I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

By noon, they had harvested two hares and a pheasant. Zhang Liang had shot the pheasant, and he smashed the pheasant's butt into pieces with one shot. But he was very happy and asked his men to take it with them. Chen Feng was a little anxious. If he couldn't shoot the wild boar, there would be no hope with his gun. Standing on a big rock on the top of the mountain, Chen Feng's hawk-like eyes patrolled the bushes in the surrounding valleys. Finally, he found a place with grass and trees shaking at the bottom of the valley. He gestured to a few people, jumped off the big rock, and launched a charge. Zhang Liang and his men couldn't keep up at all and could only hang behind. Cheng Hao finally reached the edge of the valley. He carefully stretched his head out and saw an elk eating grass at the bottom of the valley. The elk was very alert, looking up from time to time to observe the surroundings. It gestured to Zhang Liang and asked him to come over. Zhang Liang pulled the bolt of his gun and slowly climbed up. He was overjoyed to see the elk, which was even rarer than a wild boar. He aimed his gun at the elk, but couldn't help but hesitate. He was still more than a hundred meters away from the elk, and he might not be able to hit it. If he went any further, he might be discovered. He tilted his head to look at Chen Feng. After Chen Feng picked up the gun and aimed, he nodded at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang took another look, his heart pounding. He finally calmed down and pulled the trigger while the elk was still while munching on the grass. Chen Feng kept watching Zhang Liang's movements with his peripheral vision. When he saw Zhang Liang pulling the trigger, he also fired a shot. The difference was at most half a second. The elk was shot, shook its neck a few times, and fell down. The two hurried forward to check. The elk was shot twice, one in the hind leg, but it was only a hole in the muscle fascia, which was not fatal. The shot in the neck went straight through, and blood was still gushing out. This was the fatal injury. Zhang Liang knew that the shot in the leg was shot by himself. He aimed at the stomach, so it was not strange to hit the leg. Looking at the calm Chen Feng, he felt that this Chen Feng was unusual again. He was a little shocked. He ran fast and jumped high, and there was no sound when he moved. He liked to shoot in the neck when hunting, and he could hit the target every time. He could kill the person slower than himself. He couldn't help but say to Chen Feng with curiosity:

The gun is yours, and the millet belongs to me. This thing is better than a wild boar. Take it home and present it to my father as a filial gift. Then say that it was shot by his son and see if he will accept the result.

Chen Feng thanked with a smile and touched the Hanyang rifle in his hand. Now he had a gun. This thing was not comparable to the old one.

The group hurried back. Several servants took turns carrying the elk. It was not tiring carrying more than 100 kilograms. Zhang Liang threw the two hares directly to Chen Feng. Since they already had the elk, they didn't care about these little things anymore. They agreed to go to Chen Feng's village to hunt together again when they had time. They separated at a mountain pass. Chen Feng was going to walk north back home, and Zhang Liang and his group were going back to Beizhuang.

Chen Feng was afraid that his father would worry if he returned late, so he hung the two hares and the Hanyang rifle on his shoulders, carried a bag of bullets, and hurried home. On the way, he accidentally encountered a pheasant, which flew away with its wings flapping. Chen Feng did not attack it, as he felt that the pheasant was not worth a bullet.

When he got home, Heiwa was still waiting anxiously at the door. He was relieved to see Chen Feng. He almost wanted to tell Chen Bofeng that he went hunting with others. But when he saw the two fat rabbits in Chen Feng's hand and the Hanyang rifle he was carrying, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide:

Brother Feng, did you buy this gun?

No, I helped someone kill a elk, and it was given to me by someone.

Can you let me play with it?

Come on, this is fun?

He opened the door and returned home. He locked the gun and bullets in the main room, went back to the pot room and looked around. The pig intestines and pork head meat in the pot were scraped out and served in a large black basin with the broth. Chen Feng heated two large bowls, one for each of him and Hei Wa, and ate with sweet potatoes. The fragrant pig intestines and pork head meat were so delicious that they couldn't get enough. Hei Wa showed Chen Feng the half bag of salt and some groceries he bought, and took out a dollar and said it was the rest. Chen Feng threw the dollar back and said it was the guide fee. Hei Wa was not polite, and carefully put it in his arms and patted his chest. Chen Feng told him to take the scale home quickly after eating, and to help Uncle Tian and his wife dig sweet potatoes when he had time. Before leaving, he threw him a hare. Hei Wa left happily.

