Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai actually restrained himself a bit. There were more than twenty sets in total, and he did not put them all in. Just enough to fit twenty guinea fowls. But even so, it was amazing, and his hit rate was off the charts.

No matter whether it is reasonable or not, with so many people watching, even if you have doubts, you have to doubt the cow dung mountain and the famous saying of Lu Xun. What does it have to do with me, Zhou Shuren?

Fortunately, he restrained himself for a moment, otherwise Xiaohu and Xiaobao would have been too happy now. But now it doesn't make much difference, their mouths are grinning to the back of their ears.

Because there was no rope, Xiaohu went to collect grass and weave ropes to tie up the chickens.

Xiao Bao said as he flicked the stick: "Brother, it's a good thing you said you wanted to come here to take a look, otherwise who would have thought that you were so lucky. If the bastard from Zhujia Village got there first, you would have suffered a great loss..."

If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb, okay!

Zeng Wangcai took out the prepared speech: "Xiaobao, this is not just luck, this is the power of knowledge."

"Knowledge?"

Well, it’s useless!

Zeng Wangcai looked at the innocent expressions of the two brothers and continued to explain: "It's just bait. The bait is different. It's the recipe of my master Zhou Yuanbai..."

Zhou Yuanbai, whom he had never met since he came here, blocked a bullet for him again.

After the brief explanation, Little Tiger and Little Leopard did not ask their big brother for the recipe. In their opinion, it was enough for their big brother to have it, and it did not matter whether they wanted it or not.

Each of them took a stick, tied up the pheasant's legs, and hung them upside down on the stick. Each of them carried ten chickens on his shoulders. They refused to let Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi help, saying that it would make them look more impressive when they went out this way.

It is indeed impressive. If it weren't for the different clothes, they would be comparable to the puppet soldiers who entered the village in the early years.

The two men picked up chickens and took the lead to walk out of the cow dung mountain with their heads held high. Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi followed behind, one in front and one behind. The morning sun happened to be shining towards them, and the four of them looked like four masters and apprentices going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

"Goudan, Gousheng, look..." Before the little leopard man even arrived, he started shouting, "Our harvest, twenty pheasants, isn't that awesome!"

He looked as if he had caught the pheasant himself.

The brothers Goudan and Gousheng were outside with more than 30 people and were bored. They were smoking cigarettes. When they saw the chickens carried on the shoulders of Xiaohu and Xiaobao, the smell of cigarettes immediately faded.

"Fuck, Huzi, did you guys break into a pheasant's nest or something?"

"Twenty pheasants, that's too many. We'll be lucky if we can catch one with our traps."

"I've made a fortune. I heard that a pheasant can be sold for three yuan in the pigeon market outside of the city. That's sixty yuan."

"I wish I were like your dad..."

The naked envy cannot be concealed at all.

In fact, in today's villages, every household will try to hunt wild game, not only to have meat, but also for the rising price of game, so the villagers know a lot about the market conditions in places like the pigeon market and the black market outside the old city.

In the past, a home-raised chicken would sell for a dollar at most, and a pheasant would sell for less than a dollar because pheasants were not as fat as domestic chickens. But now it’s different, the prices have all gone up.

Some brave villagers secretly raise chickens and sell them for six yuan each, and they can sell them immediately. Pheasants can be sold for three yuan, and they are also easy to sell.

All in all, everything food-related is rising in price.

"What the hell, my dad?" Little Leopard puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Let me tell you, this is a trap set by my eldest brother. Who is my eldest brother? My eldest brother is Erlang Shen from heaven. He can tell where there are pheasants with just a sniff. He can set a trap and hit the target accurately. He has set more than 20 traps and hit 20 pheasants. Who else is there? My dad..., haha, grandma!"

"Haha, Xiaobao, you are not talking about Erlang Shen, right? It's Roaring Sky Dog who has a sharp nose!" Goudan couldn't help laughing. Then he glanced at Zeng Wangcai's twitching mouth and quickly changed his words, "Brother Wangcai, look at my mouth. I deserve to be beaten. It's Erlang Shen, right? Roaring Sky Dog is Erlang Shen's dog. If Roaring Sky Dog can do it, Erlang Shen can do it too..."

