Spring Thunder Chapter 0215 Flying Dragon
"The new man is an educated youth who knows beekeeping. They raise bees in the mountains and collect some mountain products. They make a decent living."
"Do city kids know how to keep bees?"
"What city kid? I heard he was sent to the countryside less than half a year after arriving in the city, and grew up in the countryside."
Nan Yi understood it as soon as he thought about it. It was probably the person that Pu Dashan was talking about whose father had brought him to the city in 1968, but he was kicked back to the countryside after just half a year of eating the guaranteed grain.
There are many such cases. There was such a person in the Erhua Family Compound. He was also sent to the countryside not long after he came to the city. However, he had some luck in his misfortune, as the place where he was sent to work was his hometown.
"Interesting, old man, what's the name of the new man?"
"The new man is Qian Tangsheng, the woman is Gao Lihua, and the original man is Cui Zhenglong."
"Tsk tsk, a Qiantangsheng, a Qiantang native?" Nan Yi asked playfully.
"He is from Qiantang. He has a younger brother who has come to see him. His name seems to be Qiantangyi." said Pu Dashan.
"It's interesting to sacrifice for the sake of survival."
At this time, Nan Yi was less interested in Changbai Mountain than in this Korean flower. What kind of fairy was she that could make an educated youth so bold?
Park Dashan was in front, Nan Yi and the other two were behind. A group of people walked in the valley. Nan Yi and the others followed Park Dashan's steps and walked forward in the footprints he left behind.
In the mountains, especially snowy mountains like this, you can't walk around randomly. If you are not familiar with the terrain, you may easily fall into a snow pit.
Xuewozi refers to the undulating valleys and hills with slopes, ridges and potholes everywhere. Some of the mountain streams and canyons under the cliffs are unfathomable.
Whenever the mountains are covered with snow in winter, whirlwinds sweep across the country and carry the accumulated snow down the valley, filling up the deep canyons. There is snow everywhere and it is impossible to distinguish the gullies, ridges, high mountains and valleys.
When walking in the mountains, if you are not familiar with the road, you may slip and be buried in the snow if you are not careful, which is more difficult to rescue than falling into quicksand.
Therefore, when walking in Changbai Mountain after the mountain is closed due to heavy snow, the most feared thing is falling into a snow pit.
In the words of Pu Dashan: "I am not afraid of the sky or the earth, but I am afraid of grabbing a handful of snow."
After walking through a long valley, the team approached a hilly area covered with overgrown grass. Suddenly, Pu Dashan raised his left hand and made a fist.
Nan Yi and the other two saw his action, and they squatted down and raised their guns. Nan Yi held the old Gongzi, and Hu Cub held the Type 63 rifle. It was unknown where the old man borrowed it from, as this gun was rare.
The gun is considered a good gun, but unfortunately it was produced under tight time constraints and was poorly made. It had serious quality problems such as poor accuracy, poor interchangeability, and flamethrowing during shooting. The troops were unwilling to use it and switched back to the 56/5 and 56 automatic.
Pu Dashan pulled the bolt of the Type 38 rifle and loaded the bullet into the chamber. Then he looked back at the tiger cub and pointed to the left.
The tiger cub nodded and walked to the left with his back bent.
Nan Yi pointed the old I-beam in his hand at a mixed forest in front of him. There was an open grassland in front of several large fir trees. Although it was covered with spring snow, from the tops of the dead trees , he could hear bursts of chirping sounds from the weeds and bushes from time to time.
Pu Dashan listened for a while, then turned back and pointed at Nan Yi and the old character "Gong" in his hand.
Nan Yi nodded, crouched down and walked forward a few steps, stopping sixty centimeters behind Park Dashan. This was the safest position.
Holding the gun, aiming through the gaps in the grass, Nan Yi took out a few tin bullets from his pocket, put them to his lips, and waited quietly.
Seeing that Nan Yi was ready, Pu Dashan patted the black tower that had been quietly staying at his feet, "Black tower, trace!"
