Author: Jiucheng Li Xiansen

When it snowed, there was a gentle breeze. After the snow stopped, the ground turned white. Wu Weiguo finished his breakfast and started sweeping the snow.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and watched with squinting eyes as the calf fed the marten, the dog, and the horse, and then hitched up the cart and loaded the things.

Wu Weiguo looked up at the sky to absorb the "essence of the sun and moon". He took a big mouthful of cold air into his stomach and began to hold it in.

Can’t we go into the mountains tomorrow? Can’t we go into the mountains after clearing the snow? If we don’t clean up the pig pens or the horse pens, we’ll want to run away as soon as we have to work!

Seeing that he couldn't hold back his breath and was about to break through, Wu Hao got on the carriage and muttered: "Oh! A flying dragon costs dozens, and a thousand kilograms of venison costs five or six hundred."

"It's cold in the mountains, and the journey is still long, and it's miserable! Who can change it with me? If he goes hunting, I will sweep away the snow in the whole village and clean up the roofs for him!"

"Hoo~" Wu Weiguo's breakthrough was interrupted, and he let out a long breath of "dissipating his power". After exhaling a white breath, he turned around and continued to clear the snow.

"Haha~" Wu Hao sneered with an expression that he wanted to be beaten, and drove the cart and the mink and the dog through the street and headed straight to the pasture.

"Cough~" Wu Weiguo coughed angrily, and his face turned red as he beat his stuffy chest. He took several deep breaths and began to "exercise energy" to heal his injuries. He looked at his retreating figure with a very unkind look in his eyes!

Wu Hao drove the car close to the edge of the woods on the south side of the pasture and headed west, letting the black wind move freely until it got dark.

He sat cross-legged on the carriage and took out his slingshot to practice. When his grandfather was young, he also cut off old tires when he was in the army.

I will keep it at home and make a slingshot for my son. When he grows up and wants to play with a slingshot, he and the old man will go north to cut the old tires that the old man picked off.

His marksmanship is pretty good, and he can do just fine with a slingshot. He has a 90% hit rate from about ten meters away, and whatever happens from fifteen meters away.

There were so many people entering the mountain before that the prey in the south were scared away. Now it is difficult to find prey there. No one comes to the forest next to the grassland on the north side of Badger Ridge.

He will go southwest from the pasture tomorrow, look for flying dragons on the way, and then catch badgers. It will be up to chance whether he encounters a deer.

In fact, you can continue walking west for a day and then enter the forest. There are many prey there, but there are also many wolves.

He can't do it, he needs to wait until he gets the dog from Lao Maozi.

After dark, we set up camp to eat and sleep. In the morning we got up and drove into the woods and walked a few miles to start looking for the flying dragon.

It snowed two fingers thick last night, and the ground was full of footprints of small animals. There were no footprints of large beasts. In fact, the habits of flying dragons are similar to those of pheasants.

They don't like open pastures and will dive into the snow to spend the cold night like pheasants.

Usually after burrowing under the snow, it pokes a small opening in the snow surface to breathe air, and its tail feathers block the entrance. When it leaves after spending the night, it will excrete 1/4 of its body weight in feces in the snow nest.

They especially like to eat pine nuts, hazelnuts, acorns, buds, tips, inflorescences of willow and birch trees, as well as the fruits and seeds of various vines and herbs, as well as ant eggs and insects.

In fact, you can catch the flying dragon with your hands at night, but you must first determine where the target is. Wu Hao thought it was cold at night, so he used a slingshot to hit it when he found it during the day.

After wandering around in the mountains for more than an hour, he kept listening carefully to various sounds around him, and finally heard a "chirp" coming from deep in the pine forest.

Wu Hao had a joyful look on his face, and his cry was very much like a flying dragon. They usually move in groups of three or five, and are just like pheasants.

Most of the time it likes to wander on the ground in search of food, and spends more time on branches in winter.

Tie Heifeng to a tree on the side of the mountain and let the dogs and martens stay here. If they enter the forest and make too much noise, they will easily scare away the flying dragon. Then they will be tired from chasing.

The flower-tailed hazel pheasant is named Feilong. In fact, this name is quite embarrassing. It is as useless as a pheasant and can only fly one or two hundred meters away.

Wu Hao went to find it alone, following the sound and approaching quietly. When the sound became clear, he took out the slingshot and clay bombs from his backpack.

He put the mud bombs into his bag and got ready. He also grabbed three mud bombs in his hand, and then he carefully observed his surroundings.

When he reached the forest where the flying dragon's cry came from, there were many birches here, which were not as secluded as the pine forest. He walked more and more cautiously.

When I got closer, I hid behind a tree and observed. There was really a flying dragon in front of me.

Two were foraging for food on the ground, and two were squatting on the branches of birch branches. Although the flying dragons also moved in small groups, they moved relatively dispersedly and used calls to communicate with each other.

Four flying dragons, two by two, gathered together. Wu Hao was secretly happy. He moved slowly and used the cover of snow packs to choose a suitable shooting position.

Pheasants are stupid, while flying dragons are smarter than pheasants. If they have never been beaten by others, their intelligence is limited.

There are mountain rats moving in the snow and snow falling from the trees. Feilong is used to hearing these sounds and will not run away when there is a slight noise.

Especially in winter, they are very lazy after eating, and sometimes they don’t take off until people are close to the tree.

A characteristic of the flying dragon when it takes off from the ground is that it will run on the ground for a while before taking off, and then fly three to five meters and land on a branch instead of running away in a hurry.

At this time, you can use the slingshot to hit it a second time or even a third time. The flying dragon on the tree is more interesting. It takes off and lands a few meters away, then sprints and takes off again.

If it falls into a snowdrift, it will suffer, just like a drowned chicken. It has to flap its wings first, and it is hard to say whether it can fly.

