Republic of China: Guandong Ginseng King

Chapter 46 Tracking
The water crow was in a bit of a dilemma.

When his uprising failed, he hid in the mountains for several years. During that time, he learned some skills from an old mountain dog and learned how to hunt.

But they still have to go back to Maoer Mountain. There are a lot of things to do at home and they can't delay here.

Besides, it is autumn now, the weeds have not yet fallen, and the snow has not yet fallen, so it is difficult to find any traces of the raccoon.

"Erkui, when it's daybreak, Master and I will go to the South Mountain to take a look.

It would be great if we could find traces of the raccoon, but there's nothing we can do if we can't.

At this moment, the ground is hard, and beavers walk lightly, leaving almost no traces. "

Qu Shaoyang saw that his master was in trouble, so he took the initiative to speak.

In theory, this matter has nothing to do with them, so it is understandable even if they don't help.

Qu Shaoyang agreed, and also wanted to do his best for Zhao Da Kui's sake.

"Oh, oh, I know, thank you uncle and Shaoyang." Upon hearing this, Zhao Erkui nodded repeatedly to express his gratitude to Qu Shaoyang and the others.

After going back and forth a few times, the sky outside gradually brightened. Wang couldn't sleep, so she got up to make breakfast.

The two chickens looked listless, not knowing whether they were badly injured or just frightened.

Seeing this, Wang made up her mind and killed both chickens.

When killing the chicken, Wang prepared a large bowl in advance and put some water, chopped green onions and salt in the bowl. When killing the chicken, she collected the blood in the bowl and then stirred in some flour or starch.

It was definitely not the right time to stew chicken in the morning, so Wang chopped up the chicken's internal organs and fried them together with the chicken blood into a chicken blood paste.

Breakfast consisted of porridge, pancakes, pickles, and a very delicious chicken blood porridge, and everyone ate a lot.

After breakfast, Qu Shaoyang and Shui Laowu carried their guns and, led by Zhao Erkui, they left the village and headed straight for Nanshan.

Last night, Dahei kept calling out in the direction of Nanshan, and later the noise of injury was also heard from the south.

So Qu Shaoyang and Shui Laowu decided to go to Nanshan to try looking for it first.

Qu Shaoyang and Shui Laowu are not locals and are not familiar with the terrain. Logically, Zhao Erkui should lead the way.

But Qu Shaoyang was afraid that Zhao Erkui knew nothing, and if he destroyed the traces left by the mountain beaver, they would be unable to find anything, so Qu Shaoyang walked in front.

Along the way, Qu Shaoyang carefully observed the clues around him, trying to find traces left by the raccoon.

But until we reached the foot of the mountain, we still found nothing.

Just about to enter the woods, Qu Shaoyang stopped and looked up at the forest ahead.

"It's hard to find grass this tall." The water crow also stopped, looked at the surrounding environment and sighed.

"It would be great if it could happen in the middle of the month. We can just stay in the sheepfold of Mr. Li's family and wait for it to come.

But it’s only the beginning of the month, and it’s so dark at night that you can’t see anything.”

Qu Shaoyang also sighed when he heard this. If it were in his previous life, even having a flashlight would have been enough.

They would guard the roof of the sheep pen at night, and if that guy came they would just open fire and kill him for sure.

It’s a pity that there is no flashlight at this time and the moon is not very bright.

Qu Shaoyang thought about it and decided to go into the woods.

Once they entered the forest, the master and disciple were even more confused. The forest was covered with grass, so it was difficult to find a raccoon's footprint, let alone a person hiding in it.

The civet cat is very secretive about its whereabouts. Even when it poops, it will be buried with soil.

Moreover, this thing can climb trees and jump up trees at any time. It is very difficult to find it if you want to walk on the trees. Qu Shaoyang climbed up the slope and looked back at the Zhao family's yard at the foot of the mountain. The direction of Dahei's barking last night came to his mind.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Qu Shaoyang saw a few chicken feathers.

Qu Shaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly picked up the chicken feathers. After looking at them carefully, Qu Shaoyang was sure that these were not pheasant feathers, but domestic chicken feathers.

"Erkui, come and take a look. Is this chicken feather the same as the one from the chickens you raise?" Qu Shaoyang quickly handed the chicken feather to Zhao Erkui and asked him to identify it.

"Yes, yes, this color belongs to my chicken." Zhao Erkui took it and took a look. Isn't it the chicken feathers of the reed chicken he raised?
The sudden surprise cheered up Qu Shaoyang. These chicken feathers gave them the direction to find the raccoon.

"Keep your eyes wide open and tell me if you see any chicken feathers. Maybe we can find the beast's tracks today."

Just like that, the three of them lined up in a row, lowered their heads and walked slowly forward, carefully looking for any suspicious signs as they walked.

After walking a short distance further, we found a patch of grass about six or seven feet in radius with traces of animals fighting.

Qu Shaoyang's eyes lit up when he saw this. He squatted down and looked carefully, and sure enough, he found a few clumps of black dog hair.

Looking at the grass again, I saw scattered bloodstains. The dark red bloodstains were very conspicuous on the yellow dead grass.

"It looks like this is the place where Dahei and Shanlizi fought. This means we are heading in the right direction." Qu Shaoyang said to Shui Laowu and Zhao Erkui.

At this moment, Zhao Erkui was already extremely impressed with Qu Shaoyang.

Even Shui Laowu looked at Qu Shaoyang differently. "Shaoyang, why didn't I know you had this ability?"

Qu Shaoyang smiled when he heard this and said, "My grandfather used to herd sheep for a landlord.

When I was a kid, I heard him tell a lot of stories, such as how to find a lost sheep, and I memorized a lot of them.”

This is not an exaggeration. When Qu Shaoyang's grandfather was in his teens, he did herd sheep for a landlord. Later he joined the army and became a scout.

However, Qu Shaoyang learned this set of tracking prey skills from others.

Qu Shaoyang recalled the fight between Dahei and Shanlizi in his mind. It should have been very short, as Dahei was defeated in just a few rounds.

Dahei is not a hunting dog, but he has a very ferocious temperament and a large body, so he dares to fight when he meets a raccoon.

Unfortunately, cats are born hunters. Dahei was defeated in a few moves and fled back to the village in panic.

Qu Shaoyang waved his hand, signaling the two to continue walking forward. After walking about half a mile, they found a pile of chicken feathers.

This should be the place where the raccoon took away the chicken for the first time and ate it. It must have been not full after eating the chicken, so it returned to Zhao's house and took away the chicken again.

"Let's go, keep going forward, maybe we'll find something else."

A total of five chickens were lost. It is impossible for them to be in the same place. As long as we keep looking forward, we will definitely find something.

"Don't just look at the ground, look at the trees too. Beavers can climb trees and love to walk on them."

The three of them walked forward for more than a mile, and suddenly, Zhao Erkui pointed to the branch of a tree in front of them.

"Look, what's that on that tree? Is it a pheasant?"

Qu Shaoyang followed Zhao Erkui's gaze and shook his head, "It's not a pheasant, it should be a dead chicken."

As Qu Shaoyang spoke, he took off the gun and handed it to Shui Laowu.

He rolled up his sleeves, spat on his hands, hugged the tree and climbed up.

Qu Shaoyang easily climbed up the ten-meter-tall red pine tree and took the dead chicken down from the branch.

(End of this chapter)