Rebirth of Bayi Fishing and Hunting in the Northwest

Chapter 236: Good people are always rewarded. Here comes the information!
Li Jianguo returned home and told Li Long about this.

"What are the six-color gifts?" Although Li Long has lived one more life, he still doesn't know much about this.

He looked at Li Qingxia, who waved his hand:

"This is in the northern border, ask your brother."

"It varies from place to place. Generally speaking, there are six different kinds of gifts, such as cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, and tea." Li Jianguo often serves as the general manager for weddings. He has seen a lot of these things. He explained:

"To be more specific, there must be meat, ribs are the best, and some even say three ribs. There must be fish, which means abundance every year and is a blessing. Then there are cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea, cakes and the like. The latter ones are all double portions."

"Then the meat...fish..." Li Long calculated, "There are still three days left. I'm going to the mountains now. I'll see if I can catch a wild boar tomorrow morning. If not, I'll go to the butcher shop and buy some. Fish is easy to get. I should be able to catch some red carp if I cast a few nets on the first day of the week...Cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea, I'll buy them right after I come back from the mountains."

"Hey, other people's engagements are arranged by their parents, but you took care of everything yourself." Du Chunfang whispered while sitting at the door, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"What should I do? What can I do?" Li Qingxia said with a smile, "My son is very capable, I just watch with a smile."

Li Jianguo and Li Long both laughed.

"Then you are so lucky!" Du Chunfang still insisted, "Why don't you just not go to the engagement day? It's embarrassing."

"No, I must go. Xiaolong is going to get married, and I have to watch over him. I'm still waiting to hold my grandson! I didn't get to hold Juanjuan and Qiangqiang, but I have to hold Xiaolong..."

"You have a wonderful idea! Juanjuan and Qiangqiang were raised by their mothers. Now that you are rich as a grandfather, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

Li Long looked at his mother with some surprise.

In the previous life, Du Chunfang and her elder sister-in-law Liang Yuemei had a bad relationship. I didn't expect that now I would consider her.

"Of course." Li Qingxia said with a smile, "I know this matter well."

Du Chunfang was about to say something, but Liang Yuemei smiled and said:
"Mom, I have money. Xiaolong gave me the money he earned earlier. I also made a lot from cutting poles this time. When Qiuli kills the pig, I will have more money..."

"That's to each his own." Du Chunfang's tone softened. After spending some time together, she could see that her eldest daughter-in-law was a good person. She took care of the family and raised Li Long since he was a child. This was what she, as a mother, should do. She felt guilty.

That was the deal. After having lunch at home, Li Long rode his bicycle with his gun and backpack to the mountains.

As he rode along, Li Long was thinking: In the future, when we go to the mountains, although bicycles are fast, they can only carry a small amount of things. Horse-drawn carriages can carry a lot of things, but they are not fast enough.

If I have the chance in the future, I will still get a three-wheeled motorcycle or a tractor.

Of course, it would be even better if we could get a 212 - but it's impossible. After all, that thing is now only available to county and regiment level people. The head of the village still rides a bicycle.

Arriving at the county, Li Long went to the compound to pack some daily necessities. He planned to stay in the mountains until the morning of the day after tomorrow. If there was nothing the morning of the day after tomorrow, he would go back directly and buy some at the state-owned meat shop.

Originally, he could have saved the effort, but Li Long was just itching to go hunting.

By the way, I also want to see if I can touch that thing with pointy ears again.

By the time Li Long rode his bike to the cabin, the sun had already set.

Both locks on the wooden house are in good condition. It seems that there are no bad guys around, or even no one at all.

He put his bicycle into the small bedroom, locked the door, and walked into the mountains with the bag.

He planned to pick some mushrooms at night, one to make some mushroom soup later, and the other to dry some in the sun.

It is now the early 1980s. The only vegetables we can eat in winter, apart from pickled vegetables, are cabbage, radishes, potatoes and the like from the vegetable cellar.

There are very few dried vegetables, just vermicelli and the little bit that is dried in my own vegetable garden.

So Li Long planned to pick more mushrooms, slice them and dry them, so that he would have an extra delicious dish in winter.

Especially now that black tiger paw mushrooms are here, there's a lot of them, and they're so big that you can measure them by drying them out.

Entering another ditch, Li Long saw the black tiger paw fungus with black stripes and brown color on the edge of the moss on the shady side.

He picked one off the edge of the moss. This one was as big as a dinner plate. There were several more nearby, large and small.

Li Long opened the bag and put the things in. In his previous life, he had seen a blogger interviewing someone in a short video. The person's head was small, as big as a palm.

Could it be that what I picked were the Northeast Tiger Paw Mushrooms, and what those people picked were the South China Tiger Paw Mushrooms?

