C9

At the east end of the village was a long line of adobe houses, the site of the ninth production team. Behind the team site was the production team's large field yard, which was piled with rows of crops and piles of alkaline grass for livestock. During the winter break, most of the members of the team would go to the Lower East Hollow to participate in the construction of the farm and water conservancy project.

It was Elder Wai who was watching the farm. When summer came, he would play the fool in order to avoid the summer hoe production, and he would sing on the production team's big pile of dung while bare-chested. The lyrics he invented were scolding words, scolding whoever he disliked, scolding whoever he wished to scold, and that was how crazy he was. Once, he met Hu Bailing on the road. Hu Bailing was the carpenter of the production team, and today, he and Big Bag were making a carriage for the production team. At noon, he felt a little hungry, so he went home to eat. Old man Han looked left and right, then looked up and down. No matter how he looked at it, Hu Bailing did not like the view at all, so he scolded him for being a rundown landowner, and even made a gesture of wanting to hit him. At that time, the people who were part of the village's landlords were greatly bullied. As long as they were named as the landlords' plutocrats, they would lower their heads wherever they went, and they would unknowingly learn to lower their heads before anyone else. Hu Bailing saw the hostility in Elder Han's eyes, but he couldn't think of how he had offended him, so he quickly smiled and fretted as he took out a nine-cent box of handshake cigarettes from his pocket. He took out a cigarette and passed it to Elder Wei with both hands. Hu Bailing, who was originally a short man, now looked even smaller. However, at this moment, Old Man Han's image became even taller, and Hu Bailing had to look up to see the arrogant face of Old Man Han: "Come, big brother, let's smoke!" Brother, what's wrong with that? Please take care of it. " Old Wai held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, while Hu Bailing lit the match. Old man Han tilted his neck and squinted his eyes, revealing a face full of spirit. In our north, if you light a cigarette for the other person, the other person will stretch out his hands, palms together, making a gesture as if to ward off the wind. Wind or no wind, this was a sign of respect and gratitude to the people who lit the cigarette. However, Han Old Wai's attitude was very domineering. With his hands behind his back and his fingers not even moving, he showed extreme disdain towards Hu Bailing.

Old Wai pointed at Hu Bailing's nose and cursed, "Fuck you! Why are you running away like a blind chicken if you're not working properly?" Hu Bailing's blood was boiling as he asked, "Why did you scold me so quickly?"

"Am I scolding you? I'm just praising your mom's beauty. If your mother isn't beautiful, who would want to have sex with your mother? Don't say that I didn't scold you, I'm just scolding you, shouldn't you, a landlord, scold me? "

"Without hatred, there is no bravery." "Old Wai, fuck you." With that, Hu Bailing swung his fist towards Old Wai's face at a speed of 1.5 meters per second. He had used 0.1 seconds to determine the direction Hu Biling's fist came from, and 0.1 seconds to dodge the punch. At the same time Elder Han dodged the punch, he hit Hu Biling on the jaw with his hook. Hu Biling felt his mind go blank and fell to the ground. At this moment, Big Bag, who had just come out from the team area to urinate, saw this scene and quickly ran over to help Hu Bailing up and persuade the two to leave.

Hu Biling pointed at Old Wai and said, "Just you wait!"

Old man Han clasped his hands behind his back. "I've been waiting for you for ten thousand years!"

Ten thousand years was too long. In less than an hour, Hu Bailing had led his five sons to Old Wai's house in a valiant and spirited manner.

Hu Lao Wei Ling's eldest son, Guo Anwai, wore a leather hat and held a sickle in his hand. He first kicked over the fire, causing the room to be covered in dust, and immediately afterwards, the sickle in Guo An's hand came into close contact with Elder Han's head. The villagers who came to see the commotion quickly pulled them away. Blood dripped from Elder Han's forehead and he stopped baring his fangs and brandishing his claws.

