it have already run away?I dare not chase.Those little things probably never expected that someone in the shed was thinking about them, so they walked around to the shed to make circles. I was worried that one of these brave little pigs would come into the shed to settle accounts with me.Thinking for them, it would be more profitable to eat the potato skins outside the shed and transfer them to their mother, and it would be more dangerous if they stayed for a moment longer. Ha, my God!A reddish little lip unexpectedly came in through the gap openly.The nose is always too capable, smelling the sweet potatoes in the shed, the stranger rushed into a small head by accident.Without thinking about it, I just did one thing.I don't know if it's my cleverness or stupidity, so I wrapped my hands around its neck.At the same time I shouted loudly.The little thing flinched back violently, and my hand and I withdrew from the shed.The couple almost escaped.God, what a rush! Uncle Yao woke up, and the group of piglets ran down the hill.I knelt in the shed, pulling both hands in desperately, and one hand was slightly loose, but it was fate that the pig should fall into my hands. Because it shrank, I fell to one calf, which was the pig. The legs were pulled into the shed for me. "Oh, Uncle Yao, go out and stab it with a spear, I caught it!" As if he was still dreaming, as soon as he went out, he caught the piglet's hind legs, lifted it up and divided the pig's legs with great force. "It looks like it's going to escape, let me stab it!" The pig's cry is as high-pitched as mine, and it can be heard everywhere. Needless to say, we have won the battle, and the pig can no longer scream.With one spear and two spears stabbing, blood ran down Uncle Yao's hand, and he threw it on the ground, like a broken ball, not moving at all. When everyone heard the story, no one among them dared to interrupt.It wasn't until the wild boar was killed and thrown to the ground that Xiao Si let out a big sigh of relief. The corners of Mama Song's mouth were covered with white foam, and her hands were clenched tightly, as if she was pulling on the wild boar's leg.The old lady is thirty or forty years younger from this story. "In the future, guess what they will do?" Song Ma asked back. Everyone was silent. "When the fourth uncle turned around later, he said that he heard some piglets shouting. When they saw our piglets, they couldn't close their mouths. What's more interesting is that they couldn't beat a wild boar that day alone. It's really worthy of Uncle Yao's exaggeration everywhere in the future." Xiaosi was very satisfied with what he heard, so he just hugged my head and neck and walked away from the second sister-in-law. Seeing Mama Song's arms wrapped around her face, she smiled and said, "Mama Song, I don't see that you have caught wild boars with your hands. I thought you Only laundry is good." "Hey, ma'am, if you come to the north, I can't do laundry with my hands. I can only knead dumplings." Everyone laughed. When the cherry blossoms at Xiaosi's house were in bloom, I didn't dare to go. I was afraid that if Mama Song had no good stories to tell, it would be difficult if it was my turn. In April 1927, in the narrow and mildewed house in Beijing