Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan took off the cotton shoes on his feet, and then put on the big cockroach thrown by the master.

Nitrogen is a kind of leather boots in winter at that time, most of which are made of cowhide, with a half circle of delicate pleats on the upper, and a kind of grass must be added to the shoes.

That's right, this grass is the well-known cattail grass.

Guandong Mountain, Sanzongbao, ginseng, mink fur, and grass.

This ginseng mink skin cannot be enjoyed by ordinary people, and only this grass is the treasure of the people.

This kind of grass grows on the tower head piers of meadows. It looks slender, but soft and tough. After drying, it is beaten in winter and put into boots, even if it is standing in a snow shell. For a long time, my feet will not freeze.

Of course, if there is no grass, you can also put some rice husks and the like, but the heat preservation effect will be much worse.

The pair of big horns that Liu Qingshan wore were obviously more particular. They were high-waisted boots, and the outside was not leather, but fur.

Ask the master, the mute grandpa gestured and said: It is made of the fur of Dahan, and when walking in the snow, it does not touch the snow at all.

After putting on the big gun and the leggings, Grandpa Dumb and Liu Qingshan both carried a burden and a thick wooden stick in their hands, and set off.

"Master, don't you have a gun?"

Liu Qingshan was a little uneasy. In this winter, it is difficult for beasts to find food, and their eyes are green from hunger.

The mute grandpa smiled and gestured a few times: Walking in the mountains and forests depends on real skills. What is the use of that fire stick?

Fire stick?

Well, this is the first time Liu Qingshan has heard someone call a shotgun a fire stick. Master, this is really the boldness of an art master.

The two hounds walked unhurriedly ahead, and they seldom barked. As for the remaining half-big dogs and little blacks, they were all left in the woodcut.

In the winter forests, the feeling is extremely quiet. In the forests, the snow in ordinary places does not reach the ankles, and in some low-lying places, it goes directly to the knees.

Occasionally, there will be a light clicking sound, which is made by the snow and the dead branches. In the quiet forest, it can be heard very clearly.

Liu Qingshan looked around as he walked, and saw the dumb grandfather frown, stretched out a big slap with a stubborn hand, and slapped it on his dog-skin hat.

Liu Qingshan was photographed a little confused, I don't know why Master did it when he walked well.

Grandpa Mute pointed to the tree with his hand, and then pointed to the snow, and Liu Qingshan noticed that when he came this way, Grandpa Mute would leave a mark on the tree every few dozen steps he took.

He kind of got it: Doing so will keep you from getting lost.

There is also the snow, which seems to be a vast expanse of white, but in fact there are animal footprints of various sizes and shapes.

The first lesson the dumb grandpa taught Liu Qingshan was to recognize animal footprints and feces.

Liu Qingshan was completely convinced, because from these footprints, Master can even distinguish the male and female of the beast, and can roughly judge when he passed by here, half a day ago, or three days ago.

When he got here, he felt that he had suddenly become a primary school student and had to learn everything from scratch.

Fortunately, his mind is mature, he studied hard with his master, and when he encounters something he doesn't understand, he likes to get to the bottom of it.

Along the way, the mute grandpa is also very happy, always smiling.

"Master, this is a group of wild boars, I counted, there should be a few."

Liu Qingshan made rapid progress. After checking his footprints, he made a gesture.

The dumb grandfather nodded with satisfaction. There are indeed eight wild boars in this family of wild boars.

woo... woo...

The hound in front made a low bark, as if reminding something.

The dumb grandfather came to a stone lagoon, raised the wooden stick in his hand, stabbed a few times in a snow nest, and then,

A hole is revealed.

If you look closely, there are still traces of hot air coming out of the snow cave.

"Bear den?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The dumb grandfather waved his hand, and after a few gestures, Liu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be not the hibernating bear blind, but the name also has a bear character, it is the sable bear.

Although the mink bear is also called a bear, it is actually a member of the weasel family, and it is a close relative to the weasel.

The mute grandfather also asked Liu Qingshan to go to the snow cave to smell it, and there was indeed an unpleasant smell.

Mink bears are semi-hibernating animals. The entrance of the cave is covered with heavy snow, and it is inevitable that they cannot breathe well in the cave. Therefore, Grandpa Mute will help to clean up the entrance of the cave.

Is this... a good thing?

Liu Qingshan thinks Master is very interesting: Grandpa Dumb also hunts some wild beasts in the forest, but he also protects them. Isn't this a bit contradictory?

The master and apprentice continued to trudge forward. After walking for a while, Liu Qingshan was panting. On the other hand, the mute grandfather was still like a leisurely walk, not tired at all.

The hound in front let out another low bark, and the mute grandfather led Liu Qingshan to a big tree that needed two or three people to hug and stopped.

Liu Qingshan saw a big tree hole at a glance.

The master pointed to the top of the tree hole. He looked up and saw some hoarfrost hanging.

He understood that there must be goods in this hole, and the hot air he breathed out would condense frost above the hole.

"Master, this must be a black blind man, right?"