At night, Chen Fulin, the village medical director, took Hu Bailing to the production team for a war meeting, saying that he hated socialism and beat up poor middle peasants and peasants. Hu Bailing stood in the middle of the team site with his head down, confessing to the poor farmers. Pappy and I were lying on the hot kang at the team site, watching the pageant. There was no climax, and soon it was over. Hu Bailing lit a kerosene lamp in the mill room and had to dig most of the night to finish the work.

Grandfather was in the production team to watch the sheepfold. He stayed in the team site at night, and I often stayed with him. There were many wolves in those days, and during the day they followed the sheep, restless; at night they watched from outside the sheepfold, eager to try. There were more than a dozen wolf holes under a mound in the river bed, so that small mound was called the Wolf's Cave Mountain. Wolves had an earthen yellow color and were called purple wolves. The wolves in the Wolf's Cave Mountain were all bluish-gray in color. People called them Ash Wolf. People were very excited when talking about wolves. Even though there was fear mixed in with excitement, and fear mixed with trepidation, humans would still feel lonely if they did not have the wolf as their enemy.

Both the wolves with four legs and the wolves with two legs coveted the sheep in the sheepfold. A slight mistake could lead to the sheep being stolen by the wolves. Grandfather was sitting on the brick bed in his white sheepskin coat. He had not slept a wink the whole night, and when there was a rustle in the grass outside, he took the lantern with him and went out to check. Every time he went out, he would use his hammer to hit the abandoned steel plate on the wheel of a carriage hanging on the door of the sheepfold. The sound was very clear, it could be heard very far in the night, and his grandfather would even call out as he knocked, as if his voice was extremely shocking. Whether it was a four-legged wolf or a two-legged wolf hearing him, they all immediately turned into rabbits and ran away without a trace, but a wolf was still a wolf, so he didn't care about how you shouted. After patrolling around the sheepfold, Grandpa came in from the outside with a white frost on his beard. As I lay in my grandfather's warm bed, he filled a bag with dry smoke, took two long puffs, blew out two puffs of white smoke through his nostrils, and began to tell me about sheep herding. My grandfather told me that the dewy grass in the morning could not be eaten by sheep, and that sheep would fall ill when they ate it; only the sun-dried grass could be eaten by sheep, and there was so much to learn about it. I secretly made up my mind to remember my grandfather's words. When I grow up, I will definitely properly raise the sheep. The Hai Wa in The Chicken Feather Letter can go up to the mountains to raise sheep by herself at the age of eight, but I still have to go to school during the day, so I don't have the time to do so. Pappy asked me how I was doing in the exam and how many marks I had scored. When I said I had scored a hundred, my grandfather laughed until his eyebrows and beard shook, praising me. "In fact, I know in my heart that it was a total of 100 marks for both Chinese and mathematics.

On the long kang of the production team, the breeder, Old Xu, lived, and the other one, Madman Zhang. When Old Xu heard that I had scored a hundred in the exam, he was also very excited. He gave me a thumbs-up and said that I would definitely be successful in the future. And tell me, don't be proud if you score a hundred points. He told me a story about a proud dragon in the Book of Changes:

One day, Confucius was standing beside an abyss, looking at the hidden divine dragon. Shen Long asked Confucius, "Old Confucius, I have the ability to summon the wind and rain and have undergone great changes. However, I had no choice but to hide in the depths of the abyss. When can I raise my head and raise my chest, soar in the blue sky, and soar in the nine heavens? " Confucius replied, "Right now, the world is covered in ice and snow, and the yin energy is extremely dense. You must not act rashly, or there will be disaster." After a few days, the spring thunder shook the sky. Confucius called out, "Oh dragon, quickly fly. Now is the time for you to display your skills." All of a sudden, the dragon leaped out of the abyss and flew into the blue sky. He was spreading rain and clouds in the sky. When everyone looked up, the divine dragon was proud and proud. It flew higher into the sky. Confucius quickly shouted, "Oh divine dragon, enough is enough." How could the divine dragon listen as it continued to rise higher. The clouds could no longer hold it up, and its body quickly fell down. At this time, it was too late for it to regret, and it fell to the ground with a pfft. Confucius looked at the divine dragon's corpse and let out a long sigh. "Let's make you proud. When there is a time to be awesome, there is always a time to be stupid. You can't be cocky anymore!" After listening to this story, I realized that pride had such serious consequences. On second thought, I only scored a hundred points for two subjects. How could I be proud?

