Forest Farm 1985: Raise a bear cub to climb the mountain

Chapter 234: Meet Black Blind Man Again (Two in One)
"Fifty percent?" The tall and thin man smiled, "Bailey, let's go back.

No matter how good a manor of more than ten acres is, it is only valuable if you can get it in your hands."

The big woman crossed her arms over her chest, causing her chest to bulge out. "Xie Ning is right, this guy is not sincere, and he doesn't even know that they have no credibility among the people.

Let's go back. We've been busy for two days and haven't gained anything.

We might as well just seize his equipment and consider it as a way to recover the loss."

Hearing this, the short and strong man turned silently and looked at Beshka.

Beshka looked at the dark mountains and dense forests in the distance with an expressionless face. He knew clearly that this was the main way people here made profits;

He used threats, inducements, and every possible means.

In the early days when the relationship between Su Mao and the south was not so bad, people living here often caught the barbarians who sneaked into Su Mao territory to dig ginseng.

If the other party is experienced, he will immediately take out his knife and raise his hands high to wait for exploitation.

They would take away the ginseng, money and other supplies from the other party.

If the other party doesn't have a knife, just shoot him with a bullet, then search him and take whatever he has.

Ginseng is also very valuable in Su Mao, and only the barbarians in the south know how to dig it, so the hands of people living here are more or less unclean.

But Beshka never expected that this group of people would dare to attack their own compatriots, even officers, and exploit them in such a way.

Although he was prepared, he was still somewhat annoyed by the other party's crudeness. However, he still forced himself to "play" with the other party because he needed help.
"That's 60%!"

Seeing the short and fat man's expressionless face, Beshka tried his best to use the skills he had learned during the training, making faces and making painful expressions.

"Bedelimov, 60% is already a lot. You have no idea how much fur I have stored. I can say that even if I give you 10%, its value is greater than the three of you working hard in the forest for five years!

And with our equipment, there won't be any danger along the way, maybe we can even get a tiger skin!
If you really kill that damn Siberian tiger, the tiger skin will belong to you too.

I don’t want much. I’ve already planned to retire, return to my hometown, and use my savings to buy a farm for my retirement.”

Short Bailey still had a poker face, only the pipe beside his mouth flickered. Beside him, the tall and thin man snorted coldly and then raised two fingers.

"You keep 20% for yourself. The rest is ours."

"What?!" Beshka's eyes widened, "Impossible! Don't even think about it!
If that's the case, I might as well go back and prepare the supplies, hire some people and go again next month!
You are too greedy! I really regret cooperating with you!"

As Beshka said this, he put the gun on his shoulder and pretended to walk across the river.

But just as he took two steps, he heard a gunshot behind him, and then the ice in front of him exploded.

"You can't leave." The large woman said coldly.

Beshka's movements were stiff, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This effect is exactly what he wants. He wants the other party to feel that the matter is completely under their control, so that they become arrogant and ignore the key points.

He slowly raised his hands, and then heard the tall and thin man order him to turn around.

Beshka did as he was told, and then made a nervous expression, blinking his eyes, "You are too greedy! Eighty percent, eighty percent!"

"Haha." Bedlimov stretched out his hand to press down the guns of the people on both sides, "But I changed my mind, 80% is still too little, maybe 90%.

Either agree or I'll send you back home now.

To be honest, a few of us have the desire to make that money, but it's not much.

If you give too little, we would rather pretend that nothing happened, go home early, sit by the fireplace and sing."

"throat!"

Beshka sneered. Then he turned around and ran on the ice in front of the three people, not forgetting to move slyly while running.

Bedlimov smiled and shook his head. The tall and thin man raised the gun in his hand, but Bedlimov pressed it down.
"Injuring him won't help our subsequent journey. Let's leave it to Mona."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big woman next to him took out a tripwire from her waist.

This tripwire is very simple. The main body is made of three oil-soaked hemp ropes as thick as fingers. One end of the rope is tied together to form a star shape, and the other end is attached to a pickaxe.

When using it, just grab one end and swing it, then aim at the prey's legs and swing it out with force. The tripwire will unfold in the air. When any one of the ropes hits the prey's legs, the other two ropes will quickly tie up the prey's legs under the action of the pick.

Mona threw out a tripwire, which made a whirring sound in the air, then hit Beshka's lower body squarely, and finally tripped him to the ice.

Beshka was deliberately unprepared, so he fell very hard, landing on his face and having two lines of blood from his nose.

Seeing him fall unconscious on the ice, Mona walked over slowly and dragged him back to the riverside like a dead dog.