After receiving the order, Heita ran towards the pheasant's nest. When he was almost there, he stopped and barked a few times. The pheasants were frightened and jumped up one by one.
Puff, Nan Yi pulled the trigger without bothering to look at the shooting results. He wiped his right hand to his mouth, and a tin bullet fell into his hand. He pulled the bolt, stuffed the tin bullet into the chamber, and raised the gun to shoot again.
Then he reloaded and fired again. After three shots, there was nothing else.
The tin bullet is too small, so no matter how fast you change it, it won't be very fast, and you have to insert it accurately. If you don't, the tin bullet will explode in the barrel and the gun will be useless.
This gun was also borrowed by Pu Dashan. It would be difficult to explain if it was damaged.
Heita, who was standing next to the pheasant coop, looked back at Nan Yi and saw that he had put down his gun. He then pounced towards the chicken coop and soon came back with two pheasants in his mouth.
"Two out of three, good marksmanship."
"Boss, is this a hazel grouse?"
"Yes, it's a flying dragon. These two are gray and ugly. The one with colorful shapes is the prettiest one."
Nan Yi walked forward and looked at the two hazel grouse that Heita had placed on the ground. One was hit in the neck and the other in the abdomen. They were hit by him when they fluttered.
After taking a look, Nan Yi said to Pu Dashan, "Old boss, will flying dragons lay eggs in this season?"
"No, the time has not come yet. They won't mate until March. When they mate, they hide very well and are not easy to find."
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"What's up?"
"I want to collect some dragons, alive, big or small, cubs, and dragon eggs."
"Not eating?"
"No, I want to raise it. Everyone knows that flying dragon meat is delicious. Wild flying dragons are becoming less and less. When everyone has money in the future and can afford to eat flying dragons, farmed flying dragons will definitely sell well."
"Okay, I'll help you spread the news, how do you plan to receive it?"
"Twenty-two pairs of big ones, thirty for small ones, fifty for cubs, and five dollars each for eggs. Do you think this price is okay?"
"The price is not bad, how much do you want?"
"A hundred pairs of cubs will be enough, and a few hundred , but no more than a thousand. You have to tell them for me not to hurt them, and it would be best if they weren't frightened."
"Just set a trap. This flying dragon is stupid and easy to trap."
"Then I'll leave it to you. Please help collect it. Once it's collected, someone will come and take it away."
No matter whether it is a domestic chicken or a wild chicken, no matter whether it grows meat quickly or has delicious meat, Nan Yi wants Fan Shengzhi to do research on it, and select several chicken breeds with the best benefits in the future, improve what can be improved, scale up what should be scaled up, and make it scientific where necessary.
In the future, he will take a big bite of the broiler market worth hundreds of billions of dollars a year .
After catching the two flying dragons, Pu Dashan led everyone to continue walking into the mountains. Along the way, they encountered several pheasant nests, but neither Pu Dashan nor Nan Yi had any intention of shooting again. Two flying dragons and one pheasant were enough to make a pot of flying dragon soup.
"With the air gun, the pheasants are in even greater trouble. In the past, when we were hiking in the mountains, we would scare them as soon as we fired the gun. After we shot a nest, the ones nearby would all run away. The air gun is quiet, and the stupid flying dragons can't hear the gunshot, so we'll kill whole nests of pheasants." When passing by a flying dragon's nest again, Pu Dashan said with emotion.
"The government will definitely take care of it, otherwise they would have been hunted to extinction. Look at the giant panda. It used to be called an iron-eating beast. Its life in the wild was so hard. It was often beaten and eaten. Now it has become a national treasure and is more precious than humans."
“Have you seen a panda?”
"Yes, I saw him on the curb one day. He was from the circus."
"A circus, that's not that expensive."
"It will be very valuable. Foreigners also like pandas, so their value will definitely go up."
After walking for a while, Park Dashan stopped and pointed to a wooden house with smoke coming out of it about a mile ahead. "That's Gao Lihua's house. We'll have lunch at their house at noon."