Lunatic Zhang was a former member of the military. He could write and calculate, and he could play and sing all sorts of songs. In the rural areas of the time, he was also considered a cultured person. However, he suddenly became lovesick, fell in love with the woman next door to him, missed her and couldn't get her. He became depressed, and finally went crazy. Sometimes miss very much, just one person held up Chairman Mao's words, loudly shouting "Long live Chairman Mao". Since his wife could no longer live with him, she took the two children out of the country and he began to wander around alone. The winter night was so cold that he would walk all night in the village, singing, "There's a good girl in the distance..." He was still thinking about that girl even though he was already so cold. During the day, he would lie under the haystack in the courtyard and sleep in the sun. The members of the production team were afraid that he would freeze to death if this went on, so they let him live in the team station. He had a lute, which looked a little like an elongated monarch, and the members of the club called his lute a king-eight. In his spare time at work, the members surrounded him and asked him to play a piece of Wang Bajie, and he turned the spindle and strummed, and a passionate piece of "The Ten Faces Ambush" echoed through the production team, shaking the dusty cobwebs on the beams of the houses.

Zhang, who didn't take part in productive work, slept on the kang of the production team all day. When he was hungry, he got up, mixed a ball of noodles with a cotton cap and hood, and then buried them in the fire in the stove pit. When the fire was almost done, he took them out and ate them, then went back to sleep on the kang. One day, a duck from an unknown family was bitten to death by a production team's old sow in the courtyard. Someone picked it up and gave it to Madman Zhang. He threw the duck into the oven and buried it in the fire. A few handfuls of bean curd was burned on top of it, and when he woke up, he picked the duck out of the stove. This was a real roast duck. He pulled off the burnt duck feathers on the surface and started to eat. When he finished, there was still duck blood on the corner of his mouth. Then, he scooped up a large scoop of cold water from the water tank and gulped it down. When the members saw that he had finished eating the duck, they said, "Madman Zhang, since you've eaten the burnt duck, why don't you come over for a while?" To let him do this part was to let him perform a show. Lunatic Zhang did not delay any further. Using his mouth, he mimicked the sound of a fast moving board as he said, "Shoot the bamboo board. Caw the sound. Lunatic Zhang is a duck a day …"

Old Xu, the breeder, slept very lightly at night, and had developed the habit of waking up at night. The horses and a cow in the production team were fed with grass at night. There were few wagons in the winter, so there were only a few horses for emergency use and an old cow for the water tanker at the team depot to feed. The other envoys had been placed in Danzi, and the production team had saved a lot of fodder. The horse was not fat, and Old Xu had to get up three times a night to feed the horses and a cow. Regardless of whether it was a cold day or a night full of snow, he still dressed like usual, never stopping. Grass was a grain grass chopped with a guillotine. A guillotine was a knife like the one used to cut Liu Hulan. It was very sharp. If you really can't stand the temptation of that fragrance, you can eat a few mouthfuls. Just don't drink cold water after you finish eating. If you insist on eating the bean cake and drinking cold water, no one can control you.