"Well?" Bedlimov sucked his pipe, "How do you think about it?

We are all polite people, so we'll leave you some benefits. Otherwise, we could point a gun at you and force you to lead the way for us.

You said it yourself before, a 10% profit is a lot.

I think, at your age, this is definitely not the first year you have done this, and it is definitely not the first time you have secretly kept some money. With so many years of savings, you should not be short of a few percent of interest.

In contrast, your life is more valuable."

"Don't waste your time talking to him. Just beat him up and force him to lead the way for us. It will save us a lot of trouble!"

"Shut up, Xie Ning!" Bedlimov shouted at the tall and thin man, then turned his head to look at Beshka, whose nose was covered in blood, "What do you think?

You can't run away. If you can't, we really don't want to take the risk and just kill you and go home."

Beshka's eyes no longer had the "shrewdness" they had before, and he looked very downcast. In the end, he had no choice but to shake his head, smile bitterly, lower his head, hide the corners of his mouth, and respond in a low voice.

Seeing this, the big Mona laughed, picked up Beshka who was kneeling on the ground, and held him under her armpit, and the group quickly walked towards the mountains in the south.

And to the south, the birch forest camp.

A group of people were sitting by the campfire, rolling up the red dog skin.

"Why don't you let me sleep on these leathers? It will definitely smell better on the ground than sleeping on a snakeskin bag!"

Dai Bai couldn't help but grimace as he looked at the twenty-seven red dog skins that Jiang Haohan had put into his bag.

"How many sheets of leather do you need for each sleep? With your physique, you'll need at least fifteen or sixteen. Even if you charge fifty yuan per sheet of leather, that would be 750 yuan for a sleep. Are you willing to spend that?" Li Qinghai glanced at Dai Bai, still stroking Huagu's head.

"Ah?" Dai Bo blinked his eyes in confusion. "What's the matter? I just used this leather to pad my body. How could it get damaged?"

"Really?" Jiang Haohan had already packed up the fur and stretched out his hand in front of Dai Bo.
"Look, my hands are covered with hair just from rolling up the leather. If you put this leather under your body and rub it against your body all night, it will definitely become bald. How can you still sell it then?"

Dai Bo scratched the back of his head and said, "That's right. Forget it, let's go to sleep!"

Having said that, he quickly went back to his shack.

Jiang Haohan had gotten up in a hurry and had to chase for several miles in the mountains in his sleeping clothes. His shoes and pants were soaked with snow, so he had to warm himself by a fire. Then he and Li Qinghai watched Dai Song busying himself by the fire.

"Songzi, what are you doing?" Jiang Haohan couldn't help but be curious.

"Yeah. What are you two doing there?" Li Qinghai had also been watching for a long time.

Dai Song was seen holding the skin of the leading jackal king and putting it on the ground to gesture, while Erhan stretched out his big head and kept roaring beside him. It seemed that he was making trouble and making things worse, but if you look closely, you can find that Erhan seemed to be disgusted with Dai Song's slowness and wanted to do it himself.

When Dai Song saw that both of them were curious, he did not hide anything. He pushed away the Erhan's big head that was in the way and held the Jackal King's only ear in his hand to show it to everyone.

Erhan's little eyes were fixed on the ear in Dai Song's hand. When he saw him pick it up, he immediately supported himself with his front paws and held Dai Song's hand with his mouth, fearing that he would accidentally drop the red dog ear he was longing for into the fire.

"Look what this is." Dai Song said as he hooked the small necklace around Erhan's neck.

The two people sitting opposite the fire immediately understood what was going on after seeing the string of ears dangling from the necklace.

But then, Li Qinghai asked again in confusion,
"Song, why does Xiao Erhan like these things?"

"Yeah, Songzi, does this thing have any special meaning?"

"Does it have any special meaning..." Dai Song took back his hand, untied the grass necklace from Erhan's neck, and began to pierce his ears, "Let's bring confidence to little Erhan."

Dai Song thought for a long time and could only come up with this excuse.

After all, he couldn't say that he tricked the waiter into being obedient and that's how he made this necklace that represented "honor", right?

"What?"

"What does it mean to bring confidence to Erhan?"

Jiang Haohan and Li Qinghai looked at each other and saw only endless confusion in each other's eyes.

Dai Song also kept it secret, so he told the story of how he took Erhan to hunt and met a mother bear in the mountains.

During the period, every detail was described, including how the young man from the He family led two other young men up the mountain to fight a black bear, but failed and was beaten half to death by a mother bear.

