This stockade hidden in the mountains is called Shitouzhai, where 30-year-old Pamba lives. Pamba is a descendant of hunters. Apart from his two-year-old son, his favorite is the gunpowder left by his grandfather. Nothing, I always carefully hold it in my arms and wipe it with a tarpaulin.
At dusk the day before the Songkran Festival, Pamba put a powder gun on his back and got into the Daqingshan Mountain behind the stockade, hoping to catch a bamboo rat or shoot a pheasant to improve his life during the Songkran Festival. Turning a hurdle, Panba carried a mountain rabbit and a pheasant on his shoulder. He sat down with satisfaction, rested for a while and was ready to come back. Suddenly, there was a rustle of trees across the street and he stood up in shock. For an instant, he was shocked all over. A wolf sat a dozen paces away, staring at him in fear. There is a furry cub under the wolf's front paws. The pups obviously didn't realize the danger and fidgeted disobediently. Pamba instinctively grasped the powder gun. The wolf obviously saw the power of the powder gun and jumped out with a low title. Pamba picked up the powder gun and fired with a bang. After a cloud of white smoke, Pamba found that the wolf had disappeared. He went to the bushes in front, and the blood on the ground gradually faded. A little wolf, bigger than a slap in the face, squatted in the thick leaves and kept shaking. Pamba grabbed its hind legs and hung it upside down: the little guy had fine, soft and loose smoky gray fluff, and some long and hard black wolf hair appeared sparsely in the fluff. The fluff is short and uneven. He is full of wildness, like a big hairy chestnut, and some of them even prick his hand. The wolf cub's head was black and bright, as if it had been poured with asphalt. Its eyes have not been fully opened, but thin spikes have grown out, revealing a lost face. He thought for a moment, looked around, and walked down the hill with a wolf cub in his hand.
When he got home, Pamba found a rope, tied a collar around the wolf cub's neck, tied one end to a stake and set it free. The little wolf cub quickly climbed to the corner of the earth, as fast as a wound toy car, which made the younger son clap his hands and giggle.
At night, Panba put the cub in an iron cage, and the cage door was firmly entangled with wire. In the middle of the night, Pamba heard something outside. He looked out from the bamboo house and got a fright. There are two green lights in the yard-the female wolf is not dead, but she found you! Pamba grabbed the powder gun, but hesitated to put it down-he was afraid that the sound of the gun would scare his sleeping son. He remembered a method his father told him to deal with the female wolf. If you catch a puppy, hang it on a tree or put it in an iron cage, and put a big basin of salt water near the puppy. If the mother wolf can't save the child, she will howl in despair. When her voice becomes hoarse, she will drink the water in the basin. As a result, the more she drank, the more thirsty she became. Finally, the mother wolf will be thirsty, silent, and her stomach will swell to death.
I figured out a way, and Panba lay on the bamboo bed, listening to the howl of the miserable wolf outside, waiting for dawn. The east was a fish-belly grey, and Panba got up from the bamboo bed, grabbed the powder gun and rushed out. The big wolf disappeared, and the little wolf in the cage curled up inside, staring at hostile eyes. The iron cage was covered with blood stains, which made people stunned. It turned out that the wolf was maliciously trying to bite the cage, either grinding his mouth or biting his teeth. Pamba's wife Naya was moved by sympathy and advised Pamba to say, "Poor thing, that's it." Pamba hesitated and took the little wolf out of the cage. The wolf let out a cry and a pile of trees moved outside the fence. Pamba looked there and said, "Go, go!" "Throw the Wolf there. Unfortunately, something happened: there happened to be a sharp stone, and the little wolf hit his head on it when he landed. Nothing happened with a bang. Little Wolf's mouth overflowed with a pool of bright red blood. The wolf whooshed out of the bushes, sniffed the little wolf on the ground and let out a cry in the sky-his eyes were full of despair and hatred! Then the wolf picked up the little wolf, got into the bushes and disappeared. It limps on one hind leg.
These things just happen in a flash.
For many days, Pamba often wakes up from sleep. He can't forget those hateful eyes.
On this day, the stockade family on the other side of the mountain got married. Pamba's family of three went to have a wedding reception. When he left, Pamba always felt that he had forgotten something. He thought about it, went into the bamboo house and took out the powder gun on his back.
