Lao Zheng left the house, went to the yard behind the European-style building, opened the door of the cellar, and called Zheng Guolin to go in.

It is cold in the northeast, and the cellar is more than ten meters underground, so it will not be frozen.

The cellar in Lao Zheng’s house must be more than a dozen square meters, with a cement-sealed roof, and the surrounding walls are also covered with white lime and paint, which is no different from a house.

Zheng Guolin had already changed into a fox-skinned short jacket and dog-skin pants, high-waisted cowhide lint boots, and a layer of overgrown deer-skinned inside. He wore a big dog-skin hat, which was no different from a hunter in the Northeast. Old Zheng was dressed up like this.

There are cabbage and potatoes for winter hidden in the cellar, and there are more than a dozen sacks of rice along the wall. It was brought by Lao Zheng from Wuchang when rice was laid in autumn.

There are not many places where Wuchang produces good rice, and there are only a few pieces of land, which is not accessible to ordinary people. The ones sold on the market are also called Wuchang rice, which is far less fragrant than the rice that Lao Zheng has brought.

He called Zheng Guolin in and asked him to help him move the dozen bags of rice aside.

This bag of rice is 100 kilograms, and it is quite difficult to carry it, so it takes two people to carry it.

While carrying the rice, Zheng Guolin asked him: "Dad, you made these thousands of kilograms of rice. Did my mother eat it alone?"

Lao Zheng told me: "How much can I eat by myself? Your mother is hospitable. My aunts and aunts in the village often come to visit her house. Before leaving, your mother will decorate rice for others. The rice is fragrant and cannot be bought on the market. Don't look at the thousands or hundreds of kilograms, it's not just enough in winter. The relatives in the village don't buy rice, they all eat our house. They took it back to take up space and put it in our cellar. When the food at home is gone, we will come to our house to embarrassing rice."

As they spoke, the two of them moved the dozen bags of rice away, and a small cabinet door was exposed on the wall below.

Lao Zheng opened the cabinet door and dragged out an iron box from it.

Open the iron box, and there is a long strip of stuff wrapped in tart cloth.

After removing the oil cloth, there was a black and shiny double-barrel hunting rifle inside.

Under the iron box, there was a layer of oil cloth, which was peeled off. Below were two rows of large and thick firecracker-like hunting gun bullets laid out.

"The rice is strong, your mother can't move alone. I hide the gun inside, and she can't find it." Lao Zheng explained, "She didn't force me to hand over the hunting rifle, but she was afraid that if I had a hunting rifle, she would go into the forest alone and risk it would come out of danger."

Zheng Guolin couldn't help but laugh.

This scene is like a scene where an old couple in the countryside live, fighting each other with wits and courage, so warm and interesting.

Maybe one day, he and Zheng Xiuli are old, let go of everything and go back to this village together. Just like Lao Zheng and Xiuli's mother, it's good to live like this.

After taking out the hunting rifle and bullets, and moving the rice bag back to its original position, Zheng Guolin drove Lao Zheng's Land Rover over, pulled Lao Zheng and three big dogs, and left the door.

They first went to Mr. Huang to change his house and borrow dogs.

The mine was closed, and the snow was heavy before the New Year, so the work stopped. Huang Laozang was idle at home and had nothing to do, so he gathered with a group of idle men in the village to play mahjong at home.

I heard from Lao Zheng that he wanted to go to Lao Linzi and insisted on following him. Huang Lao was in his thirties and was a mining background, and his body was very solid.

Lao Zheng said: "It doesn't matter if you follow me, you have to carry the water and food."

"Take it on your back." Huang Laohuan didn't care.

He was mainly afraid that his three hunting dogs would be taken to the old forest and lost.

At that moment, three people and six dogs rode on the Land Rover together, without walking on the stone bridge east of the village, drove directly from behind the village to the Ushun River, crossed the large meadow covered with snow, and headed towards the Baishan Mountain in the distance.

The weather is cold and the Ushun River is already very cold. Not to mention a Land Rover, it is fine to even pass a tank.

Zheng Guolin has become accustomed to driving a Land Rover in the big meadow in this ice and snow.

When they came back in winter with Zheng Xiuli, the two of them often drove the Land Rover over and played in this big meadow.

Land Rover is a big monster, crushing all the way, alarming many small animals in the draft mat, and unknown big birds that overwinter here.

Lao Zheng put down the car window, stretched out the double-barrel shotgun, leaned out, thinking about shooting a fox, a rabbit, etc. He fired two shots, but the hair was not fired.

Huang Laohuan, who was sitting in the back seat, shouted: "Okay? With your marksmanship, you can't even hit you if you don't move. Don't waste bullets. You see, you scared the dog and it's all blown up."

Old Zheng leaned back and closed the glass window and scolded Huang Laohuan: "What a cry? I can't hold the gun even more stable when you shout. I can't hit it anymore. I can't shoot it. I can't shoot one, so you can take a look?"

Mr. Huang changed his neck and said, "I don't have that ability. I don't show off my power. I don't have that ability. I don't show off like some people, and I don't know how many bowls of dry rice I'll eat."

"What a bastard, do you think I am? You're not big or small, be careful I'll cut you!" After Lao Zheng said that, he reached behind and beat Huang Laozhuang.

Huang Laohuan was ready and immediately lay down on the back seat, leaving Lao Zheng out of reach.

Zheng Guolin couldn't help laughing as he heard the two of them making trouble. He accidentally drove into the ditch, and the three people were shaking around. The six dogs in the trunk were squeezed into a ball and barking wildly.

The car drove onto the flat road and the dog stopped barking.

Huang Laohuan said to Zheng Guolin: "Son-in-law, don't joke about me. I've been following my uncle in my teens for almost twenty years. I've been used to it since I was a child. He doesn't look like a boss, and I don't treat him as a boss. I heard that son-in-law, you are a boss older than the uncle?"

Zheng Guolin answered him while driving, "Actually, this is great, it means that my dad treats you all well."

He spoke in Mandarin, which was obviously different from Huang Lao’s Northeast dialect.

Huang Laohuan replied to him, "That's not a good thing? Uncle does not spare any effort in his work and treats everyone well. Otherwise, when everyone is willing to contract the mine in the village, everyone is willing to contract it?"

At this time, Lao Zheng took over and said, "We all have honest people in Northeast China. Wild people are wild, but their hearts are all hot. You say, I'll throw them all down and I can't bear to leave them!"

Huang Laohuan stared at Lao Zheng's backstage and asked in surprise: "What's wrong, uncle, you really want to leave us alone?"

Lao Zheng did not look back and replied, "Don't you know, my son-in-law has more money than me. I also built this mine and suffered all day long. How about it?"

"No, uncle." Huang Laohuan became anxious, "Then you quit, what can we do?"

Lao Zheng said: "Who said I quit? Even if I don't do it, I have to place you all so that you will never have to worry about food and drink in your life."

However, Zheng Guolin heard from Lao Zheng's words that Lao Zheng had already felt a desire to retreat.
Chapter completed!