The mute was amazed by Zhao Xiaohu's magical power. He did not forget to pick up the beloved old vine slingshot that the little tiger had thrown away, and followed the little tiger who was carrying the big wild boar. It was not that the mute did not feel sorry for the little tiger, but that the mute wanted to see what the little tiger had.
How much endurance can a little tiger carry to carry a large wild boar weighing several hundred kilograms?
A wild boar weighing hundreds of kilograms weighed on Zhao Xiaohu. The little tiger hunched over and gritted his teeth and walked out of the forest with difficulty. He did not put down the wild boar and breathed his last. He knew that the mute brother Li was testing him to see if he could carry the wild boar.
How far.
After all, the physical strength of a young person is limited. Just when Zhao Xiaohu carried the wild boar and wandered down the mountain for a hundred meters, his feet slipped due to lack of physical strength and he was about to fall, but he felt a sudden light on his shoulders. The little tiger was shocked. He was actually mute.
He lifted the big wild boar from his shoulders with both hands and walked effortlessly as if he were holding a pillow.
"Brother Li, you are so powerful." Zhao Xiaohu admired the mute from the bottom of his heart. He finally saw what it means that there are mountains beyond the mountains, there is a sky beyond the sky, and what it means to be the strongest among the strongest. In Tujia Mountain Village, his slingshot was the best.
It was good, but it was eclipsed by the bow and arrow of the mute Brother Li, so Zhao Xiaohu threw the slingshot away in anger. He longed for the day when he could use the crossbow as bravely as the mute Brother Li.
The mute couldn't speak, and he held the big wild boar he had killed with both hands. He couldn't free his hands to make gestures, so he let the little tiger worship him all the way to the end.
The mute carried the big wild boar to the village chief Zhao Yongli's hut in one breath. Village chief Zhao and several film directors had already grilled the hare meat and prepared sweet potato wine. Together with Liu Jun and Meng Ting, they were waiting for the mute and Zhao Xiaohu to come back.
Have lunch.
Zhao Yongli saw with his own eyes the mute who was covered in blood but carried a big wild boar on such a long mountain road without breathing. He was shocked. Just when he was about to ask a few questions, Zhao Xiaohu came to his grandfather and jumped to the top of the mountain.
In the film, the mute's feat of hunting a giant wild boar was vividly described, which shocked Zhao Yongli and several elderly film directors to think that the mute was a god-like existence.
While Yaba and Zhao Xiaohu were hunting in the mountains, Zhao Yongli had already agreed with several film directors to contract the development rights of the entire barren mountains belonging to Tujiashan Village to Lijun Company for development and management according to Liu Jun's idea. Tujiashan Village Committee
The village collective land use rights will be used to acquire one-third of the shares, and Lijun Company will invest in the development.
Under Liu Jun's instruction, the Tujia Mountain Tourism Development Intention Agreement was drafted by Mengting and signed after friendly negotiation between the two parties. The Tujia Mountain Branch of Lijun Industrial Development Co., Ltd. will be funded by Lijun Company. In the future, Tujia Mountain's tourism development and
All foreign trade will be operated locally by the branch.
Liu Jun never dreamed that a trip to Qingfeng Mountain with Mengting would lead to a good deal without spending much money. Lijun Company has not officially opened yet, and will open a branch in Tujia Mountain. Good people are rewarded, life is good.
It's so magical.
At the village chief Zhao’s house, there was delicious hare meat for noon, some wild vegetables dug from the mountains, oil and rice brought from the city, plus local sweet potato wine brewed by the hospitable villagers. Liu Jun, village chief Zhao Yongli and several
The elderly film director drank happily and became like a family.
In the afternoon, village head Zhao Yongli personally took Liu Jun, Meng Ting and Du Ba around the mountain. They inspected the old reservoirs built during the Cultural Revolution and learned about the existing and emerging reservoirs in the dense forest on the top of the mountain.
Some nationally protected animals.
