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Chapter 85 Picking up the Tiger Stack

As Zhang Junping explained, he swung his knife and quickly chopped down a dead tree as thick as a calf.

Xiaoxia stepped forward and wanted to lift the tree.

Zhang Junping quickly stopped him. This kid is a bit stupid, but he is better than hardworking.

"Just put it here first, then chop a few trees and bring them back together." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Oh!" Xiaoxia scratched her head sheepishly.

After walking for about ten meters, he encountered a dead tree again. Zhang Junping threw the knife to Xiaoxia, "Did you understand just now? Here, practice your skills."

"Yeah!" Xiaoxia took the machete and started chopping.

It feels much better now. I know how to cut the knife diagonally, but my strength is a little weak.

It took a long time to cut down this dead tree, which was less than ten centimeters thick, and I was panting from exhaustion.

"Xiaoxia, your body is not good enough! You need to exercise more!

Later, I will teach you Zama Step, practice it well, and it will benefit you throughout your life."

"Brother Zhang, do you know martial arts?"

"Haha, I said, I know a lot of things, enough for you to learn for a lifetime.

At your age, it's too late to practice martial arts. Just step up and exercise and exercise.

Don't underestimate the horse step. If you practice it well, you can live ten years longer than others.

There is another real benefit that you can only realize when you get married. It’s useless to talk about it now.” Zhang Junping smiled and patted Xiaoxia’s shoulder.

After walking not far, we encountered two dead trees.

There is no need to cut down these two dead trees. They fell to the ground for unknown reasons.

Just remove the excess branches.

Zhang Junping took the machete and was about to go up and chop off the branches.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, there was a howl from ahead.

"Zhang...Zhang...Brother Zhang, old...old...tiger!" Xiaoxia was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.

No need for Xiaoxia to say, Zhang Junping also saw it.

Two fallen dead trees happened to be a small hill, and on the lower slope there was a tiger eating.

This is Zhang Junping's first close-up observation of wild tigers.

The aura of a wild tiger is definitely not comparable to that of a captive tiger.

Just standing still, just staring at the two people, Zhang Junping felt a cold breath coming from his back.

Zhang Junping stared at the tiger, his feet firmly clasped on the ground, and the machete in his hand shook slightly.

This is not because Zhang Junping was too nervous to hold the knife.

It is most taboo to use force when using a knife. Two fingers should be clasped tightly and three fingers should be held empty.

The thumb and index finger clasp the knife handle tightly, and the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger hold the knife handle imaginarily.

Therefore, when the knife in Zhang Junping's hand was shaking, it was not because he could not hold the knife, but because he was ready to attack.

As a latecomer, Zhang Junping is unwilling to hunt tigers, but this does not mean that he will not fight back if he encounters a tiger.

In fact, whether it is a tiger, a wild boar, or a black bear, they are all afraid of people.

Under normal circumstances, these large animals will avoid humans in advance.

Of course, if they are extremely hungry or if humans provoke them, they will also actively attack humans.

At this time, the tiger was eating, and the animals would protect the food. This was considered as Zhang Junping provoking the tiger.

Zhang Junping and Tiger were confronting each other, cursing in his heart.

What kind of bad luck did he have? He met a tiger that was hunting during the day.

Tell me, if you don’t sleep well during the day, why would you come out to hunt for food?

If that doesn't work, you might as well find a tigress and do some breeding exercises.

Zhang Junping stared at the tiger and used his own momentum to fight against the tiger, hoping that the tiger would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

Otherwise, even if you don't want to, you have to be a tiger-fighting hero.

Fortunately, the tiger may have been full, or it may have been subdued by Zhang Junping's momentum.

After staring at Zhang Junping for a few minutes, he yelled at Zhang Junping as if to demonstrate, then turned around and left.

Seeing the tiger go away, Xiaoxia fell to the ground with a pop.

"How is it? Is it exciting?" Zhang Junping looked at Xiaoxia and asked with a smile.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang...aren't you scared?" Xiaoxia asked stammering.

If he hadn't been so frightened that his legs were weak and unable to walk, he would have definitely turned around and ran away.

"Where are you from now! You have forgotten that I am a Tibetan soldier. I have fought and killed people." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Although the tiger's momentum was fierce, it was not enough to scare Zhang Junping.

"After you sit down and rest for a while, stand up and move around quickly, otherwise you will suffer in the evening.

I'll go down and take a look." Zhang Junping reminded him, and then walked over the dead tree to the place where the tiger had just eaten.

Looking at more than half of the sika deer left on the ground, Zhang Junping laughed: "I never thought that one day I would find a tiger stack."

Picking up the tiger stack is also called picking up the tiger money.

It is a unique hunting method in Northeast China.

In the northeast, there are deep mountains, lush forests, plentiful water and grass, and numerous wild animals. There are many people hunting in the mountains, and there are also many wild animals to hunt. Therefore, injured wild beasts fall to death in the woods every day, and there are also many leftover remains of wild beasts.

People who often go into the mountains sometimes encounter these things, and then pick them up, clean them, and stew them in a pot to have a meal of delicacies from the mountains. This is called leftovers.

"picking up leftovers" is also called "picking up stacks".

A stack is originally a place where people pile goods.

The wild beasts in the mountains often hide the remains of wild beasts that cannot be eaten after hunting with weeds, snow or dead branches, and then eat them again when they are hungry.

The place where prey is buried is like a place where people pile up goods.

Therefore, people habitually call uneaten items such as tigers, wolves, foxes, and eagles "tiger stacks", "wolf stacks", "fox stacks", and "eagle stacks"...

In the Northeast, there is a unique hunting method of picking up tiger stacks.

Experienced hunters will go into the mountains after heavy snowfall to track down tigers.

At this time, because the mountains were closed by heavy snow, the tigers could not hunt, so they had to dig out the bear's den.

When a tiger digs out a bear den, it usually crawls into a hole, drags the hibernating bear out of the hole, and then bites it to death.

After killing the bear, the tiger will wolf down the bear's intestines first, and then eat the bear's butt where there is more meat.

After eating these, the tiger is basically full.

Because tigers do not have the habit of burying their prey with dead branches and leaves like leopards and wolves.

The tiger was aloof and arrogant. He walked away without even looking back after eating.

At this time, the hunter hiding in the distance will quickly run over and chop off the four bear paws and the remaining bear meat as quickly as possible.

If you are lucky, you may even find bear bile on the remaining liver.

Once you cut off the bear's paw, you should leave immediately because the smell of blood will attract other beasts.

Because it is not only humans who follow tigers to pick up tiger stacks, but also some other beasts who also like to follow tigers to pick up stacks.

Disaster Zhang Junping This can be regarded as picking up a tiger, although it is only most of the sika deer.

Zhang Junping is a brave man and is not afraid that the tiger will come back to kill him.

He stepped forward and picked up the sika deer, looked at it, and stabbed it again.

Let the blood out.


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