Passing through the outskirts of Daqing Mountain, looking around, aside from a few fruit trees generating economic benefits, the once neat rows of coniferous forests are now sparse, with only a few immature trees left.
No wonder they say the environment is damaged. Without a decade, if one wants to harvest timber for building houses, they would have to venture into the deep mountains. Zhou Jiao glanced around, slightly squinting her eyes.
Old Captain is indeed a clever man! — The transplanted fruit tree saplings are spread all over the periphery. Is he preparing ahead, planning to use the fruit trees to form a safety belt?
About thirty people, led by National Day and his three cousins, quietly ascended the collapsed path leading to the halfway point of the mountain. Further ahead is what the team members call the "Wolf Zone."
National Day looked at his overly energetic nephews with satisfaction. This physical strength truly inherited the good genes of the Old Zhang’s family. Each one is fit to be a hunter!
Of course, he wouldn’t dare to say this out loud. Being a hunter is life-threatening, unless one is so poor they can’t afford food, who would want their children to risk their lives?
Just in the past couple of years, his elder and younger uncle hadn’t considered letting their grandchildren learn this skill from the elders, which means that his grandfather’s hunting skills would cease with his generation.
Would he feel regret? There certainly is. But everyone has their own path to follow.
From Mr. Zhang not letting his two older brothers learn hunting, National Day could tell that the Old Zhang’s family truly planned to give up this hereditary craft.
Perhaps his grandfather, when he was old, spent all his energy training himself, foreseeing that such a day would come.
"Living off the mountain." If one lacks the ability to leave Zhang Family Village, National Day thinks that the inherited craft can’t be abandoned. Relying on a few work points to live a good life is hardly easy!
"I knocked down a few wasp nests over there, you guys better stay alert. Don’t wander off when we go up later. Especially don’t go further north, it is a real wolf den there."
"Fifth Uncle, will the wolves come over?"
"You fool, it’d be good if wolves come, there’d be meat to eat."
"Don’t make noise, making more noise will attract wolves."
National Day ignored the children’s chatter. He turned to Qing Shan and said, "We walk south for three to five hundred meters, then we’ll reach the place. I’ll be watching the perimeter. We must leave at noon."
Qing Shan nodded, "No need to stick to a schedule, just alert us if anything’s wrong."
"Alright. Let’s continue." National Day helped Zhou Jiao with her strap, holding Ping’an in his arms, handing him a bag of little stones.
Ping’an tightened the bag with his left hand, and exercised his right arm, "I’m fine now."
"Okay, keep your attention focused next, especially on the grass and treetops for venomous snakes." National Day finished speaking, seeing him nod, he smiled. His son felt safe in his arms.
In this brief five hundred meters on the mountain path, many events unfolded, leaving a group of people bewildered — just to see his young uncle (maternal uncle) wielding a machete to widen the road, while the little guy in his arms occasionally swung his arm swiftly, either knocking down a snake or a rapid rabbit.
The proficiency of this father and son duo, have they practiced often? And when did the little one learn this skill? Can daily stretches and boxing truly suffice?
A group of children were inevitably intrigued. Fortunately, they were in the mountains and knew they couldn’t make sounds now, or they’d have pursued the knowledge more. Anyway, not worried! There’ll be plenty of time upon returning.


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