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After the autumn hunt began, the entire Linjia Village was filled with tension and joy, and even the children studying in the private school had their minds on the mountains.

Only Goudan seemed to be as calm as a pine tree, and didn't care about these things at all.

Guangdan has always been an impetuous and crowd-loving person. He couldn't understand how such a young child could be so calm?

Finally, I couldn't help it and spoke when I was on my way home from school.

"Goudan, aren't you curious about the autumn hunt?"

Goudaner looked confused: "What are you curious about?"

What is there to be curious about?

Guangdan kept asking, "For example, have you killed any wild boars? Or other small animals?"

"I'm not curious. If I'm lucky, I might be able to kill a wild boar, but it's not certain." Gou'er answered sincerely.

This child, I am afraid, has a brain that is good at studying? ? ?

Guangdan felt that they had no common topic at all and couldn't continue the conversation. He was thinking about leaving when he heard the little guy sighing softly.

"What's wrong?" After all, she was just a little kid, and Guangdan felt that as an adult he still needed to show some concern for her.

Goudaner took out a bald brush from his schoolbag and whispered, "The teacher wanted to give me his brush again today, but I saw that the teacher's brush could still be used for a long time, so I refused."

Looking at the brush that was balder than the top of his junior high school physics teacher's head, Guangdan felt as if his Ren and Du meridians were suddenly opened.

"Just hold on for a while longer, and I'll get you a brush later!" Guangdan said as he patted his chest.

Goudan nodded uncertainly, thinking that Guangdan was going to use the money from selling pine nuts to buy him a brush, and he suddenly felt guilty.

My second brother is still very good to me! I shouldn't think that my second brother is stupid.

Guangdan: You don’t need to feel guilty. Spending money? Impossible, he is not the sponsor now!!

On the third day of the autumn hunting, people began to bring their prey back to the village one after another.

All of these were carried out in the open space in front of the village chief's house. For example, there were wild pheasants, wild rabbits, or wild goose. There were special people in the village who were responsible for selling them in the town, and the proceeds were recorded in the account.

At this time, everyone was extremely conflicted. Every year at this time, they wished they could meet a big creature like a wild boar, but they were also worried about everyone's safety.

These days, Guangdan no longer stays at home in the afternoon. He wanders around the village with Wumao while the weather is not too cold to go out.

Especially when I see a wild rabbit, I can't help but pull a lot of hair off the rabbit's back.

On the third day, the four wild rabbits had their backs pinched by Guangdan, making them look ugly, which caused the old people in the village to chase Guangdan and scold him.

"Why are you pulling me? I didn't pull anything!" Wumaoer, who was being pulled by Guangdan, muttered softly.

"Hehehe, just wait, will your big brother do something boring?"

Guangdan was grinning with great pride, it was rabbit hair, look, didn’t he get it???

The biggest prey in the past few days was a wild goat, which made the villagers very happy! Unfortunately, it was dead. If it was alive, it could be kept in captivity.

Guangdan also successfully grabbed several handfuls of wool.

On the fifth day, to everyone's anticipation, a few people staggered back carrying a bloody wild boar.

Two of them suffered some minor injuries to their arms and legs, but fortunately, they were not serious. After returning the wild boar, they turned around and went back into the mountains.

Normally, people in the village would ask hunters to slaughter pigs, but now both hunters are in the mountains.

Then, under Guangdan'er's envious eyes, Fang Cuihua appeared on the scene with the hunter's butcher knife!

At this moment, Guangdan even felt that if it weren't for the deliberate obstruction of his old father Lin Daniu, his mother, Ms. Fang Cuihua, could definitely become a strong woman.

In this era, women who can butcher pigs are rare! There are basically no such women in the surrounding area!!!

Sometimes the family is poor, and part of the reason is due to the limitations of thinking. Even Fang Cuihua herself is not aware of this.

The wild boar had already been bled by hunters in the mountains. After it was sent back to the village, they immediately set up a large pot to boil hot water to soak the pig's hair.

Some of the wild boar's bristles are even as hard as chestnut thorns, making them much more difficult to handle than those of domestic pigs.

Fang Cuihua, along with a few strong women, put the wild boar directly into the wooden pig soaking barrel, and then poured boiling water on the pig.

Guangdan, who was watching from the side, scratched his head anxiously, stretched out his little hand tentatively and then retracted it, and finally grabbed a few pig bristles and pulled hard.

The result was that I couldn't pull the pig bristles off and I almost fell down.

"Ah, kid, why are you getting in the way here???" Fang Cuihua couldn't help but yell at him when she saw her child moving his hands back and forth.

"I know, I know!" Guangdan was scolded by his old mother. His little glass heart felt aggrieved all of a sudden. He retreated to the side angrily, staring at the pig soaking barrel with eager eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wumao was still concerned about the boss, so he came over and asked in a low voice.

"I want the hair on the wild boar's back." Guangdan said weakly.

"Then let's go find some better ones after shaving off the pig hair." Wumaoer really didn't understand what his brother was thinking, so he directly expressed his thoughts.

"Bang - right, my brain needs to eat walnuts!!" Guangdan regained some energy.

I really don’t understand what Wumao is saying, but I just need to follow along and have fun. Today we are slaughtering a pig!!! We have pig slaughtering dishes to eat.

After Fang Cuihua and a few others painstakingly shaved the pig's hair clean, a wild boar with a slender figure, muscular body, and slightly pale skin was placed on a few benches in the open space in the middle of the village.

A few old men were sitting on the small chairs nearby, playing various instruments and singing.

Just when Guangdan was thinking it was particularly fun, a suona sounded and he got goose bumps all over his body.

Although this is a wild boar, the ritual of killing the pig must still be followed!!!

With the sound of suona, Guangdaner felt that his mood was about to ascend to heaven. Looking at the old man shaking his head, he had to say that this was definitely the best music!!!

At this time, Guangdan did not forget to go to the pig soaking barrel and endure the fishy smell to find some complete pig bristles. Let's not talk about other things, at least he can try to get a brush or something.

Originally, he wanted to use rabbit hair and pig bristles to make a simple brush, but the pig bristles were far beyond his imagination and could not be used at all, so he had to change the method.

When she was still Lin Xiaoxi, she started living with her grandparents at the age of 11. After her grandfather retired, he liked to write calligraphy and paint Chinese paintings. In her spare time, she would learn to make her own brushes by watching videos.

Lin Xiaoxi, a primary school student, is not good at calligraphy and is not very good at painting. In order to show his filial piety, he has no choice but to happily accompany his grandfather at home to make brushes every day.

Although I can't make a high-quality brush, I can still try making a brush for a child of Goudan's age.

It's a pity that I can only have the chance to collect some pig bristles when the village slaughters the New Year pig. Oh, I remembered Goudan's bald brush again.

Perhaps this is why Lin Xingzhi was determined to benefit those poor students after he entered the officialdom, because he was once so poor that he didn't even have a brush. When he practiced calligraphy at home, he used a bare brush dipped in water to write on the table.

Thinking of this, Guangdan felt sad again.