The Past of Deserted Village: Volume 1

By Zhenyinfang

Wasteland

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Mar 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648573187

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 - TRIGONUM BOVIS

CHAPTER 2 - LARGE PEAR

CHAPTER 3 - THE FOX'S REVENGE

CHAPTER 4 - WILD DOG GHOST

CHAPTER 5 - GRAVEYARD SHOCK

CHAPTER 6 - C6

CHAPTER 7 - C7

CHAPTER 8 - C8

CHAPTER 9 - C9

CHAPTER 10 - C10

CHAPTER 11 - C11

CHAPTER 12 - C12

CHAPTER 13 - C13

CHAPTER 1 - TRIGONUM BOVIS

In late spring, a gray, windless, drizzly evening was warm, a good day for the birds.

He was leaning against a poplar tree with a shotgun in his hand. Surrounding them were some small elms and golden pheasants covered with yellow flowers. As the sun was about to set, he took out the white jade cigarette holder, the small pouch of ebony sticks, and filled it with a pack of cigarettes, squinting and enjoying the dry smoke. Two puffs of white smoke came from his nostrils, and his head was suddenly filled with smoke. Through the smoke, he could see a thrush singing softly on an elm not far away; a yellow pouch perched on the top of a poplar tree, its yellow belly bright against the gray sky. Niu Jia let out a sigh, silently mumbling to himself, all the birds that should have come have arrived. Through years of observation, he discovered that every spring, the first birds to come were not bright, and only when the leaves of the trees had grown and the wildflowers were open would the beautiful birds like the yellow bellies come. It turned out that before the leaves came out, those brightly feathered birds would easily be exposed to the eyes of those fierce birds, their natural enemies. The birds were truly very clever!

As the sun set, the birds stopped singing. At last, too, the thrush and the yellow-bellied sack fell silent.

As he walked, he listened carefully to the sound of a series of rapid birdcalls that he recognized as long-legged grass snipe. From time to time, the sound of a frog could be heard from the bushes by the river. It was the cry of a toad, and the sound of a frog could be heard for a long time. Another burst of bird cries came from the sky. Two grass snipes were flying over the trees, flapping their wings rapidly in the air and flying forward, one following the other in an orderly fashion. The one in front should be female, and the one behind should be male. The one behind shouted urgently: Wait — wait — me! The one at the front answered impatiently, It's . As they flew over the trees, there was a gunshot, and the grass snipe behind them fell to the ground. It spun in the air and fell, spinning, slowly falling into the golden pheasants.

If the wounded long-legged snipe escaped, or dived into the bush, it would be difficult to find them. Look! A long-legged, dark, feathered snipe hung from a bush of golden pheasants. Its long beak was open and closed, and every time it opened and closed, a gush of blood flowed from its mouth. It appeared to be quite wounded, and it was also internally wounded.

Another grass snipe flew up from the grass by the river, screaming in the air that the shotgun could not reach that far. Niu Jia Lai sneaked behind a poplar tree and listened with rapt attention. Silence reigned in the forest. After a while, another grass snipe flew up into the air, screaming in shock. However, it was still quite a distance away … How could he attract it? He took off his soft cloth hat and threw it into the air. The grass snipe had good night vision, too. It was a male grass snipe, and it was searching for a female in the dim night, just in time to see a dark mass rise and fall. It thought, Maybe it's a female grass snipe? The male grass snipe immediately appeared in front of the female grass snipe's complicated gaze, seductive willowy figure. Thus, it made a turn and flew straight towards the place where the trident was tied up. A gunshot rang out, and the male grass snipe somersaulted. It stopped in midair for a moment before falling head first onto the grass in the forest.

In the depths of the dark forest, there was the shrill cry of an owl, as well as some unknown birds. They were awakened from their sleep and began to cry out in panic. Niu Jia carried two grass snipe on his back and a hunting rifle on his back. While the sky was still dark, the road was still slightly bright. He then started to walk home.