Old Xu poured the chopped cereal into the trough. The animals were not busy eating; they put their noses close to the grass and smelled it. When they saw that there was no scent of the beancake, they raised their heads and looked at Old Xu longingly, waiting for him to sprinkle the beancurd into the ground. Old Xu had just sprinkled the crumbs into the trough, and they were still floating on the ground. Before he could stir them with his stick, the animals had already lowered their heads and started eating. The horses snorted, and the old cow stuck out her long tongue and began to eat. The old cow had no horns, and its head was bald, as the members called it. Old Xu would drive the wooden wheel water wheel pulled by the bald gourd to the river bank to pull two trips a day. The bald gourd walked slowly with a mature and experienced look. In fact, it was different when it was young.

The muscles of the bald gourd in its youth had the inexhaustible strength, and its eyes sparkled with the wind. The two large eggs under the cow's buttocks swung back and forth as it moved, like the pendulum of a clock on the wall of the team, and the two large eggs accompanied their master out of the twilight between the legs of the bald gourd and into the dawn. At that time, the calabash was so full of energy that it was almost impossible to see a cow. As long as there was a chance to touch a cow, regardless of whether the cow was in heat or not, she would still jump on the cow. Once he was pulling a plow, and when he saw a herd of cows coming back from the grass, he rushed forward with the plough in desperation, and the members of the club could not stop him, and at last he broke off both his horns with a big stick, and he became a bald gourd. Losing two horns didn't affect his pursuit of the cow at all. All the cows in the village became his fans. He had no choice but to bring the veterinarian, Old Zhu, with a rope to secure his four legs to his body and then beat the crap out of him. Every time Old Zhu's head smashed into the gourd, its body would twitch and clench. At the same time, it let out a blood-curdling screech. In the end, its entire body trembled as large tears rolled out of its eyes. From then on, the bald gourd seemed to be looking down at the earth, seeing the cow pass by as if it had not seen it.

Grandfather went out many times a night, to prevent wolves from picking up sheep, and to see which ewe was about to give birth to a lamb. He had to find it in time and take the lamb into the house, or else he would freeze to death and leave it outside until its hair dried up. However, no matter how meticulous they were, there would always be loopholes. There were even lambs that didn't get into the house in time and died from the cold. There were also lambs that had grown quite big and had died for unknown reasons. Grandfather felt it was a pity that these dead lambs had been thrown away, so he peeled them off and wore them on his shoulders as lambs. The lamb was salted and hung to dry under the eaves of the team. When people entered the courtyard of the production team, they would be able to see a row of dried salt lambs under the eaves. Book of Songs. Didn't "Beating sandalwood" say, "If you don't hunt, there will be a suspender in the Hu Zhengru Court"? "." "No, no. My grandpa is not hunting, but there is a hanging lamb in the Peerless Court! Sometimes at night Pappy would come in with one and bury it in the stove-pot fire and heat a small jug of beet wine in the hot ash at the entrance to the stove pit. The two of them would eat lamb and drink beet wine to keep out the cold of the winter night. A gust of wind blew from the roof, blowing snow particles off the roof and rustling on the windowpanes. "A weasel came out of the cave at the other side of the warehouse and trotted all the way here. It stood up in front of the section and peeked through the crack in the door with its front paws. The room was very dark and there was nothing to be seen but the smell of meat and wine. It swallowed hard and scratched the corner of its mouth with its front paws before it ran back to the mill.

During the latter half of the night, the sky was covered in dark clouds. With a gust of wind, snow covered the sky. The female wolf, who had been sleeping in the yellow grass on the mountain, woke up and stood up to stretch. Then the wolf stood up and urinated on a grassy mound by the creek. The three pups that were born in the spring also stood up. Due to the rich food in the summer and autumn, these three pups grew very fast. They were now about the same size as the two big wolves. The endless snow and wild land all around, the wolf's stomach unceasingly makes gurgling noises, too hungry, the stomach is very uncomfortable!

The she-wolf raised her head and howled into the wind and snow, and the male began to howl, and the cub followed her parents' example and howled. The wolf's howl was very special. It wasn't very loud, but it traveled very far. It was low and sorrowful. The wolf's howl seemed to resonate within one's chest, causing one's heart to tremble.

