Chapter 956: The Sheep Reappears

We arrived at Yongli Village within a few minutes of riding the sledge. The sledge stopped at the door of Song Benxiao's house, and Li Ruhai was invited into the Song family yard.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Suddenly, a strange dog barking caught Li Ruhai's attention. Li Ruhai followed the sound and saw a puppy wagging its tail at him.

There are no pet dogs in the Northeast these days. This dog is said to be a puppy, weighing about thirty pounds, with black flowers on a white background.

This puppy has good looks, with a small round face, a short muzzle, and a pair of small ridged ears, one black and one white.

Guard dogs are rarely bathed, especially in winter. But this puppy is very clean and has fluffy fur, and it looks quite cute.

After catching Li Ruhai's attention with a bark, the dog stopped barking and instead stood there wagging its tail at Li Ruhai.

Li Ruhai has dogs at home and he likes dogs. Seeing how good-looking the puppy was, Li Ruhai clapped his hands and called, "Come! Come!"

As soon as he shouted, the puppy came to Li Ruhai with small steps.

When Li Ruhai met the dog's eyes, he found that the puppy's eyes were bright and dark.

When the dog came to Li Ruhai, he immediately lifted himself up. When Li Ruhai caught his front paws, the dog sniffed at Li Ruhai's crotch.

"Huh?" This startled Li Ruhai. Although the puppy seemed quite well-behaved, what if it took a bite out of him?

"Niuniu!" Song Benxiao shouted at the side, but the dog only glanced at Song Benxiao and then pounced on Li Ruhai's pants.

When it pounced, two black marks appeared on Li Ruhai's tunic pants. Song Benxiao was so angry that he scolded the dog, but was stopped by Li Ruhai.

At this time, Li Ruhai, while stroking the dog's head, said to Song Benxiao: "Uncle Song, it's okay. The pants will be fine as soon as they are cleaned."

As soon as Li Ruhai finished speaking, the door of the Song family opened wide, and the Song family members who saw Li Ruhai coming through the window filed out.

The person walking at the front turned out to be an old man on crutches. His left leg was missing from the thigh down.

But the old man didn't need anyone to help him, so he walked out on his own crutches. Walking behind the old man was a middle-aged woman who was the mother of Li Ruhai's classmate Song Guochao, followed by the two brothers Song Guochao and Song Guomao.

Even though Li Ruhai didn't know Song Benxiao before, he did know Zhang Dongdong. After a few brief greetings, the Song family took Li Ruhai to the back of the room.

When Li Ruhai left, the dog named Niuniu followed. While following, the girl also pounced on Li Ruhai's calf from behind.

In this way, as Li Ruhai walked forward, Niu Niu's pounce hit Li Ruhai's heel.

Li Ruhai was not angry after being stirred up twice, but the Song family didn't feel very good at this time, but no matter who called Na Niu Niu, Na Niu Niu followed Li Ru Hai closely.

"Haha." Li Ruhai stopped Song Guomao who was about to kick Niuniu and said with a smile: "Brother Song, if you don't beat the dog, it will be jealous of me."

While they were talking, everyone came to the back of the house.

There is a pigsty built with stones behind the house, and there are three yellow-haired pigs in the pigsty. Li Ruhai went over to take a look and couldn't help but frown.

The three-headed yellow-haired boy has normal length and height, but is too thin. The protruding ribs can be seen on both sides of the body. There is no such thin yellow man in the mountains now. We have to wait until spring, and Huang Maozi, who has been hungry all winter, will do this.

Li Ruhai's professional skills are not low. He looked at Mr. Song beside him and asked: "Mr. Song, are these pigs just fed vegetables?"

Li Ruhai not only has a high professional level, but also has a higher speaking level. It seems that such pigs grew up eating grass and did not receive protein supplements.

"Ah, haha." Mr. Song replied with a smile: "We raise them at home, and we feed them whatever we have."

His answer was regarded as admission.

At this time, Li Ruhai sighed softly and turned around to look at Song Benziao.

"Come in, it's like the sea." Song Benxiao raised his hand to guide the courtyard and said, "Come in, it's warm, it's warm."

The Song family embraced Li Ruhai into the house. Niu Niu also wanted to go in, but Zhang Dongdong grabbed the dog's tail and dragged her out.

Entering the house, Song Benxiao asked Li Ruhai to sit down on the Kang, and asked Song Guomao to pour water for Li Ruhai. Then he said to Zhang Dongdong, "The children will stay here for dinner at night. You go and give Zhang Luo some food."

"Hey!" Zhang Dongdong agreed and went out. Li Ruhai said polite words but didn't stop him.

Then, Li Ruhai refused the cigarette offered by Mr. Song. This old man's name was King Song. He was named because his parents had no expectations for him, but because his father's surname was Song and his mother's surname was Wang.

After taking the teapot from Song Guomao, Li Ruhai said to King Song, Song Benxiao and his son: "Master Song, Uncle Song, this is it...I just saw it, and you can't sell these three pigs for a lot of money."