The next morning the ox-fork got up early, and he chopped the snipe meat, and fished out two salted cucumbers from the pickle jar, and chopped them too. He first fried the grass snipe meat with soy oil, then put in the chopped cucumber pickles, stir-fry a few times, and just like that, a large plate of grass snipe meat fried the cucumber pickles were ready. He placed it on the table, burned a small pot of pure grain and small liquor, and then began to drink by himself. After two cups of liquor, his face turned red and sweat began to seep out from his bald head. When he was young, he wasn't bald, but had thick black hair. At that time, there were more than two hundred families in the village. There were a thousand people in the village, and most of them grew crops for a living. At that time, the villagers were using farming as their way of livelihood and disdainfully hunting and fishing. In the minds of the villagers, hunting was after all a life killing act, and killing too much life was never a good thing. In addition, there was also a proverb — fish to touch the prawns, to delay the crops. This means that hunting and fishing is also a hindrance to agricultural production. The ox-fork belt saw that other people made a lot of money hunting, so it prepared some hunting tools and became a hunter. One winter, when he was out hunting in the grass, he was thrilled to see a fox with a body like a fire beside a pile of willows. At that time, the Fire Fox was digging a mouse hole at the bottom of the willow branch. He wanted to shoot it, but he was worried that it would hurt his skin and he wouldn't be able to sell it for a good price. His own iron trap was not far from here, so with a plan, he drove the red fox into the woods ahead of him. He lined up his three large traps, and even if the wolves were caught, they would not be able to escape. The Fire Fox seemed to have seen through his thoughts. Although he was running in the direction of the forest, he didn't take the road. Instead, he ran into the cemetery on the south side of the forest and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He followed the fox's trail to the cemetery, where a light morning snow covered the ground with a thin layer of snow. In the snow there was a clear and neat trail of fox footprints. The experienced hunter needs to have accurate judgment, first must have very unique vision. Take fox hunting for example. A good hunter only needed to look at the footprints left behind by a fox to know what was going on. The pitchfork calmly walked over to the footprint and squatted down to examine it for a moment. Then he bent a finger and stuck it into the hole left by the fox. The fox's footprints appeared one moment in the bushes and the next at the edge of the grove. They circled the grove once before disappearing into the distance through the grass at the other end. Strangely, the fox did not go down the path where he had set the iron trap. The winter day was so short that it took two hours for the ox-fork to examine the footprints. He made up his mind to catch the fox. He could tell from the strong figure and footprints in the snow that the fox was a male fox, so he had his own fox hunting strategy.

CHAPTER 2 - LARGE PEAR

Niu Jia brought Lai Lai back to the village. He wanted to find someone to get something for him.

The person he was looking for was called Bai Li.

Bai Li was quite tall and pretty white. Whatever it was that she wore was tight and taut, while her breasts and thighs were especially round. As for her buttocks, they were even larger and rounder than the old pot lid that was left on his head as a chicken coop. Because she was big and white, people called her Big White Pear.

The one closest to the big white pear was the station master of the township's water conservancy station, Baldy Cui. Baldy Cui often went to the countryside to squat. The fish rafters were places he had to go, so he had plenty of opportunities to boast to the bachelors about his little affair with the White Pears.

Let's not talk about anything else. I've already fallen in love with the big white pear. It was so tender, like new water tofu. It was shaking like it was slapping on her butt the night before and was still shaking the next morning!

The meat of the big white pear was like tender tofu, and the sticks were three feet long.

Within a radius of a few dozen miles around the village, there were reeds ponds, blisters, and small streams that crisscrossed each other. There were beams, houses, ground shacks, fishing sticks, and errands. They were out all year round, and had not seen women many times a year. It was unknown just how many times they had heard the story of the big white pear, but they still wanted to hear it and never got tired of it. These light sticks were all gathered together. As long as someone brought up the topic, or even if Baldy Cui was present, these people could not help but want to listen to them.

Old Cui, continue. Tell me more about it.

As soon as he told her in detail, Baldy Cui immediately became beaming with joy.

He lit a big front door cigarette, smoked and crossed his legs, and someone made him a bowl of black tea that was strong as soy sauce. He picked up the bowl, took a sip, flicked the ash off with his forefinger, and began to narrate.

There are countless first times in a person's life. The first time for me and the big white pear happened in winter. That morning, I caught a big rabbit, weighing at least five or six kilograms. As soon as the sky turned dark, I carried the rabbit to the big white pear …

The second time, I brought a box of Silver Elephant cigarettes. This kind of cigarettes, if you smoke it, the fragrance would be extremely fragrant. I know that the big white pear has this kind of taste. "You have to understand what she's thinking. This is what Sun Zibing said through