The horses in the team barn were agitated as they heard the howling of the wolves. The bald gourd also opened its eyes and began to bellow a few times. The sheep in the sheepfold began to shiver and bleat piteously.

The birds and beasts of the wilderness had all hidden away. During the day, only crows flew tirelessly through the meadow and the woods; at night, the owl became the star of the night, circling silently above the meadow and the woods, anxiously searching for food, but the ground was empty and there was nothing to eat. The permafrost gets thicker and thicker, and the wild rats only make holes in the shallow ground. The cattle and horses grazing in the meadow during the day walk over the holes, and the rats' homes are immediately turned upside down by the horses and cows.

Snow continued to fall, covering everything in a vast expanse of whiteness. The thick snow was like a huge quilt covering the entire meadow. The biting cold could not be felt by the wind, and the thick snow blocked the cold. The world under the snow seemed to be unable to feel the breath of winter. The wild rats hid under the snow, nibbling at the grass roots and eating the seeds. A pair of furry, beautiful little black mice, with a little nest of fine grass and wool, perched on a snow-covered branch of a shrub. Beneath the thick snow, in the warm nest, there were a few newborn mice, still hairless, bald, and with their eyes still open. Suddenly, a pair of fierce, green eyes stared at the little rat's nest, the eyes of a she-wolf. The she-wolf sniffed the nest. She knew there was a nest of mice, but it wasn't big enough for her to fit in the teeth. He turned around and exchanged a glance with the male wolf who was following him, meaning to say, "Let's go into the village and find something to eat." The male wolf silently agreed. So the she-wolf stepped forward, the male followed, and the three little waves followed.

They tread cautiously, each wolf's footprint right in front of the other. They walked in an orderly manner through the meadow and through the trees toward the village.

The she-wolf suddenly stopped, so did the male, and the cubs.

At the east end of the village, from the direction of the sheepfold, came the sound of metal, followed by a deep, long shout that sounded like a Mongolian tune, but was not. It was Pappy pounding the steel plate and shouting, as if warning the wolves: I'm here, so don't come!

A few wolves hid behind an old elm tree outside the sheepfold and watched. They saw that the sheepfold was quiet and there was no sound of knocking or shouting. The male wolf was impatient to jump into the sheepfold, but the female stopped him in time: What are you in such a hurry for, you big idiot? The real danger was being soundless. Just when you thought you were safe, danger suddenly appeared in front of you!

The wolves hid behind the elms again, listening to the snow rustling under the trees. The she-wolf couldn't help feeling pleased with herself for her cunning, and began to sing happily, "All your movements, all my surroundings, you are my poem. I have read you a thousand times without getting tired of you …" After confirming that his grandfather had entered the house, he decided that there was no more danger. The male wolf raised his head to look at the top of the wall of the sheepfold. Soon after, the she-wolf also led the three little wolves and jumped into the sheepfold …

The next morning, his grandfather found out that five of the sheep in the sheepfold had been bitten to death, and they had all been eaten in a mess by the wolves. The production team leader came to the sheepfold and looked around, then said to his grandfather, "As for the leftover meat, use the production team's big pot of tofu to boil a pot of soup. Let the members of the team have some mutton and lamb soup." Thus, the members of the ninth production team celebrated and spread the news. Third Baldy took off his dog fur hat that was stained with brain oil. He flicked the dust off the hat and said to Zhang Pai Zi, "We have lamb to eat today." "This is great!" every one of Zhang Pingzi's holes replied gloriously. The members of the club had come early with pots and pans and all the utensils they could use for the soup. Everyone's faces were brimming with a joyful smile. Everyone was as happy as if they had just met someone who had just gotten married. My brother and I brought home a pot of mutton soup. The aroma of the soup wafted straight into my nostrils, and when my brother insisted on carrying it for a while, I gave it to him. He carried it home cautiously, and his brother swallowed when he smelled the mutton soup, but there was so much saliva that it dripped into the soup before he could swallow it back.