Pamba's hunch is very effective. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a narrow road. Pamba saw the scene of the female wolf that made him feel distressed. Pamba thought, this time, you must not let this guy who hates yourself go. He took out his real kung fu to climb the mountains and followed the mother wolf closely. Mother walked around the circle with Pamba for a long time, but disappeared at the edge of a stone cliff covered with wild vines. Panting, Pamba chased the cliff and looked around anxiously. She accidentally stepped on a mossy stone, slipped and fell on a cliff. The cliff is covered with wild vines, and thick roots and leaves are intertwined to form a huge net. Pamba was lucky to be caught in the net to avoid being torn. He just sprained his ankle, swollen like a steamed bun, and dared not touch the ground. Pamba shouted Naya's name, waiting for her to come to the rescue. Naya followed the voice anxiously behind her son. She put her son on the ground, picked out a sharp stone from the stone pile as a tool, cut off three branches of wild rattan, twisted them together and pulled them hard, tied one end to the trunk on the edge of the cliff, and then threw the rattan off the cliff. During this period, the youngest son was crawling happily and curiously on the ground, and suddenly slipped away. Pamba grabbed the rope and climbed hard. Naya pulled it and dragged it until she reached the top of the cliff. Both of them were exhausted and fell to the ground, unable to move. It took them a long time to remember a terrible thing-their son was gone! They searched the whole forest like crazy, but they couldn't hear their son's voice or see him. A terrible thought was in their hearts, and none of them dared to say it: the child was taken away by the wolf!
Naya was carried home by Pamba. She cried herself into tears and had no strength at all. Pamba is like an enraged bull. He grinds a machete over and over again, bringing enough gunpowder, sulfur powder, Chili powder, and half a bottle of king cobra venom that has been collected for many years. He vowed to find the female wolf and avenge his son!
For three days in a row, the female wolf seemed to evaporate from the mountains and disappeared. Pamba is a little tired and depressed. He came to the place where his son disappeared when he fell off the cliff. The cliffs are jagged, and the large wild vines at the top and bottom of the cliff echo each other, covering more than half of the cliff. Pamba poked at the barrel in disappointment. Suddenly, he felt that there was some space under the leaves of a dense wild vine, so he tried again. He quickly put down his gun and carefully pulled open the leaves. Miracle appeared-a dark hole appeared under the cover of wild vines!
Pamba tried to climb inside, and a thick smell of wolf shame came to his face. He hesitated. If he meets the wolf at this time, he is sure to suffer. He retired. Wolves usually go hunting in the morning and at night. At this time, it should be in the hole. Thought of here, Pamba quickly picked up a large bundle of dry wood nearby and piled it at the mouth of the cave. Sprinkle some sulfur powder and Chili powder on the dry wood and light it. The smoke began to billow. He took off his clothes and fanned the cave hard. At the same time, he also observed around the cliff and saw white smoke coming out of several cracks. He broke some branches and covered them with stones to ensure that the white smoke in the cave would not disperse. After a while, he heard the fierce cough of the wolf that excited him, and the cough became more and more fierce, like an elderly bronchitis patient coughing up his lungs. Pamba quickly brought a large bundle of wet branches and threw them into the fire, and the smoke became more violent. Pamba retreated seven or eight meters, prone on the ground and aimed at the hole with a powder gun, just waiting for the mother wolf to shoot when she couldn't stand rushing out. The fire was burning, and Pamba vaguely heard a child crying. I listened to it again, but nothing happened. He shook his head. His only son must be in the soul of heaven. Please take revenge on him. He focused his attention on the hole again.
But strangely, although the cough became weaker and weaker, the female wolf never rushed out of the hole in despair until the cough stopped completely. The fire is going out, so much smoke, if not choking, will definitely choke. Pamba swept away the ashes from the mouth of the cave and carefully drilled into the hole with a gun. Traces of smoke and fire were clearly visible on the stone wall. Pamba stepped forward carefully and watched warily, not daring to be careless. Suddenly, he was shocked-the mother wolf was lying next to a big stone in front, her head drooping. Pamba pointed a gun at it, put his hand on the trigger and approached it slowly. The mother wolf did not move, and Pamba flicked her head with the barrel, and there was no response at all. Her eyes are round and seem to pop out, but they are gray and dull, and her limbs are limply open, as if hugging something. When Pamba mentioned his hind legs, suddenly, he was shocked-his son in a Chinese-style chest covering was lying on his side under the mother wolf's fine fluffy belly. Little face red, motionless. Pamba picked it up, slapped it twice on * * *, and the little guy cried with a "wow". Pamba held her son tightly to her chest with tears in her eyes!
There is a new grave on the ridge of Daqing Mountain. There stands a tall tombstone in front of the grave. Unlike other tombstones, there is not a word on this tombstone. There is a powder gun with a broken rod on the tombstone. ...
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