After thinking up a cold joke in his mind, Li Long picked up a dozen black tiger paw mushrooms and walked forward.

After picking up two piles, it felt like there were more than ten kilograms of mushrooms in the bag, and Li Long had some experience. This thing grows in relatively humid places, basically on the shady hillsides, in the grass or moss, because it is big and easy to find.

After crossing a ravine and arriving at a flat valley, Li Long saw that the terrain did not look like a place where black tiger paw mushrooms could grow. When he turned around and wanted to leave, he thought that since he was already here, it would be nice to pick up some straw mushrooms, so he went down the ravine.

As soon as I went down, I saw the gentle slope opposite the valley covered with Tianshan red flowers, which are also called wild poppies or corn poppies.

This thing grows into a large area. Some herdsmen’s grasslands also grow this. It grows naturally and is perennial. It is cut every year and continues to grow the next year.

Li Long remembered that in his previous life, the team organized a trip to Nalati. When they were resting on the side of National Highway 218, they saw a large patch of these flowers on the side of the road in a place called Musi, which were blooming very brightly.

At that time, the herdsmen used barbed wire to block the red flowers. If you wanted to go in and take pictures, it cost five yuan per person.

According to the herdsman, the money collected from this grassland every year is more expensive than the grass he harvests later.

Later on, the price was ten or fifteen yuan per person. Later on, there was a severe drought and the safflower was gone.

At that time, Li Long also saw a beekeeper there. Li Long knew that wild poppy was a herb, so he wanted to buy some honey. However, the beekeeper said that he would not harvest honey in the next two days and he had to wait for a few days.

This kind of honey was relatively cheap at that time, twenty yuan per kilogram... Unfortunately I didn't buy it.

Li Long walked down while thinking about the past life, and then stood there.

He clearly saw that there was a tent there!
There are more than twenty wooden boxes placed neatly on the edge of the tent. Aren’t they beehives?
The beekeeper is coming?
Li Long was happy, and walked over quickly with the mushroom bag. Honey was still a rare commodity these days, so it would be nice to buy some to eat.

When he was about fifty or sixty meters away from the tent, he felt that there were more bees around him, buzzing, and some of them were circling around Li Long curiously.

Li Long was not very scared. He didn't wear perfume, had no peculiar smell on his body, and didn't sweat. The honey shouldn't be interested in him.

However, as I approached the tent, I didn't hear any movement from anyone.

Li Long couldn't help but shout:
"anyone there?"

His shouting did not elicit a response from anyone, but instead attracted many bees to gather around him. The tent was very old, with many patches on it, and the color was no longer the green it had been in the early days, but had faded a lot. I don't know how many years it had been used.

Outside was a large bucket half-full of water, and through the tent curtains blown by the wind one could see a few bags of sugar inside.

It is normal to have sugar. The climate in the mountains is cool in the morning and evening. If it rains or hails continuously when you first arrive, the temperature has not risen, or the flowering period has not arrived, you can't eat honey, so you can only eat sugar.

But at this time, the price of sugar and honey has not yet diverged, so as long as the flowers are blooming, sugar will not be fed.

Next to the sugar bag were a few wild mushrooms and a small bundle of wild onions. The onion leaves were a little wilted, and it seemed that they had been dug two or three days ago.

Li Long shouted again: "Is anyone there?"

Then he heard a faint voice in the tent:
"Yes...save me..."

Li Long dropped the bag and hurried forward, lifted the curtain, and then saw a short middle-aged man lying on the bed in the tent, his face flushed and his lips chapped - is he having a fever?

Li Long walked up to the man, bent down and asked:
"Do you have a cold? Do you have a fever?"

The man tried hard to open his eyes, nodded slightly, and whispered something, but Li Long couldn't hear it clearly.

He reached out and touched the man's forehead, which was hot, and guessed that he might have a fever.

Li Long hurriedly found a worn-out towel, poured water from the bucket outside to wet it, and placed it on the man’s forehead, then said:

"Wait a minute, I'll go back and get the medicine..."

There were some reserve medicines in the wooden house. Li Long ran back quickly and got them back.

The man took the medicine with the help of Li Long, and half an hour later, his temperature slowly dropped.

Li Long was glad that the man just had a cold and fever. If he had eaten poisonous mushrooms or been bitten by a snake, there would be nothing he could do.

Li Long poured more water for the man. It was too late to boil water at this time. Fortunately, the man had a thermos with warm water in it. It was not known whether it was from yesterday or the day before yesterday.

After about an hour, the sun had set behind the mountain. The man was obviously in better spirits and explained the situation clearly.