During the day, Pappy found a large iron trap for wolves and asked me to bring some leaves from the poplar and elm trees. Pappy put them in the pot and boiled them with the leaves, letting them smell of poplar and elm to hide the rust on them. In the evening, my grandfather and I found a trail of wolf footprints in the snow on the path in the poplar woods to the east of the village. I said to my grandfather, This wolf is from here. Pappy said it was the footprints of five wolves. Pappy told me that when a wolf was trotting through the snow, his right hind leg was always in the footprints of his left front foot, and his left rear foot was always in the footprints of his right front foot.

Whenever they went out, they would always be followed by the alert she-wolf. The male she-wolf followed behind her, and finally, the three little wolves that were looking around seemed to be curious about everything, their faces full of childishness.

When they ran away together, the wolves behind them were always able to put their feet precisely on the footprints left by the wolf in front of them, so it looked as if a wolf had walked through the snow. If you carefully observe it, you will still be able to discover its secrets. We always say that we can only believe what we see with our own eyes. In fact, many times, we can't believe what we see with our own eyes, because underneath the surface of things, there is a truth that no one knows about.

Pappy had chosen a spot next to a pile of bushes where the wolf had passed the last time. Pappy used a small wooden shovel instead of a shovel because he was afraid of leaving a smell of metal, and a glove because he was afraid of the smell of sweat on his hands. The wolf's nose was very sensitive and the wolf was very cunning, and if they were allowed to smell even the slightest bit of human or steel odor, you couldn't catch it. Pappy placed the wolf trap, boiled in leaves, at the selected spot, and then covered it with a small wooden shovel. Then he used a small wooden shovel to gently flatten the snow. Once the trap was finished, he would have to fasten the chain to the bushes beside him. Otherwise, the trapped wolf would have to drag the trap and run away.

That night, the wolves didn't attack the sheepfold. They weren't stupid enough to steal the sheep every day and then be ambushed. It always appears on nights when people are less alert, when you don't expect it. Thus, the sheep lived a few days in peace.

Hunger drove them slowly to forget their fears. Even the usually timid rabbits had become much bolder, less afraid of humans, and sometimes they would run into the courtyard of the production team in the middle of the day and eat large mouthfuls of alkaline grass from the alkali haystacks.

That night, a rabbit hopped on the meadow. It jumped between the mounds of grass next to a frozen river ditch, jumped from one mound to the other, and from the other to the other. Suddenly, with a "plop" sound, the rabbit slipped into the snow. At this time, from behind the willow bushes, the figure of five wolves flashed out. The rabbit was scared shitless and immediately ran away. The five wolves spread out and chased the rabbits in the direction of the village. The rabbits panicked and ran into the woods to the east of the village, following the path where the five wolves had entered the village last time. When B.Rabbit turned around and left the group of bushes, he heard a "bang" as he was caught by his grandfather's trap. The rabbit cried out in pain, like a baby crying. Five wolves caught up with them, and what happened next you might have imagined was that the rabbit was instantly torn apart and eaten by five wolves.

Pappy, who seemed to have a hunch that the wolves would come again tonight, knocked on the steel plate of the sheepfold and yelled for a while before returning to the house at the team station and sneaking back into the fold. The five wolves observed the surroundings for a while. Seeing that there were no movements, they became more daring after the previous successful sneak attack. Just as the male wolf jumped onto the wall of the sheepfold and was about to jump into the sheepfold, his grandfather shot out a steel ball from his catapult in the dark, accurately hitting one of the male wolf's eyes. The male wolf let out a blood-curdling screech and fell down from the high wall of the sheepfold, and the moment it landed, without caring about the pain, it turned around and fled into the forest.

