Chapter 92 Training the little macaque

Author: Riding an ant to the market

Chapter 92 Training the little macaque

Now the situation in the mountains has changed.

In many places, there are traces of large beasts that were once fought there. This shows that the mountains have become very dangerous now.

Although he has a gun on him, he is not afraid to ensure his absolute safety.

There are many small beasts that are not big in size but are extremely ferocious and have a strong sense of territory. It is difficult to guard against them.

Encountered this beast.

Isn't it great to have a gun? They haven't studied in school, and they haven't been beaten with rifles, so they are not afraid.

People don’t know guns at all, okay?

The mountains here are high and the forests are dense. Sometimes you can easily sneak into a dense forest that blocks the sun from the clouds. Even at noon, the light inside is about the same as dusk, so you can't see clearly at all.

If a civet cat or lynx were lurking in a place like this, it would be frightening at every step and even fatal!

After thinking about it, Han Xiaokang felt that he could no longer listen to the little monkey.

Everything has one, there must be two, and every two, there must be three. This little monkey has just joined the deep mountain entrepreneurial group, and it must be made clear to the little monkey from the very beginning: no one will spoil it.

You won't listen to it on everything.

This hozen!

If it takes itself into a ditch, it will really make the heavens and the earth not respond to its requests, and the earth and the earth will not work.

When the little macaque saw that Han Xiaokang ignored him, he opened his mouth to reveal his canine teeth and squeaked a few times. Without any further struggle, he obediently came back to lead Han Xiaokang and continued along the same path as yesterday.

I guess this little macaque felt that Han Xiaokang was very powerful, so he wanted to take Han Xiaokang back to his previous group to show off.

This time on our return journey, we didn’t encounter any big beasts on the road.

We encountered quite a few turtle doves, thrushes, rails, and hares.

Han Xiaokang was too lazy to try to shoot at them: his shooting skills were terrible, and whether he could hit them or not was another matter.

Just because of the 6.5mm bullet diameter of a mounted rifle, it is not suitable for shooting these things.

Just like a rail, it looks quite big, probably slightly larger than an adult's fist.

But if the Crake is hit by its own mounted rifle, it will be a puddle of rotten meat when picked up, and there will not be a few intact pieces of meat left to eat.

The Crake is still like this,

Not to mention more ferocious birds such as thrushes and turtle doves, which are smaller than rails.

Even if you catch one, it won't be enough for bullets.

Han Xiaokang thought to himself: It seems that next time he goes out of the mountain, he really has to get some fire blunderbuss and use iron sand to kill these small birds. It would be just right.

Another point is that Zhou Min can also hunt, so she should be trained as well.

Otherwise, if I encounter any unexpected situation and do not go into the mountains for a month, it will be difficult to solve the survival problems of Zhou Min and A Ju.

This return trip went very quickly.

By the afternoon, Han Xiaokang had already arrived in the Baihuapo area.

Now that he has come here, Han Xiaokang wants to get some rock honey back this time.

This thing, even in this relatively poor era, was called "liquid gold" by everyone.

This is mainly because it is not easy for ordinary people to eat some sweets.

Let's leave it alone,

There are also some vendors who make caramel from sweet potatoes or corn at home and then sell it on the street, or exchange chicken feathers for candy.

So at that time, the majority of commune members living in rural areas could still enjoy some sweetness anyway.

Nowadays, we don’t have enough food to eat all year round. How can we use any food to make candy?

In addition, the business of purchasing chicken feathers has been exclusively dealt with by the purchasing station. Those hawkers who used to go from house to house shaking their rattles and shouting "chicken feathers for sugar" have long been punished and dared not come out.

This also caused rural commune members to have needs but could not find a place to buy sugar.

And those with better economic conditions and higher social status can actually buy ordinary hard candies, and even high-grade crispy candies such as "prawn cakes".

These sugars and honey are two different things, and their respective uses are also different.

Fatty Qian, who was not short of any supplies or bills, secretly asked Han Xiaokang in private to find a way to help him get some rock honey.

He can take it and "care" about the leader.

One can imagine how valuable rock honey was during this period.

There are many rock bees here in Baihuapo, but it is not easy to get rock honey.

As the saying goes, wealth is found in danger.

Many mountain people want to get some rock honey and sell it for money, and they take desperate risks. Every year, there are definitely not a few people who are killed and stung because of this.

In order to make the preventive measures more stringent.

Han Xiaokang did not choose to set foot on Baihua Slope rashly, but took out the parachute found in the cabin at the bottom of the slope.

After opening it and cutting it into pieces, he took out the medical bag, took out the surgical needle inside and started sewing the protective cover.

This kind of surgical needle has its own curve, making it very easy to sew.

Take the nylon rope on the parachute, break it into thin threads, and use it as thread for sewing clothes.

It's definitely not beautiful.

This kind of senseless clothing is wrinkled here, torn together there, and the stitches are in a mess that is simply indescribable.

In addition, there was a little macaque jumping around and pulling Han Xiaokang's hand a few times.

After a while, he hugged Han Xiaokang's calf with his paws and asked to kick his butt. If he was not satisfied, the little macaque kept jumping around.

So while Han Xiaokang was sewing clothes, he had to stretch out his foot from time to time to kick its red monkey butt.

It took about an hour.

Two sets, one large and one small, which are protective covers like the clothes of the god of death, are finally completed.

Han Xiaokang pulled the little macaque over, grabbed the clothes and put them on it!

He was used to being free, so he couldn't wear this thing. He screamed, and he had to stretch out his paws to pull Han Xiaokang's hand, trying to get Han Xiaokang to let go of his arm.

"Buzz buzz-"

The little macaque didn't cooperate, and Han Xiaokang really couldn't put the clothes on it.

If he tried hard, he was afraid of breaking the little macaque's arm, so Han Xiaokang began to try to communicate with the little macaque: "Buzz buzz——"

Han Xiaokang grabbed the little macaque with one hand, extended his index finger with the other hand, and imitated the sound of a wild bee flying in his mouth. Then he put the index finger that imitated the gaze into his mouth and sucked it.

This is telling the little macaque: I am going to catch rock bees and I want to eat that sweet thing.

The little macaque was stunned for a while!

Then Han Xiaokang gently pricked the little macaque's butt with a sewing needle, and it was so surprised that it jumped so high!

But its arm was tightly grasped by Han Xiaokang, and it couldn't move. It could only show its anger with a grin on its face!

Is this monkey’s butt used for kicking, not for pricking you??

Zhizhi!!
Chapter completed!