His name is Lu Dafeng, a professional beekeeper. He used to be a beekeeper on a farm. Later, when the household contract responsibility system was implemented, he borrowed money to buy the beehives on the farm and started releasing bees everywhere.

He just moved here from the plains this year. The wild flowers here are better, the honey produced is better and the price is higher. He planned to stay here for a month or two, and then move to other places after the wild flowers fade.

I didn’t expect that I had only been here for less than a week when there was a heavy rain two days ago. In order to protect the bees, I worked all night, and after being caught in the rain, I didn’t handle it properly, so I caught a cold.

In fact, I did take medicine, but I didn't expect it to be so serious. Later, when Yuqing opened the beehive, I didn't pay much attention and got a fever. I passed out due to the fever.

"Thanks to you, brother!" Lu Dafeng was very excited, "If it weren't for you, I would probably die here!"

"Not really, not really..." Li Long said hurriedly, and then he asked, "I've seen beekeepers usually come together as a family, right? You..."

"My hometown is in the south, and so is my wife." Lu Dafeng sighed, "Something happened in my hometown, and my wife is taking the baby to deal with it. She will come back in two days."

"Is that so? Well then, since you're well, I'll leave. You should take care of yourself when you're out there alone." Li Long said as he walked out of the tent. "You should know this better than I do..."

"Hey, brother!" Lu Dafeng struggled to get up and shouted:

"Don't go yet! Don't go!"

Li Long stopped.

"I don't have much to thank you for. You can take two bottles of honey." Lu Dafeng found a jar in the corner. "This is the honey I harvested from my last beekeeping site, sunflower honey. When you come over later, this mountain flower honey will be ready. It tastes even better!"

"Then I don't want it. I'll wait for your mountain nectar to be ready and come to get it." Li Long said with a smile, "I live in a wooden house two ditches away."

"You are..." Lu Dafeng asked doubtfully, "digging for herbs?"

"No, no, no, I'm a forest ranger in the forestry team. I look after the forest and hunt wild boars and so on." Li Long explained.

"Hunting wild boars? Can you hunt wild boars?" Lu Dafeng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It can fight." Li Long patted the gun bag on his back and said, "This is a gun."

"That's great!" Lu Dafeng pointed to the ditch across the street and said:
"In the ravine over the mountain, there is a group of wild boars active at midnight every day. They scare me to death! There are more than a dozen in a group, and I dare not chase them away by myself. It was daytime when I hired a car to bring the beehives here. I only saw the flowers and didn't know there were wild boars nearby. I have been worried for the past few days, afraid that they would rush over like crazy, and then my tent and bees would be ruined..."

"Really?" Li Long also became happy after hearing this. "Okay, I'll come over to hunt them at midnight today. If I can kill them, I'll give you some meat. If I can't kill them, I'll at least scare them away!"

When Li Long arrived, he was still thinking about where to find wild boars. Now things have changed.

In the end, Lu Dafeng forced him to take a bottle of honey to drink. In order to prove to Li Long that the honey was good, he took a spoon and took a big bite himself.

Li Long couldn't resist, so he went back with a can of honey and the bag of mushrooms.

Watching Li Long's back disappear, Lu Dafeng took two more mouthfuls of honey before he insisted on standing up and finding something to eat.

Although he really doesn't want to eat now, he is often outside and knows that only by eating at this time can he have resistance.

Li Long returned to the wooden house carrying the bag. After putting the bag down, he found some firewood and lit both stoves, boiling water and making mushroom soup at the same time.

Slice the fresh straw mushrooms and black tiger mushrooms and throw them into the water. After boiling for a while, a rich mushroom aroma will waft out.

In his previous life, Li Long also liked to dig wild mushrooms. There were reed mushrooms in the big ditch east of the village, which could grow very large, with the largest growing to about one kilogram. They could be dug in spring, early summer, and autumn. They were fried and eaten fresh on the day they were dug. If they got tired of eating them, they would be sliced ​​and dried.

When there are no mushrooms left, you can soak the dried mushrooms in water and stir-fry them in various ways. When Li Long is lazy, he will put some in when cooking instant noodles, and it tastes very good.

Letting the water boil, he took out the gun cloth from the small room, spread it out, and began to slowly wipe five or six halves.

After cleaning the gun and packing up, I turned off the fire under the stove and started adding seasoning to the mushroom soup. While waiting, I went to the small bedroom and took out a basket.

In the basket were dried steamed buns that had been dried earlier.

There were no refrigerators at that time. To save time, local people usually steamed two or three layers of steamed buns at a time, more than ten or twenty large buns. These buns were prone to mold if left alone. What should they do? Local people started to dry the buns. Break the buns into pieces and put them in a basket. They were dried in the sun for two days.

Easy to put.

(End of this chapter)