After all, these two are not outsiders, so Dai Song feels there is no need to hide anything.

After hearing this, Jiang Haohan and Li Qinghai's eyes changed when they looked at Erhan.

"My goodness, Erhan is only one year old, how can he be so mature? He's already thinking about that!"

"This is too promising! Song, do you think Erhan can get in a fight with that mother bear after he returns?

Next spring, when the mother bear gives birth to two cubs, you can bring them back and show them to me!"

Li Qinghai's eyes sparkled with a bright light, and one could tell what he was up to at a glance. Dai Song was so frightened that he refused repeatedly.

"Old Li Pao, what are you thinking about? Not to mention that Erhan is not grown up yet, if he jumps behind the mother bear, will he be able to reach her?

Even if it works, do you think I have the ability to take it out for that little bear cub?
Bears are always mother bears with cubs. If a fool gets close to them, he will probably get beaten up. Not to mention me, I will probably be torn to pieces by the mother bear as soon as I get close."

Li Qinghai smiled and waved his hands. Although he kept repeating that it was impossible, he also knew that it was indeed impossible. Then he praised Dai Song for saving the boy from the He family.

I heard from the old man that the He Yifeng brothers had worked in Yonglitun for many years, and their relationships with the superiors and subordinates were almost the same. In fact, they were just waiting for a higher position to be vacated, and one of the brothers could be promoted. Dai Song saved the He family boy, which was a big favor, and it could be regarded as holding on to a big thigh for the future.

But as soon as Li Qinghai said this, Jiang Haohan beside him couldn't stop laughing.

Although he didn't know much, he had paid close attention to everything, big and small, that Dai Song had experienced in the past six months.

Although Dai Song did not reveal many of the ins and outs, he was able to find out some "inside information" through the factory director Guan Haifu, including information about the manager of the state-owned hotel in the town.

This manager has many connections, and he was in charge of the catering for several meetings between leaders. Based on this, Guan Haifu even revealed that the next few handover meetings would be arranged at the state-owned hotel in the town.

Jiang Haohan briefly explained to Li Qinghai the relationship between Jiang Zhanhua and Dai Song, which shocked the old man so much that his beard trembled.

He kept muttering to himself, "The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared."

Dai Song was not at all ashamed of this. After all, he had built up his relationship with Jiang Zhanhua bit by bit with his own ability.

They chatted for a while, and Dai Song finally pierced the red dog's ears tightly.

Seeing this, Erhan, who was standing by, his two little eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he circled around Dai Song while howling. Then he pounced on him from behind and kept rubbing his head against Dai Song's ears.

This almost broke Dai Song's waist. He pushed the fat bear away with great effort and put a small necklace on it. Erhan immediately fell on his back and "swimmed" in the snow with his short legs kicking.

Its front paws were hooked with a small necklace, and its nose was pressed against the ear of the new red puppy, sniffing and blowing. It was so curious and its simple happiness directly infected the people around it. They all fell asleep happily, and nothing happened until dawn.

Compared with the joy in the camp, Zheng Xiaojian was suffering.

Although the cellar where he lived was not far from the camp, the wind direction suddenly changed in the second half of the night.

He was originally standing at the underground outlet of the camp, but when the wind direction changed, his shack became the upwind outlet.

How could he dare to sleep in the cellar? He moved out immediately, walked around the camp, and finally dug a big hole in the thick snow. He lay in it shivering until dawn, then got up without delay to fill the hole and level the snow.

After doing all this, he ran away and hid. When the time was almost right and he guessed that Dai Song and the others had set off, he groped his way back and followed their footprints.

Speaking of which, Zheng Xiaojian is still a bit lucky.

He just followed Dai Song and others stupidly and was not caught up by the team behind.

However, his footprints were seen by other teams that had no experience in mountain climbing and could not tell the time of footprints. They mistakenly thought that Dai Song had met some acquaintances in the mountains, and that the people came to lend a hand and do this big job together. They could not help but sigh that Dai Song was popular and had a good relationship with people.

Two days passed peacefully, but on the evening of the fourth day, when they were preparing to spend the night, an unexpected guest suddenly appeared in the camp.
At that time, Dai Song and others were scattered around the camp collecting firewood in groups. Erhan had nothing to do, so he just wandered around.

But when it got tired of playing and happily returned to the camp, ready to wait for everyone to roast red dog meat for it, it suddenly found a black guy with its head down and its butt sticking out, constantly picking at the "ration" bag on its back!

It's the black blind man walking on the trolley!
(End of this chapter)