The next day, Pappy and I went to check the wolf trap in the woods. There were some rabbit hair and rabbit blood on it, and some messy wolf footprints in the snow. Pappy decided that this was what the wolves had done last night, driving the rabbits into the village. If there was a trap on the way in, the rabbits would be in trouble, and if the rabbits came in unharmed, they wouldn't be in any danger. To deal with such a cunning wolf, Grandpa felt that it would be very difficult just to rely on himself. Thus, my grandfather asked the old hunter in the village to force Dalai Lama to help him get rid of the wolves.

The original surname was Liu, and his name was Baoyin Dalai. In Mongolian, he was referring to the boundless sea of happiness, which was the Fukai Sea. The villagers distorted the pronunciation of his name, calling him "awesome Dalai Lama." Just listening to his name was enough. What is more impressive is his spear skills. We have often heard people say that a certain bandit leader with good spear skills can beat up the leader of a group of bandits at night, but compared to the powerful Dalai Lama, that is just a small trick. The gun skills of the powerful Dalai Lama could kill mosquitoes in a dark room. Grandfather asked him to help beat the wolf that attacked the sheepfold, and he readily agreed.

It was a good time to hunt that day, when the oxen had forced Dalai Lama to carry his shotgun into the meadow, a snow-covered, silver-clad world in the wilderness. Any wild animal would leave a trail in the snow, which provided the hunters with clues to track them. Old Hunters like Ox-Head Dalai loved this kind of weather the most. As long as they entered the Grassland, they wouldn't need to be empty-handed. At the very least, they would be able to hunt pheasants and hares. But today, his target wasn't the pheasant or the hare. What he wanted was a trail of wolves. He soon found the trail of the wolves, as well as the path that the wolves took every time they entered the village to steal sheep. He decided to ambush the wolves, which would be located in the forest to the east of the village. Last time the wolf was hit in the eye by a steel ball in the sheep pen, he probably wouldn't dare to attack the sheep pen again for a short period of time, so he couldn't set up another ambush in the sheep pen. If it was still set up in the sheep pen, then it would become a guard waiting for the wolf.

He was carrying a shotgun and carrying a sack on his back. The wolves had begun to roam around the village again in the last few days, and someone in the village complained to him that the wolves had picked up their piglets at night. With the hope of the villagers on his back, he quietly arrived in the woods to the east of the village. He had a little pig in a sack on his back, and some hay and pigshit. He found a place to ambush and covered himself up with some dry branches and grass. He also put on his white fur coat and lay there like a sheep, but he was a hunter in sheep's clothing.

He lurked there, surrounded by dense, dark woods. A cold moon hung high in the branches of the poplar trees, looking like a hazy sunset, though pale. At this time, in the dark forest, there appeared a green moving point of light. This was the light the wolf's eyes were emitting in the night. When he was forced to load the shotgun and prod the piglet in the sack with a stick, the piggy squealed and the she-wolf who was walking in front of him stopped and looked back at the male wolf who was following him. That meant you were going up front. The male wolf was now a one-eyed man, blind with one eye hit by a steel ball. The male wolf obediently walked in front of the group, although he was very worried about being ambushed, but the cries of the piglet just now had temporarily forgotten his fear. He could smell the strong smell of pig dung. It seemed like Little Pig was nearby, in the shadows of the forest ahead. Then it hesitated, and at that moment, about fifty meters ahead of it, there was a flash of fire, and in 0.1 seconds it decided that it was the muzzle of a shotgun, and in 1.5 seconds it made a dodging motion, and there was a loud noise in the woods, like a thunderclap, and the shotgun's shrapnel flew past it like a storm, hitting the snow beside it and sending snow flying everywhere. But he was still a little slow to dodge. Two of the canisters had entered the flesh of his right foreleg, and he ignored the pain and turned to run, weeping tears of grievance as he ran: Why am I always the one who gets hurt? The other four wolves had fled without a trace after hearing the gunshot.