Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The Red Pine Forest Farm is located deep in the old forest.

The snow here is half a foot thicker than outside, and the wind howls through the treetops, sounding like ghosts wailing.

Zhao Shanhe carried a basket on his back, walking with uneven steps. The further he went, the quieter it became, so quiet that there wasn't even a bird chirping, only the crunching sound of his footsteps on the snow.

This is a "land of no descendants".

Experienced hunters know that only in the dwellings of truly murderous people are there no living creatures daring to approach.

Ahead came a low log cabin, its courtyard wall made of logs about two people high, covered with barbed wire. It didn't look like a place for living, but rather like a place for imprisoning prisoners.

Zhao Shanhe had just walked to a spot twenty meters from the gate of the courtyard.

"Stand there."

A hoarse, smoky voice suddenly drifted out from the wind and snow.

Zhao Shanhe paused in his steps.

On the wooden stump at the entrance of the courtyard sat a gaunt old man.

He was wearing a shiny, old leather coat, a dog-skin hat that was almost falling out of shape, and a small file in his hand, slowly filing something.

Even when he heard someone coming, he didn't look up; he just focused on his work.

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

That's... chipping away at the wolf's fangs.

The old man was holding a fang that was at least two inches long, and he was sharpening it to make it into a pendant.

Two full minutes passed before the old man blew on the bone powder in his hand and slowly raised his eyelids.

What kind of eyes were those? Cloudy and yellowish, yet like an eagle's, they could strip away your flesh and see right through you to your very bones with just one glance.

"You're quite energetic."

Old Sun sniffed, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Shanhe's cotton-padded jacket, which still bore the marks of blood.

"Wild boar blood, the smell of wolf, and a hint of..."

He paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a contemptuous sneer:

"Smells like a fox. What's wrong? Did you just steal a chicken or pick up a dead rabbit?"

Zhao Shanhe lifted the basket on his back and called out in a humble yet assertive manner, "Uncle Sun, I am Zhao Shanhe from Kaoshantun."

"Zhao Shanhe?"

Old Sun stuffed the wolf tooth into his pocket, picked up the pipe next to him, and tapped it on the sole of his shoe:

"Oh, I remember now. The eldest son of Zhao Laosi's family."

He grinned, revealing a set of stained, yellowed teeth, his tone full of sarcasm:

"Your dad was a coward. Back when he came with me into the mountains, he'd wet his pants at the sound of a bear calling, and in the end, he had to go back to farming. What? You're tired of living, wanting to follow in your good-for-nothing father's footsteps and go into the mountains to feed the wolves?"

That's a really harsh statement.

They ripped off the Zhao family's face and threw it on the ground to stomp on it.

If it were a hot-blooded young person, their face would probably be flushed red by now, and they would either turn around and leave or get angry.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Having lived two lives, he knows all too well the temperament of these old mountain runners.

This is called "training the eagle." First, he has to wear down your arrogance and see if you can remain calm. If you get impatient, you won't even be qualified to enter this academy.

"Grandpa Sun is right."

Zhao Shanhe even smiled, his tone as calm as if he were having a casual conversation:

"My father is timid, but that's to save his life. But I'm not here today to listen to your stories."

Without further ado, he took off his basket.

"I just passed through the county town and picked up a little thing that nobody wanted. You're the most knowledgeable expert around here, so I'd like to ask you to take a look and see if it's worthless."

Zhao Shanhe reached into his basket, pulled out the black dog that was bound hand and foot and was still whimpering, and threw it onto the snow.

"Bang!"

The black dog fell heavily onto the snow.

Its four legs were tightly bound together with thick hemp rope, and its mouth was also tied with a "pig's hoof knot," making it impossible for it to stand up.

But it didn't back down, nor did it lie still like a dead dog.

The moment it touched the ground, the beast was like a black fish thrown ashore, frantically thrashing and twisting on the snow using the strength of its spine and neck!

