"Ahem..." Zhu Dashan raised his chin and coughed violently. Zhu Jiang patted his back dutifully.

But Zhu Dashan raised his hand, gestured toward the outer room, and said: "Hurry up, go out and take a look."

The grandfather and grandson hurriedly got off the kang and came to the outer room. They saw Wang Juan standing at the door in despair.

When Zhu Dashan went to the door and took a look, he saw that the black tiger that was supposed to be tied up in the barn had broken free from the rope at some point and was lying in the middle of the courtyard.

And between its two front paws, there is an old hen.

At this time, the old hen's throat had been bitten off, and the wound on her neck that was bitten by the black tiger was still bleeding slowly.

"What the hell..." The angry Zhu Jiang pushed aside Zhu Dashan and Wang Juan who were blocking him. But the moment he rushed out of the house, he suddenly stopped again, looked to the left and right, turned around and picked up the chair in two steps.

The shovel in the corner went straight to the black tiger.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Dashan and Wang Juan did not stop him. They did not want Zhu Jiang to beat the black tiger to death, but such an annoying dog had to be beaten violently to relieve his hatred.

But before Zhu Jiang could reach him, the black tiger got up from the ground and jumped out.

Zhu Jiang held up his shovel and chased after him, but two legs couldn't outrun four legs. Even if Black Tiger had one leg that was slightly disabled, it still had more legs than Zhu Jiang.

Moreover, this dog ran really fast, and his fat body showed no clumsiness at all. Seeing that Zhu Jiang could not catch up, Zhu Dashan grabbed the big broom used to sweep the yard and chased the black tiger with Zhu Jiang.

In an instant, the courtyard was in chaos.

Lao Zhu's family originally raised four big chickens, one male and three females. In the spring, they hatched eggs and hatched seventeen more chicks.

Just now, the black tiger burst out and killed an old hen. The other three big chickens were frightened. Those who climbed up the wall climbed up the wall, and those who rummaged through the tents. Only a group of chicks were left, surrounded by

angle.

There are walls on two sides of the corner, and the other two sides are blocked by wooden boards. There is water and ground corn noodles inside.

This is a treatment only given to chickens. Big chickens can only dig for bugs and eat grass seeds in the fields.

The black tiger despises these gadgets. There is only two ounces of meat from each one, which is not enough to stuff between its teeth.

But at this time, he was surrounded by Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang's ancestors and grandsons. Black Tiger could only sneak away, and in the process of running, his fat body knocked down the wooden board surrounding the chicken.

Hearing the cries of the chickens, they scrambled into a mess. The board fell down and hit three chickens. The other chickens stepped on the fallen board and scattered along the gap.

Zhu Dashan, who was chasing after him, couldn't stop his pace and stepped on a chicken. The poor chicken was so stomped that its feces came out. It didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it died.

Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang both cursed and chased the black tiger like crazy. Their behavior made the thirteen chicks who rushed out of the fence even more frightened. They flapped their newly feathered wings and flew quickly in the yard.

Running around and avoiding.

The black tiger dodged Zhu Jiang's shovel, but saw Zhu Dashan charging towards it viciously. The black tiger saw that its way was blocked, so it ducked into the empty space next to it.

The space is about three feet wide, with a wall on one side and two horse stools placed side by side on the other. There are three large dustpans on the horse stools, and dried potatoes are dried in the dustpans.

Dried potatoes are only available among the people in the Northeast. They peel the ripe potatoes first, then cut them into slices, and then place them piece by piece in the sun to dry them.

As long as it is stewed meat, you can put some dried potatoes in it. The broth will penetrate into the meat and the texture will be juicy. It is very popular among Northeastern people.

It is a bit troublesome to make, as it requires peeling and slicing. But three generations of the Zhu family love this bite, so Wang Juan doesn’t care about the trouble.

To dry vegetables, it must be done after the Beginning of Autumn, when the air is clear and cool. Otherwise, before the Beginning of Autumn, the weather is sultry and hot, and the ripe potatoes will grow hairy as soon as they are exposed to the sun.

No, at the beginning of autumn today, Wang Juan got up early to harvest potatoes, peel them, and slice them. She worked hard until Zhu Dashan came back before drying the potatoes. She thought she could dry a batch in two days on a sunny day.

But the black tiger slid into the space between the horse stool and the wall, and its fat body knocked down the horse stool, and then overturned the dustpan containing dried potatoes.

At this time, the potatoes were not completely dry yet, so they fell to the ground and rolled up with soil. The golden potatoes were immediately covered with soil.

The thin cooked potato slices are stained with soil and cannot be washed, and they break into pieces as soon as they are washed.

Seeing the chickens and dogs jumping all over the yard, Wang Juan shouted at the top of her lungs: "Don't chase it away! Don't chase it away..."

Wang Juan lengthened her voice and roared loudly, calling Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang's ancestors and grandson.

The two men turned around and looked at Wang Juan, only to see Wang Juan sitting at the door, grinning and crying.

This is just out of anger!

In the past few days, Wang Juan was in a bad mood because of the black rice in the corn fields at home and harming the food. Today, Zhu Dashan went to Zhao Jun's house to borrow a hunting dog, which gave Wang Juan a glimmer of hope.

But the scene she saw before her eyes really made her unable to calm down.

What is this!

The potatoes we had worked so hard for all morning were gone, the old hens that laid eggs at home were gone, and several chickens that were waiting to be raised until winter and sold when the snow fell also died.

Seeing Wang Juan crying, Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang looked at the mess in the courtyard and wanted to cry without tears. They also hated Black Tiger to death.