Chen Feng picked up the remaining wild rabbit and hung it on the wall, then locked the door and prepared to go to the field to take a look. His father had told him the general location of his field. After leaving the village, walk east for seven or eight hundred meters. His field was on a ridge. From a distance, he saw his father drying the sweet potatoes in the field. If these sweet potatoes are not stored on the kang or in the cellar, they will rot after a short time. They need to be rubbed into thin slices and dried, then put into sacks and placed in large vats. They can be cooked and eaten at any time, or ground into dried sweet potato flour cakes.

Dad was a little surprised to see Chen Feng coming over. This lazy kid never gets out of bed. What happened today?

Is the pork sold out? How much did it cost?

Chen Feng took out a cloth bag and stuffed the money into his father's pocket.

Twenty dollars, one dollar was spent on salt and other things, one dollar was given to Heiwa as hard work fee, and there were eighteen dollars left.

Chen Weiping sighed. His son shot and killed a wild boar. If all the boars were sold, they would be worth 40 or 50 dollars, which would be equivalent to a year's work. He looked at Chen Feng and said:

You want to hunt or do something else? Dad won't stop you, but you must be careful in the future. Don't worry about the fields. You didn't like to do farm work before. You wouldn't come even if I hit you with a stick. Go back! There are still a lot of large intestines and pig heads. If you're hungry, heat them up and eat them first.

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, then pulled out a full bamboo scoop, put another empty bamboo scoop under his father's legs, picked up the full bamboo scoop and evenly scattered it along the empty space where the melon stems were placed, threw the empty bamboo scoop away, squatted down and spread out the overlapping melon stems one by one, so that the work could be done faster.

The old man didn't say anything when he saw Chen Feng's actions. His son didn't like doing farm work, but now he has really grown up and knows how to feel sorry for an old man like him. He couldn't help but feel happy.

The sun was setting. Today, because of Chen Feng's participation, the work was done faster. Usually, they would dig in the morning and wipe and arrange in the afternoon. Now that everything was arranged, Chen Weiping didn't want to dig anymore. He wanted to go home and eat early! He picked up the hoe and the mop for wiping the sweet potatoes, and asked Cheng Hao to take two bamboo scoops and go home.

On the way, Chen Feng told about how he helped Zhang Liang, the son of the Zhang family in the town, and killed a elk. Zhang Liang gave him a Hanyang rifle as a gift. Chen Weiping heard it but said nothing. His son had grown up and his heart had gradually become wilder, but as long as he didn't do anything wrong, it would be fine. The child had been without a mother since childhood and had been raised by himself. It was good enough that he didn't learn bad things.

After going home to let his father rest first, Chen Feng cooked the pig's large and small intestines and pig's head again and added a lot of salt, otherwise it would not last long. He boiled down the soup to only half a basin full, so that it would become meat jelly tomorrow morning, which would generally not go bad. He also cooked the pig's stomach and the remaining bones and put them in a small basin for cooling. He chopped the rabbit into small pieces with a chopping knife and blew it with hot water to remove the blood. He then prepared to cut peppers for stir-frying. He had asked Heiwa before, and he knew that Chen Feng also loved cooking before he was injured. He liked stir-fried spicy chicken the most, but he only cooked it once or twice a year. There were onions, ginger and garlic on the shelf. After preparing the ingredients, he started to stir-fry the rabbit. Seeing Chen Feng busy, his father could not sit still and came out to light the fire.

Pour in oil, using the fat skimmed from last night's boiled pig head and intestines. Half a bowl of fat was used. When the oil started to boil and sizzle, add in the ingredients and fry until fragrant. Then pour in the rabbit pieces and stir-fry. When it's almost done, cover the pot with a lid and simmer for half an hour. Add in the chopped peppers and reduce the sauce. Chen Weiping was surprised as he was stoking the fire. The naughty kid was getting better and better at eating.