Liu Qingshan is also confident now that in their place, this is called "squatting warehouse".

The tree hole is like a big warehouse, and black bears hibernate in it, so it is called a squatting warehouse.

Generally speaking, the bear on the sunny slope likes to squat in the tree hole, which is called Tiancang; the bear on the shady slope likes to burrow into the ground to hibernate, which is called the "Dicang".

This is also the easiest time to hunt bears. Of course, when Master is leading Liu Qingshan, he will definitely not kill bears.

The dumb grandfather looked around the tree hole carefully, then shook his head with a smile, and made a few more gestures.

what, big bear? !

Liu Qingshan felt that his legs became weaker: "Master, let's get out of here first!"

The horse bear, because of its huge size, also has a big horse face, hence its name.

And because he likes to stand up and sway around like a human, he is also called a human bear.

Of course, it's best known by its scientific name: the brown bear!

Think of a big brown bear sleeping in a tree hole, who doesn't have a throbbing liver?

Brown bears are really big, and even Siberian tigers don't dare to provoke them. They definitely have the qualifications to dominate the forest.

The mute grandpa smiled and waved his hand, put his ear to the tree trunk again, listened for a while, then nodded with satisfaction, and then left with Liu Qingshan.

After walking out for a few hundred meters, Liu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief: This quiet forest is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface, and how many dangers are hidden in the dark?

Fluttering, there was a sound of flapping wings from overhead.

Liu Qingshan looked up and saw a group of pigeon-sized birds flying down to the ground not far away.

pheasant?

Immediately, he shook his head. This bird was obviously smaller than a pheasant, and the feathers on its body were similar to those of a wooden pheasant. It wasn't fancy at all. The most important thing was that it didn't have such a long tail.

He suddenly thought of something and spit out: "Flying dragon!"

The dumb grandfather nodded, and Liu Qingshan was a little uneasy: the rare birds on the mountain should be the flying dragons first.

As the saying goes, dragon meat in the sky, no one has ever eaten this dragon meat, but the flying dragon is absolutely delicious.

The scientific name of the flying dragon is called the flower-tailed hazelnut. It likes to eat pine nuts and various small insects in the forest.

If it is used to hang soup, it is said to be very delicious. Anyway, Liu Qingshan has grown up so big, and he has never tasted it.

Seeing the apprentice almost drooled, and the mute grandfather also had a loving smile on his face. He just reached out and patted Liu Qingshan's head, and then led him to continue walking in the forest.

After reaching the end, Liu Qingshan's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he seemed to be unconscious, just trudging through the snow mechanically.

The mute grandfather didn't mean to stop at all, he still walked unhurriedly, knowing that the sky was getting dark, so he stopped in a glade.

In this open space, there was another woodcut, but this wooded wooden house looked more old.

It turns out that there is a place to rest here!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he kept wondering: where should he stay at night, he couldn't sleep in the big snow shell, in that case, it would be hard to wake up tomorrow morning.

The hut was not locked, and the door was fastened with iron wires. When entering the house, there were candles, a stove in the house, and outside the hut, matches, wood, etc. were all readily available.

The fire was lit, the candle was lit, and the cold air was immediately dissipated, and Liu Qingshan felt that the whole person was alive again.

There was still rice in the jar, and it was sealed tightly. While Liu Qingshan was washing the rice and steaming the rice, he saw the mute grandpa came back from the outside with two birds in his hands.

Looking at the mottled feathers on the bird, Liu Qingshan was dumbfounded again: This should be the flying dragon, why did Master catch it?

The mute grandpa made a few gestures: at night, the flying dragon would plunge into the snow shell to sleep, so he grabbed two and came back to make soup.

It's easy to say, but if it's really that easy to catch, it's probably long gone.

Liu Qingshan felt that there were too many things that he needed to learn.

In fact, the most important thing to learn is Master's non-greed: a group of flying dragons, I just caught two and brought them back.

If you take it, you will take it, and if you give it up, you will give it up. Even if it is replaced by Liu Qingshan, who has developed the concept of animal protection in his mind, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve.

At least he was thinking just now: can he get a few more and give his family a taste.

After the bird feathers are removed, the rest is left to the master to cook, while Liu Qingshan is learning.

I saw that Grandpa Dumb added a few scoops of water to the pot, threw the two cleaned up flying dragons into it, and then covered the pot and boiled it.

After the pot is boiled, throw a small handful of Schisandra in it, and then add a little salt when the pot is ready, it's that simple.

This point, Liu Qingshan generally understands: the better the ingredients, the simpler the processing method.

At the beginning of dinner, each person had a big bowl of hot flying dragon soup, Liu Qingshan took a small sip, and then hissed and air-conditioned.

This is not hot, but fresh, as if the essence of the entire forest is nurtured in this soup.

The dumb grandfather looked at his apprentice's stupid appearance and compared it with him: Over the years, flying dragons have become more and more rare, and it is enough to try it occasionally.

Don't make any other ideas. If you are greedy for immediate benefits, if you catch them and sell them, it will probably take a few years before this kind of bird will become extinct.