The two men began to look for chickens and clean up the yard, but no matter what work they did, they always operated with one hand, holding a weapon in the other hand, keeping an eye on the black tiger, just waiting for it to relax its vigilance, and then go over and give it a shot.
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But the black tiger is so smart. It kept wandering around in the yard, always staying far away from the grandfather and grandson.

"Hey, Master!" Suddenly, Zhu Jiang held a shovel in one hand and greeted Zhu Dashan with the other, saying: "Come and take a look!"

When Zhu Dashan arrived at Zhu Jiang's side, he saw Zhu Jiang pointing at the black tiger and asked him: "Master, look at that dog, is one of its legs lame?"

"Oops! That's not what happened!" Zhu Dashan then discovered that one of Black Tiger's legs couldn't quite touch the ground and was walking with a limp.

Zhu Dashan walked quickly towards Black Tiger, but Black Tiger saw him coming and trotted in the opposite direction.

"Stop running, I won't beat you." Zhu Dashan shouted at Black Tiger, but as soon as he shouted, Black Tiger ran faster.

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"It's broken!" Zhu Dashan turned around, shook his head at Zhu Jiang and said: "I probably ran away just now and hit him. Now we are in trouble. The dog we borrowed from others was injured. How are we going to explain to them now?"<

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This old man has a bad personality, and he speaks loudly, but he speaks loudly. But he is very particular about life and work, and he is very trustworthy and speaks his truth.

Seeing that Black Tiger was injured at this time, he was a little overwhelmed and felt sorry for Zhao Jun.

"It doesn't look like it's a big problem." Zhu Jiang came to Zhu Dashan's side, reached for the shovel in Zhu Dajiang's hand, and said, "The dog's legs are not bleeding, and it is not barking, so it should be fine."

Hearing what Zhu Jiang said, Zhu Dashan reacted and said with a smile: "Yes, if it hurts, why shouldn't it scream? It's probably a bruise, just take it slow and it'll be fine."

After saying this, the two men breathed a sigh of relief and turned from anger to laughter. When they turned around, they saw that Wang Juan had wiped away her tears and was squatting on the ground picking up dried potatoes.

The potatoes she had been busy drying all morning were all covered in soil, and many of them were broken.

When Wang Juan picked up these dried potatoes, it was like picking up her broken heart piece by piece.

"Oh my god, don't pick it up." Zhu Jiang came closer and advised: "You can't take this anymore, you can feed it to the chickens."

Wang Juan was angry and vented her anger: "Get aside!"

"Juan." At this time, Zhu Dashan also came over and persuaded: "Go back to the house and rest for a while, and let Zhu Jiang clean up."

Even if it were Zhu Aiguo who said this, Wang Juan would have to give him a slap in the face. But Zhu Dashan is the father-in-law and the elder, so Wang Juan can only sigh, get up and walk into the house.

Seeing Wang Juan leaving, Zhu Dashan winked at Zhu Jiang and told him to pack up quickly.

Zhu Jiang pointed at the black tiger and asked: "Master, how do you control that dog? Just let it go like this?"

"If you don't let it go, you won't be able to catch up with it." Zhu Dashan retorted, turned around and went back to the house.

In the evening, when Zhu Aiguo came back from get off work at the forest farm, he first saw the black tiger lying in his yard.

"Hey, where did the dog come from? Tsk tsk..." Zhu Aiguo made a sound to attract the black tiger, and he saw the black tiger running towards him with his body lowered, shaking his head and wagging his tail.

Zhu Aiguo rubbed Black Tiger's big head lovingly before walking into the room.

When he entered the house, he saw a large pot with the lid open and cooking dumplings. Zhu Aiguo smiled and said to Wang Juan, "Want to eat dumplings?"

"You saw it and asked!" Wang Juan replied angrily.

Zhu Aiguo shrank his neck and hurriedly walked into the house. His house had three and a half rooms. Zhu Dashan and Zhu Jiang lived in the east room, and they lived in the west room.

Zhu Aiguo came directly to the east room and saw Zhu Dashan. Zhu Jiang was sitting on the kang calmly. He pointed to the outer room and asked in a low voice: "What the hell happened to the child?"

"It's okay." Zhu Dashan slid over the question that was difficult to answer, and then said to Zhu Aiguo: "I borrowed a dog, do you look at it?"

"Looking at it." When Zhu Dashan mentioned the black tiger, Zhu Aiguo smiled and said, "I saw it, that dog looks very energetic."

"Yeah." Zhu Jiang said emotionally from the side, "I feel so energetic."

Zhu Dashan rolled his eyes at Zhu Jiang. Borrowing the black tiger was the worst decision in his life, which made the old man a little embarrassed at home.

But when he thought of the black tiger's spirit, the old man had new ideas about tonight's hunting, and said to Zhu Dashan: "This is the dog borrowed from Zhao Jun's family. How many black blind men did that kid do last winter?

It’s all the help of this dog.”

Zhao Jun didn't say this. It was entirely the old man's own preconceptions and subjective assumptions.

"Yes!" Zhu Aiguo responded casually, turning his head and looking out the window.

"Stop looking!" Zhu Dashan pulled Zhu Aiguo and said to him: "After dinner later, you go to Chen Dalei's house and borrow his gun."

For more than ten years, every village has held target shooting training every year. Zhu Dashan, Zhu Aiguo, and Zhu Jiang's three generations of ancestors and grandsons can shoot. However, before, they only shot dead targets and never shot live animals.

"Sure!" Zhu Aiguo agreed without even thinking about it. In the first few years, when the militiamen were doing target practice, his shots were quite accurate.

"Isn't one gun enough?" At this time, Zhu Jiang answered the conversation and said to Zhu Aiguo: "Dad, do you think anyone still has a gun? You can borrow another one."

"That's right." Zhu Dashan agreed: "The grandson is right, two guns are safe."
To be continued...