When Wu Hao approached, he was about thirteen meters away and stopped to hold his breath and concentrate. It would be easy to scare them away if he went any further.

I squatted down and took aim. The two ones on the tree were more than 200 meters away.

As long as you hit the two heads on the ground and prevent them from screaming, the two flying dragons should not escape.

In order to prevent the farther one from running out of shooting range, he chose to attack the further one first.

"Crack!"

The tightened rubber band rebounded, and the mud projectile shot into the distance. He raised his head to observe the flying dragon all around him.

Even though the distance was only thirteen meters, Wu Hao was absolutely sure that he could hit it. He rubbed his thumb on the palm of his hand, took out a clay bullet, pinched it and put it into the bullet bag. He turned around and quickly tightened the bow skin.

The first one hit the head squarely, turned its body somersaults, flapped its wings a few times and then stopped moving. The second one was frightened by the sudden crisp sound and raised its head.

Then it flapped its wings and took off. The snow was undulating. It didn't see the dead flying dragon. It was only disturbed by the soft noise and wanted to fly up to the branch to see what was going on.

Before it could land, Wu Hao held the bullet bag and released the tightened rubber band, and the second mud bomb was already flying out.

The distance was less than twelve meters when the mud bomb hit the flying dragon again. It flipped in the air and fell to the snow, flapping its wings.

The flying dragon didn't make a cry. Wu Hao's face looked joyful. He went over and took out the knife to bleed it. He picked it up to check where the mud bomb hit, and it hit the lowest part of the flying dragon's neck.

The base of its neck was broken in half, so it definitely couldn't scream. There were branches blocking the view, so he couldn't see if the flying dragon in the distance was escaping.

I picked up the one I hit first and put it in my bag together. Then I quietly walked over and took a look. I saw the two flying dragons squatting on the tree with their necks curled up, as if they were asleep.

He got closer again and raised his slingshot to shoot. The mud bullet was blocked by a branch and hit the flying dragon's wing. The flying dragon fluttered and fell down, and the other one hurriedly took off.

Perhaps due to panic, it flew lower and lower after flying more than ten meters. Wu Hao ignored it. The flying dragon fell to the ground with injured wings, struggled to get up, screamed "chirp" and ran away.

He followed behind and gave chase. The flying dragon's wings were injured and it wandered off. It ran diagonally towards the thick snow. It struggled to lift its legs and couldn't run fast.

While chasing, I put in mud bombs. When I got close, I pulled the rubber band and stopped to take aim. The second mud bomb shot out and hit the flying dragon on the back.

The flying dragon turned somersaults in the snow and couldn't stand up. He ran over, grabbed the flying dragon, bled it, and then carried it to chase the one that flew away.

The last flying dragon landed and took off again. This time it flew more than a hundred meters and hid in the bushes.

Wu Hao only knew the general direction. He made a lot of noise when he ran through the bushes, and the flying dragon was so frightened that it ran away.

When he heard the sound, he turned around and chased after it. Like a pheasant, the flying dragon had limited physical strength, so it flew more than a hundred meters away.

This time he just ran when he landed. Wu Hao had good physical strength and could tire the flying dragon to death in the snow. The flying dragon could no longer fly.

He also became fierce and chased it. The flying dragon took off for the third time and landed on the ground. It could no longer run fast, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

A flying dragon has a characteristic similar to that of a chicken when running, that is, it holds its head high and rarely moves around. As long as it runs in a straight line, it is easy to aim.

Six mud bombs were fired but none of them hit. Wu Hao was also tired and didn't want to chase anymore. As a result, the flying dragon in front ran into the bushes and burrowed into the snowdrift.

It can't run anymore. Isn't this a waste of money?

Wu Hao quickly ran over, grabbed its tail, took it out and bled it. He would never get tired of drinking Feilong soup for the rest of his life. In later generations, a pound of Feilong meat could be sold for three to four hundred yuan.

When the flying dragon's breeding season comes, you will find a nest of seven or eight eggs, which can expand the group after hatching.

If you want to breed birds on a large scale, you need to wrap up the mountain and cover the forest with nets. There are many kinds of birds in the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Especially in the wetland to the west, where birds can collect eggs when they migrate to breed, it is too far from the villages and few people have gone there in recent years.

Breeding birds is a long-term goal. Wu Hao shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and carried the flying dragon back to find the carriage.

As I got closer, I saw a marten lying on the carriage and several dogs running wildly in the forest. When they saw their owner coming back, they circled around him.

Wu Hao stretched out his hand and patted each dog on the head, then lit a fire to keep warm. There should be no flying dragons nearby.

He didn't want to look for it anymore. A badger was worth more than a flying dragon. The main purpose of hunting a flying dragon was not to sell it for money.

The greedy cat at home wants to eat. If you give her some Feilong soup, she won't miss Han Caizi's donkey too much, right?

This place is quite far from Badger Ridge. Wu Hao put the flying dragon in the car, took out the meat he brought at home, heated it by the fire and fed it to the dogs and martens.

After eating and drinking enough, he drove to the southwest. There were many fresh animal footprints on the snow. He let the dog lead the way.

This time when he went into the mountains, he was not in a hurry to hunt like last time. If he encountered the traces left by a herd of deer passing by, he would definitely drive his car to follow them.

Less than ten miles ahead, there was a hill on the left front, and "a motorcycle" ran out of the woods on the east side of the hill.

It ran in an arc from the south side of the hill to the north, got into the woods on the north side, and then rushed out. As soon as it reached the mountain road, it was startled by a row of figures not far ahead.

It hurriedly used its butt to "brake" and turned forward three times. After it stopped, it opened its mouth and said "Come", let out a scream, turned around, kicked off its hind legs and "accelerated" to run back.
Chapter completed!