Siheyuan: The Temptation of the Mountains

Lin Ze put his clothes back on and looked at his grandfather with a smile.

Lin Changgui patted Lin Ze on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "Everything else is good, but you need to practice loading the gunpowder. When you loaded the gunpowder just now, you should have first..."

Before the old man could finish his words, Lin Ze reloaded a bullet and handed the gun to Lin Changgui.

"Master, please take a look and see if there is anything wrong with my installation."

Lin Changgui frowned slightly, took the gun and took a look, "It doesn't look like a big problem, but you're a novice, you still need to practice more to get the hang of when and how much to add."

As he spoke, Lin Changgui picked up his gun, wanting to find a target to test the effectiveness of Lin Ze's loading.

"Master, I'm coming!"

Lin Ze was worried that the recoil of the old-fashioned gun was too great, so he quickly went to take the gun from the old man.

After all, the old man is old, and he would be in big trouble if he is shocked again.

"Don't worry. I've been playing with guns all my life, so I know what to do."

Lin Changgui knew what he was worried about, so he said something to comfort him. As he spoke, he shot a shot at a wild duck in the reed marsh by the lake.

-boom!

When the gunshot rang out, Lin Changgui leaned back slightly, perfectly relieving the recoil.

The wild duck by the lake had its head blown off and blood was gushing out.

This shot was really powerful because Lin Ze loaded a lot of gunpowder and steel balls this time.

Poor wild duck, it lost its life in such a confused way, it's so tragic!

Obviously, Lin Changgui is really good at it.

"Pretty!"

Seeing this, Lin Ze praised and hurried over to pick up the wild duck.

The gunshots attracted Ge Er, a militiaman who was guarding the grain fields.

"Grandpa Lin, are you out hunting again?"

Ge Er, holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, looked enviously at Lin Changgui who was shooting wild ducks with a gun.

These militiamen who are guarding the crops have a limited number of bullets in their hands, so it is definitely not possible for them to go up the mountain to hunt casually.

The wild ducks, wild geese, and big fathead fish caught by Lin Ze and the wild ducks caught by Lin Changgui attracted many villagers to watch.

"Old Master, if you don't leave the mountain, it's fine. But once you leave the mountain, you will make a big splash!"

Lin Xiaohu was the first to run over and said in surprise, "Oh my god, how come there are so many prey? I am so awesome today! These fish are enough for everyone in our village to eat..."

Village chief Lin Fuqiang also stared at the fish, rubbing his hands and asked Lin Changgui, "Young master, look, this big fish..."

"Brother Fuqiang, you can take this fish to the village office to make soup. We can take the rest of the prey away."

Lin Ze didn't care about this big fish at all. When he called him "big brother", Lin Fuqiang felt embarrassed. "Well, how can that be possible?"

"Why not? When you guys are done cooking, my grandfather and I and our whole family can all go and drink the soup."

Lin Fuqiang rubbed his hands and nodded repeatedly, "That's fine, Huzi, why don't you come over and carry the fish quickly."

Hearing that fish was being cooked in the village office, the militiaman Ge Er happily stepped forward to help carry the fish.

A group of people helped set up two big pots in the village office, cleaned the big fathead fish and cut it into two, with half a fish in each pot.

Lin Fuqiang bled a lot, so he fried the fish in half a bowl of oil until it turned golden brown, then poured a full pot of cold water into it and boiled the soup over high heat.

Wait for the fish soup to boil, then add salt and simmer.

"Brother Qiang, this fish was caught by my grandfather anyway, so please dig some oil for our family."

The fish was originally caught by Lin Ze, but Lin Ze deliberately said that it was caught by Lin Changgui. Since Lin Fuqiang took someone else's fish, there was naturally no reason for him to refuse.

Lin Fuqiang poured half a bowl of oil for Lin Ze, feeling distressed, "Brother, you have to consume this oil slowly, there is no extra oil from the government."

“I know, I know…!”

Lin Ze thought of the wild boar in his space and thought, 'There won't be a next time. Once I refine the oil, I won't ask you for oil again.'

Lin Ze wanted oil, mainly to change his grandfather's food. Last night's stewed chicken and fried mushrooms were only added with a spoonful of oil.

The oil bottle in Lin Changgui's house had already been emptied.

When the fish soup was ready, every household came out with bowls in hand and gathered at the door of the village branch, drooling at the sight of the steaming white fish soup.

Add chopped wild vegetables before serving, and two big pots of fish soup are ready.

Lin Wen and Lin Wu were already waiting with big bowls in their hands, each with a big bowl of wild vegetable and fish soup.

The fish meat has long been melted, but even without the fish meat, the fish soup will still warm your stomach.

In the afternoon, Lin Changgui asked Lin Ze to practice shooting two more times. Seeing that his eldest grandson was extremely accurate, he shot a small fish weighing three pounds with one shot.

I was puzzled, but also extremely relieved.

He even gave that old-fashioned hunting rifle directly to his eldest grandson.

Lin Ze was not in a hurry to go up the mountain to hunt. He took Lin Wen and Lin Wu with him and ran around the village picking up cow dung.

"It's a deal, one pound of cow dung for one piece of watermelon."

Lin Wen and Lin Wu, who had just eaten the mulberries picked by Lin Ze yesterday, worked hard to help their brother Ze pick up manure.

"Brother Ze, don't worry. No one has as much cow dung as I have!" Lin Wen said.

"Brother Ze, I promise to pick up the most manure for you." Lin Wudao.

There are three oxen in the village, and they have given birth to two calves. The herders basically have no idea when they need to defecate.

The cows walked around almost as they pleased, leaving dung everywhere. This dung was of course a good thing, but the adults had to go to the fields to work early in the morning.

The job of picking up cow dung fell on the young boys in the village.

This is Lin Ze’s first time picking up manure.

[Organic fertilizer detected, should it be collected? ]

When he saw the cow dung, he quietly put it into the space when no one was watching.

[Collected successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining three pounds of organic cow dung. ]

"Only three pounds? Not even as fast as some kids peeing and making mud."

The two younger brothers Lin Wen and Lin Wu, when they saw the cow dung, they would scoop it up and put it into the winnowing basket.

Dry cow dung is fine, it can be easily picked up, but wet cow dung is...

Led by Lin Xiaohu, a group of young boys who were picking up dung and carrying shoulder poles were watching with great disgust.

"Uncle Wen, Uncle Wu, what are you doing?" Lin Xiaohu asked curiously.

Lin Wu snorted and said, "I'm picking up manure! Can't you see it?"

"I can see it, but Uncle Wu, on your face..." Lin Xiaohu looked surprised and pointed at his cheek quietly.

"What happened to your face?"

Lin Wu's hands were covered with cow dung, and he casually wiped them across his face, which looked very funny.

A group of children led by Lin Xiaohu were laughing so hard that they fell over.

Lin Wu still didn't know what these people were laughing at. His big, confused eyes were full of ignorance.

At this time, Lin Wen, who had only picked up a pile of dry feces, hurriedly pulled his brother's patched sleeves.

"Xiao Wu, stop picking up shit and go to the lake to wash it. Your face is so stinky that it's unbearable to look at!"

Lin Wu suddenly realized what was going on. He threw away the dung basket and quickly ran to the lake.