Zeng Wangcai didn't care about these people's funny attributes, which was rare in the past. Especially his two cousins ​​had changed a lot in this regard. They didn't talk so much before and didn't have so many witty remarks.

What does this mean?

This shows that their lives are getting better and their mentality has changed unconsciously, becoming more cheerful.

People's pursuit is actually progressive. The first priority is to have enough food, and then to keep warm. Only after these two are solved can other things be considered. Xiaohu and Xiaobao are now at this stage and have begun to pursue other things unconsciously.

Xiaohu and Xiaobao did not reveal the secret bait that Zeng Wangcai had just mentioned, so Zeng Wangcai was not worried.

However, this led to Zeng Wangcai becoming an all-rounder in the eyes of Goudan and others, an all-rounder with extremely good luck. They remembered a word said by the old people in the village - good luck.

Don't underestimate the power of feudal superstition. Until the 1980s, 1990s, and even later, there were still people who believed in fortune-telling.

As for other superstitious behaviors, there are even more of them. For example, when naming, they would ask a fortune teller to calculate what is missing in the eight characters, and then add that missing part to the name. This led to the emergence of names such as Lin Musen, Jiang Shuimiao, etc.

It is really hard to say whether to believe this kind of thing or not. In the coastal areas, there are many temples dedicated to various Bodhisattvas and gods, which can explain part of the problem.

In this way, Zeng Wangcai replaced his second uncle Zeng Youhuo as the best trap setter in the village.

It is precisely because Zeng Youhuo is dexterous, knows how to make clever traps, and is familiar with the habits of wild animals that his harvest is the best in the surrounding area.

But it’s not like that now. Zeng Youhuo can only catch seven or eight pheasants in a week, and more than ten at most. But Zeng Wangcai can catch twenty at one time. How can they be compared?

"Okay, everyone, stop making a fuss!" Zeng Wangcai stopped the team from dispersing and reminded them, "There are still confiscated traps. This time my second uncle has planted more and walked farther, so maybe he can collect ten or eight. What my second uncle collects will be shared with the villagers."

Zeng Wangcai dared to say that he would not share what he collected with the villagers, but Zeng Youhuo was not so sure. He wanted to give a share without working, but it could not be given away for free.

After Zeng Wangcai's reminder, Goudan and the others came to their senses: "Right, right, right, let's go and have a look. It will be bad if the brats from Zhujia Village get there first."

"What's wrong with that?" Xiao Hu said murderously, "I think it's better to be robbed by them. It's good that they did the work for us. Anyway, we have to fight this fight."

While thinking about venting his anger for Zhang Xiuzhi, he also thought about revenge, so this fight was definitely necessary.

In fact, Zhang Xiuzhi was not angry. The main reason was that Zeng Wangcai felt that brother Zhu Damao must be taught a lesson. Why the hell did he take off his pants in front of an old lady and a woman... Even if it failed, he couldn't have that thought.

Would it be a bit aggressive?

It's just a violent temper. Once some people have an idea, they will find a way to put it into action. For example, Zhu Damao, who peeked at young wives taking baths in the village and knocked on widows' doors, if you don't beat him into submission, something bad will happen sooner or later.

About thirty or forty people formed a team, with Xiaohu and Xiaobao leading the way, followed by brothers Goudan and Gousheng, Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi in the second echelon, and marched all the way towards Zhujia Village in Niufenshan.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, the road suddenly narrowed. On the left was a stream extending from the cow dung mountain. It was several meters deep. There was not much water at the moment, and it was full of rocks. On the right was a wild pond. The water in the pond had dried up, with only a little water in the middle, and the rest of the place was mud.

Turning left from this road, the view that was blocked by the rocks of the Cow Dung Mountain suddenly became clear, so Xiaohu and Xiaobao facing the sun saw their brothers Zhu Damao, who were also on the narrow road about ten or twenty meters away.

The two people next to Zhu Damao's brothers were like Xiaohu and Xiaobao, carrying sticks with pheasants hanging behind the sticks. There were about seven or eight pheasants. However, unlike the team in Zengzhuang, the team in Zhujia Village was much longer, with at least sixty people.

Looking at the marching route of the Zhujia Village team, it is obvious that they are heading towards Zengzhuang. Now people from both sides have met here, and it has become a real case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.