The Song family father and son are good at raising pigs, so they naturally knew it. King Song, who was rolling leaf cigarettes, stuck out his tongue and licked the calendar paper of the cigarette, and then said to Li Ruhai: "Too thin."

"Yeah!" Li Ruhai nodded and said, "Of those three pigs, the big one weighs seventy pounds?"

Normally, the little yellow hair in the mountains would still weigh more than eighty kilograms after catching autumn fat. But the pigs raised by the Song family didn't survive the winter, and they couldn't get fat just by feeding them grass.

Seeing that the Song family acquiesced, Li Ruhai said: "If you add three pigs to one pile, you can probably chop a hundred kilograms of meat if you add more? If you bring some ribs, the pig meat and pig heads are not worth much, tsk..."

Li Ruhai clicked his tongue and finally came to a conclusion: "Can it be sold for fifty yuan?"

This wild boar was so thin that his family couldn't make it as a New Year pig, so he could only skin it and sell it for meat.

The pigs were raised behind the house, and the amount of meat they could produce was known, and the price of meat was transparent. The father and son of the Song family knew that Li Ruhai was not deceiving anyone.

Therefore, Song Benxiao immediately expressed his attitude: "Okay, Ruhai, then you can help with it."

"Okay!" Li Ruhai agreed without hesitation, and expressed his attitude: "I will ask them when I go to work tomorrow, and then..."

As he said, Li Ruhai pointed to Song Guochao and said: "Guochao and I are classmates. If this brother Song wants a wife, I can't help him with anything else. I won't take money from selling these three pigs."

"Oh! What's the point?" Old man Song was the first to refuse. He pulled Li Ruhai and said: "Kid, do what you have to do."

"It's okay." Li Ruhai smiled faintly and said: "Mr. Song, this time it's like this."

Li Ruhai did this, firstly to give face to his classmates, and secondly because the business was too small. How much money can he take from a total of fifty yuan? Besides, I can't eat for free when I'm having a meal at someone else's house today, right?

As they were talking, the sound of cutting vegetables could be heard outside.

The Song family was not well off, and it was hard for them to collect the dowry for their eldest son's marriage. Their food was definitely not as good as the Zhao family's.

There were guests today, so Zhang Dongdong fried a dish of shredded pickled cabbage and potatoes, a scrambled egg, and then a plate of soybeans that were not freshly fried.

The three dishes were served on the table, and the four Song family members invited Li Ruhai to eat, while Song Wang and Song Benxiao ate the fried soybeans with wine. Song Guochao kept serving scrambled eggs to Li Ruhai, but he and his brother only ate the shredded pickled cabbage and potatoes.

After a while, Zhang Dongdong brought the staple food. The staple food was not freshly made, but steamed buns.

There were two kinds of buns, one made of white flour and the other made of two-fold flour.

When the buns were served, Song Guochao gave Li Ruhai a white flour bun, and he took half of the two-fold flour bun handed over by Song Guomao.

This is because guests are coming, so two kinds of steamed buns are served. Otherwise, how can Li Ruhai eat white flour steamed buns when the Song brothers eat steamed bread?

Li Ruhai was not polite, he didn't say anything, took the steamed bun and took a big bite.

Seeing him like this, Song Wang and Song Benxiao smiled at each other. Here, the host family will have face only when the guests eat well.

Li Ruhai chewed the steamed bun with his cheeks puffed up. When he looked at Song Benxiao, he also smiled and said, "Uncle Song, I remember hearing Guochao say before, do you still set traps?"

Li Ruhai has a good memory. He remembers that when he was in elementary school, Song Guochao took a small knife for sharpening roe deer angles. At that time, Li Ruhai borrowed it to play with it, and then asked curiously, and then heard Song Guochao say that the roe deer was set by his father in the mountains.

"It's not a set." Song Benxiao said with a smile, "I'm using a pole!"

"Pole?" Li Ruhai was stunned when he heard this, but Mr. Song thought that Li Ruhai didn't understand, so he immediately used chopsticks to show Li Ruhai, saying, "It's not a set, it's different from a set, a pole can catch alive."

"Ah..." Li Ruhai thought for a while, then he leaned towards Mr. Song and asked with a smile, "Mr. Song, the security guard of our middle school, Mr. Song, is he your relative?"

"Huh?" This time it was Mr. Song's turn to be stunned. He looked at Li Ruhai and nodded, saying, "Yes, He is from my third uncle's family. He is the seventh among all the uncles. "

After saying this, Mr. Song asked Li Ruhai, "Child, how did you know? Did he tell you?"

"He didn't tell me." Li Ruhai smiled and said, "I just remembered it when I heard you and my uncle Song talking about pole-lifting. I heard my eldest brother talk about it, saying that there is an old uncle Song on the bluestone, and he is the younger brother of my uncle Song. He can pole-lift, and it is said to be a unique skill."

After listening to Li Ruhai's reason, Mr. Song nodded slightly, then picked up the wine glass in front of him, tilted his neck and drank the wine in the glass.