Although its body was bound like a rice dumpling, every muscle was taut. It didn't care that the rope was digging into its flesh; it just tried desperately to break free.

"Waaaaah... Waaaah—!!"

Because its mouth was strangled, it couldn't make a sound; all it could manage was a muffled, suffocating yet murderous growl.

Although his body was unable to move, his bloodshot eyes stared intently at Old Sun in front of him, the fierce light in his eyes seeming to burst forth.

"Um?"

The pipe in Old Sun's mouth remained suspended in mid-air.

"Tie them up like this, and their spirits still won't break?"

Old Sun clicked his tongue.

He didn't mind the cold ground, tucked his pipe into his waistband, walked over in a few steps, and squatted down directly in front of the black dog.

He didn't rush to take action, but first stared at the dog's defiant eyes.

Then, the large hand, as thin as withered tree bark, suddenly reached out and flicked the dog's nose with lightning speed.

Although the black dog couldn't bite anyone, out of instinct, it suddenly jerked its head to the side, the veins on its neck bulging, as if it wanted to headbutt Old Sun's hand!

"He has a fierce temper."

Old Sun chuckled, his excitement stemming from spotting a good prey.

While the dog was struggling, he grabbed it by the scruff of its neck with his large hand, like an iron clamp, ignoring its violent twisting, and ran his hand down its spine, segment by segment, until he reached the base of its tail.

"The bones are hard; they haven't fully developed yet."

"These kidneys... even when they're tied up, they can still exert force; they're wolf-like."

As Old Sun touched the bone, he muttered to himself, his hand movements extremely professional—it was the old hunter performing a "bone-strengthening" exercise.

Finally, he reached out and pinched the dog's muzzle, which was bound by a rope, to feel the force of its clenched teeth, and then examined the dog's paw pads.

I watched it for a good three to five minutes.

Old Sun finally let go, stood up, and patted the dirt off his hands.

"Where did you get this?" Old Sun asked, his tone no longer carrying the previous contempt, but rather a hint of seriousness.

"It was in the kitchen of a state-run restaurant," Zhao Shanhe said calmly. "It bit someone, and the cook wanted to kill it and eat it. I thought it looked good, so I traded it for a fox pelt."

"Trade it for a fox pelt?"

Old Sun lit his cigarette again, took a deep drag, and through the smoke, his eagle-like eyes looked directly at Zhao Shanhe for the first time:

"That cook is blind."

"But your eyesight is definitely from those old-timers who used to run in the mountains, you're not blind."

Old Sun pointed to the black dog on the ground:

"This is the essence of 'Mountain Chaser,' although it has some mixed-in dog blood, its ferocity is still there. Tiger head, iron whip, slanted eyes. This is a 'black dragon' that hasn't grown its teeth yet."

"Good dog."

Old Sun gave a two-word evaluation.

In this small area of ​​Changbai Mountain, there are no more than five dogs that can truly live up to the name "Old Sun".

"However..." Old Sun changed the subject, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his mouth:

"This dog is full of pent-up anger; it's suffered a lot and seen bloodshed. It's just that it's still young now. Once it's two years old, if you can't control it, the first person it will bite to death will be you."

Zhao Shanhe smiled.

He took a step forward, and the bloodthirsty aura he carried from the boar king's corpse faintly emanated from him:

"That's exactly what I want—a fierce one. If it's not fierce, how can it help me guard my home?"

"And..." Zhao Shanhe stared directly at Old Sun:

"Uncle Sun, do you think I can't control it?"

Old Sun stared at Zhao Shanhe for a long time.

That was the old wolf scrutinizing the young wolves who wanted to join him.

Finally, he suddenly laughed, a laugh that held a strange and profound meaning.

"That's interesting."

"That coward Zhao Laosi actually fathered a son."

Old Sun turned and walked into the house. The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing a dark, gaping hole inside, like a beast's den.

"Come in."

Old Sun's voice drifted out from the house:

"Since you know about dogs, then I'll show you what real soldiers under the command of the Mountain God are like."