59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

If it was something else, Chen Feng probably wouldn't want it, but this piece of tiger bone is good.

When the three teenagers were carrying a bag of mushrooms to another mountain area, Chen Feng found a tiger bone in his backpack.

"Big brother, take care!"

"Brother, come back when you have time!"

A group of little kids were standing at the entrance of the village, looking very reluctant to leave. They still had a piece of candy in their hands, but they were reluctant to eat it immediately and planned to eat it when they were hungry.

Compared with other villages, this mountain village has many hunters. Chen Feng found many traps along the way. With good meat to sustain themselves, their nutrition was well supplemented.

"goodbye!"

Fatty Wang waved at them.

The old village chief stood at the intersection, watched them leave, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are still many good people in this world!" Fatty Wang pretended to be an adult and spoke in the tone of an old man.

"That's not necessarily true. There are a lot of bad guys in Beijing. There are a lot of bastards next door who give birth to sons without anus." Chen Hao often hung out with Sha Zhu when he was a child and learned a lot of harsh words from him.

The sentence following this one was Shazhu’s old catchphrase.

I wonder how Yi Zhonghai would feel after hearing this in the past!

It should be exciting!

After all, he can't even give birth to a bastard!

"Brother, the people in this mountain village are pretty nice." Hu Bayi said.

Chen Feng smiled but said nothing.

At the same time, Lijiacun was saying something similar.

“This gay guy is so nice!”

The daughter-in-law of the village chief of Lijia Village couldn't help but sigh. She held a handful of candies in her hand and planned to keep them for her son to eat when he came down from the mountain.

The old village chief sighed and said, "The boy who can take out a bottle of oil must be a big shot in the city. Other children are filial and ignorant. If we take advantage of them, if a big shot comes to our door, how can we, a small mountain village, bear it?"

"Your Third Uncle took out the tiger bones just for the sake of fair trade."

"For the big shots in Sijiu City, a bottle of oil is nothing, tiger bones are the real deal."

His daughter-in-law was stunned for a moment, and after a while she asked, "Dad, did we make a profit or a loss?"

"Of course I made a profit!"

The old village chief said calmly: "There is no food in the village now, and alcohol is expensive outside. It would be a waste to keep the tiger bone. It would be more useful to exchange it for a bottle of oil."

The other old men said a few words.

"Yes, and they gave the children a handful of candy."

"That cigarette is good. It doesn't choke my throat."

"This is Daqianmen, a good cigarette that only cadres smoke."

"It's a pity that only one was sent."

The old village chief smiled and nodded, silently putting away the half pack of cigarettes in his pocket, which still had seven or eight cigarettes in it.

The oil can be shared, which benefits the whole village!

But no smoking.

Smoking is harmful to health. For the sake of everyone's health, he can only sacrifice himself!

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Along the way, he released more than a dozen wild rabbits and hundreds of pheasants. He also deliberately found a small hill and released a yellow sheep a few hundred meters ahead.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Lai Fu immediately chased after him.

"There is prey!"

The three teenagers ran wildly.

Chen Feng followed behind, and in just three minutes, Chen Hao, Hu Bayi and Wang Pangzi, armed with pistols, surrounded them from three directions, and the remaining direction was a cliff.

They listened to Chen Feng talk about many hunting techniques and learned the simplest way to surround the prey.

Fatty Wang, who had the best shooting skills, fired first and hit the yellow sheep's foot with one shot. Then Lai Fu rushed forward, bit the yellow sheep's other leg and captured it alive.

"Fatty, you can't hit the calf. This is the thigh, there's so much meat!" Chen Hao was furious.

Looking at the yellow sheep dragged over by Lai Fu, my heart ached.

Lamb leg is delicious!

Now there's one leg missing!

"Haozi, you're talking nonsense. Why don't you shoot and see if you can hit the calf. I was clearly aiming at the stomach!" Fatty Wang was also very angry.

"You were aiming at the stomach, but why did you hit the leg? Your shooting skills are not good." Chen Hao sat down without complaining about the back pain from standing.

"I'm better than you!" Fatty Wang laughed.

"Let's go back and see who is stronger!" Chen Hao curled his lips. His martial arts skills were better than the fat man's.

"Stop arguing, tie up the goat first and then we'll carry it down the mountain," Hu Bayi advised.

They don't hunt much now, because even if they do, they can't bring any back, and it will only benefit the elusive Big Black.

One sheep is enough for them.

This is called knowing the times, or being content with what you have.

He took out a rope from the bag and tied the yellow sheep directly to a long stick that Hu Bayi brought.

The stick is made of steel bars and can be used to hit bushes and scare away snakes and insects. It can also be used as a javelin to defend against tigers and wolves.

Now they simply used it as a carrying pole, tied the injured yellow goat on it, and Hu Bayi and Chen Hao carried it down the mountain together.

Fatty Wang walked proudly in front.

"Brother, don't sell this sheep. Keep it for us to eat."

Chen Feng, who was walking towards him slowly, asked with a smile: "If you take this to sell, it will cost several hundred yuan. Are you sure you don't want to sell it and eat it all?"

"Hey, big brother, I want to take it back to show my grandfather, father, and mother that I, Wang Kaixuan, am also a man in the Forty-Nine City!"

Fatty Wang was very obsessed with this matter and really wanted to show it off at home.

"What about you?" Chen Feng looked at his two younger brothers.

"Brother, I want to eat meat too."

Chen Hao recently had ten dollars and felt very rich.

As a rich man with dreams, his dream is to eat meat every day!

"I'm fine with either." Hu Bayi answered without waiting for Chen Feng to look at him.

"Okay then, give half of the mutton to Fatty Wang to take home and show off, and keep the remaining half at home to eat." Chen Feng made the decision.

Chen Hao winked at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang was very proud.

After getting down the mountain, they tied the yellow sheep to the crossbar of the bicycles, and the four of them rode two bicycles home.

As soon as he entered the city, Fatty Wang felt that he had become the most handsome fat guy in the city!

Many people couldn't help but look at them.

The fat man held the seat under Chen Feng's butt with one hand, held his head high, and waved to strangers with the other hand, feeling like a big shot in the parade on National Day.

If he were standing on the car, he would wave to everyone like this.

When they returned to Nanluoguxiang and met someone passing by, Fatty Wang explained that they had gone up the mountain to kill a yellow sheep and that he had fired the shot himself.

"Fatty, could you please stop being so arrogant? I also contributed!" Chen Hao was a little jealous of his treatment.

"Okay, I'll tell you later. You guys contributed a lot, but it was me who shot the gazelle." Fatty Wang said with great pride.

"Damn it, next time I'll kill a tiger for you to see."

Chen Hao was very envious of Fatty Wang’s current “glory”.

Several acquaintances just praised the fat man highly.

Passing by the supply and marketing cooperative, Fatty Wang shouted, "Auntie Guo, Auntie Guo, come out quickly, I shot a sheep, Haozi and Bayi also helped, but they didn't hit it."

Chen Hao’s fist hardened!

This bastard might as well not say anything!