"Hehe..." Song Benxiao glanced at his father and saw that the old man looked unhappy, so he smiled at Li Ruhai and said, "It can't be said to be a unique skill. Anyway, it was passed down by my great grandfather, and he passed it down to the two of us."

"Right." Li Ruhai smiled and said, "Uncle Song, do you have any unique skills?"

As he spoke, Li Ruhai took a chopstick in his hand like the old man Song just now, and said, "We think this thing is very simple, but we have such a large forest area, and only your family has done it. There must be something behind it, right?"

Li Ruhai asked this with a smile, and Song Benxiao also smiled and replied, "What's the story? Haha, it's just like that."

As he spoke, Song Benxiao picked up the wine glass and called Li Ruhai, "Ruhai, eat more vegetables. There's nothing good, but don't complain anyway."

Song Benxiao changed the subject, and Li Ruhai responded twice, picking up a chopstick of pickled cabbage and potato shreds and slurping it into his mouth.

After taking another bite of the steamed bun, Li Ruhai thought for a while before asking Song Benxiao, "Hey? Uncle Song, I heard that the old man makes a lot of money hanging sheep from the pole every year, why don't you do it?"

When Li Ruhai said this, the father and son of the Song family subconsciously looked at each other, and then saw Song Benxiao smiled bitterly and said, "I want to do it, but I don't dare to go."

Li Ruhai picked up a fried soybean with chopsticks, threw it into his mouth and chewed it with his back teeth, and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Song Benxiao said, "Your uncle Song will not hide it from you. There are only two places in our forest area where there are hanging sheep. One is Qingshi Lazi. There are people who occupy the shack there. I can't go and grab it."

"What about the other place?" Li Ruhai put down his chopsticks and asked, "Is it occupied by someone too?"

"No." Song Benxiao shook his head and said, "That place is Dashagang Dahoudu, who dares to go there?"

"Ah..." Li Ruhai's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he would really get something by just hitting the target randomly. Although Dashagang was not a good place to go, this was a key piece of news. If he went back and reported it to his elder brother, he would definitely reward him generously.

At this moment, Mr. Song dropped another bombshell. He said, "Son, I know your father and his family are hunters, and your brother and Zhao Jun's dogs are also powerful, but don't go to Dashagang!"

"What's the matter?" Li Ruhai asked, and then he heard Mr. Song say, "Where there are sheep hanging, there must be big claws!"

"Big claws..." Li Ruhai kept Mr. Song's words in mind. At this time, he remembered something and asked the old man, "Mr. Song, now that... 44 to 4..."

"Yes!" Before Li Ruhai finished speaking, Song Benxiao interrupted and said, "Wouldn't that wipe out Yongsheng's Li Daguai?"

"Yeah." Li Ruhai nodded, and then asked Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, if you say that there are hanging sheep, there are big claws. Are there any hanging sheep on the 44 side?"

"I said that there are big claws if there are hanging sheep." King Song laughed: "But I didn't say that there are hanging sheep if there are big claws!"

"Ah...haha..." Li Ruhai realized that he was wrong, and then he heard King Song say again: "The big claws on the 44th are different from the one on Dashagang. I feel that it is a passer-by. After that, the one on Dashagang is a local household. Its lair is on Laoguitouzi Ridge."

After listening to Mr. Song's words, Li Ruhai confirmed what Zhao Jun had said. There is a tiger on Laoguitouzi Ridge, and Zhao Jun and Zhou Chengguo had met it.

"Song Master!" Li Ruhai was also very thoughtful. He suddenly realized that this old man was not an ordinary person, and immediately asked: "Didn't you run in the mountains before?"

"My grandpa was very good!" Song Guochao interrupted and said: "People call my grandpa Song Pao."

"Song what Pao?" Old Song glared at Song Guochao, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "I almost died."

After saying this, the old man seemed to be reminded of the past. He patted his left stump and said to Li Ruhai: "I lost this leg while hunting."

"Ah?" Li Ruhai frowned and asked: "What happened, Song Master?"

Since King Song didn't mention it himself, Li Ruhai didn't feel embarrassed to ask. But now that the old man mentioned it himself, Li Ruhai was not polite.

"Oh!" King Song laughed. He glanced at Song Benxiao, then looked at Li Ruhai and said, "That year... It was the 1960s. Didn't the forest farm get rid of a tiger? You know that, right?"

"I know!" Li Ruhai nodded repeatedly, and King Song raised his head slightly and said, "At that time, they said that the city approved it and said it could fight, so I wanted to knock it down!"

"Oh, me..." Although he couldn't help being surprised, in front of the elders, Li Ruhai still controlled himself and didn't swear. Instead, he looked at King Song's broken leg in surprise and said, "Is it injured by the big claw?"

King Song pursed his lips, shook his head at Li Ruhai, and said, "No, I was injured by the ground gun!"

After saying this, King Song paused, and said with seven parts of pride and three parts of self-mockery in his tone: "Kill the big claw and kill the tulu, Guo Paotou lost his life, and I, an old man, only lost a leg, which is okay, haha..."