Because the remote roads in the Tujia mountains are difficult to travel, and the Tujia mountain villages are guarded by tough villagers like Zhao Yongli who have killed Japanese Japs, several outsiders who went back to the Tujia mountains to poach had their hands and feet broken, and no one dared to go to the Tujia mountains again.
Stealing pigs from Jiashan.
In addition to hunting pheasants, hares, wild boars and other common forest animals that can be hunted, the villagers in Tujia Mountain will not attack the nationally protected golden monkeys, South China tigers and other wild animals.
The red-headed document of killing state-protected animals and the country’s good environmental protection policies have been implemented quite well in Tujia Mountain Village where Zhao Yongli is the village chief.
During an afternoon of inspection, Liu Jun, Zhao Yongli, Dumb, and Mengting discussed while walking, and each put forward many good suggestions on how to create a red tourist attraction. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, and they were full of prospects for the future development of Tujia Mountain.
expect.
When the village chief Zhao Yongli accompanied Liu Jun and others to inspect Tujia Mountain all afternoon, he had arranged for several film directors to share the big wild boar shot by Dumb. In the evening, Liu Jun, Dumb and Mengting had a wild boar feast at Village Chief Zhao's house.
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Zhao Xiaohu spent an afternoon making the roasted wild boar meat at home. It tastes pretty good. Along with the leftover plate of wild rabbit meat from lunch, stir-fried a few wild vegetables and served sweet potato wine as usual, it’s also a great meal for people in mountain villages.
It is considered a standard for entertaining distinguished guests.
During the dinner, Zhao Yongli drank a lot, and since the mute did not have to drive, he and Liu Jun also drank sweet potato wine with Village Chief Zhao.
Zhao Xiaohu, a boy from the mountain village, like his grandfather, could also drink, but Meng Ting stopped him from drinking more, saying that it was not good for children to drink too much.
The remaining meat bones from dinner were thrown to the big yellow dog Huahua who was waiting aside. Unknowingly, the jar of wine was finished. When another jar of sweet potato wine was served, Zhao Yongli talked more and looked back on the past.
Thinking back on the tragic battles of the Japanese army, and the heroic feats of the young and energetic young people, they couldn't help but sigh. Liu Jun and Meng Ting also sighed.
After talking about fighting the Japanese, Village Chief Zhao, whose face was glowing, filled the bowls of Liu Jun and Dumb with wine, and suddenly stood up. Liu Jun and Dumb didn't understand what Village Chief Zhao meant, and they stood there holding the wine bowls in panic.
Got up.
Zhao Yongli held a wooden bowl filled with sweet potato wine in both hands and looked at the Oriental Red Statue in the middle of the thatched cottage. His voice was trembling and there were tears in his eyes. He said emotionally: "Ajun, in my life, I will kill everyone."
I fought with the Japanese, led the villagers to dig reservoirs, and worked in proletarian culture. During the Great Revolution, apart from living in poverty and asking God, I did not do anything wrong. It can be regarded as having a clear conscience. I am worthy of my ancestors and the Communist Party. It’s just that
It has always been a pity that the villagers elected me as the village chief, but I did not lead the villagers on the bright road to prosperity and prosperity, and missed many opportunities for development. Now that you are here, the villagers have hope again, and I will risk my old age.
Bones, we must develop the villagers’ tourism industry.”
Liu Jun held the wine bowl and was deeply moved. Village Chief Zhao was dedicated to serving the people. In view of Village Chief Zhao's selfless mind, he would try his best to change the poverty in Tujia Mountain Village and said: "Old man, don't worry.
I won’t say much more about the village’s tourism business. We will arrange for people to follow up after we return to the city.”
Zhao Yongli nodded and said: "I can rest assured about this. With Ajun, Ali, and Tingting showing your love, I believe that in the near future, Tujia Mountain Village will have a new look."
Liu Jun held the wine bowl, full of pride: "Old man, I believe that a good life can be created with our hard-working hands."
"Ah Jun, Ah Li, after finishing this bowl of wine, I have something to ask of you." Zhao Yongli touched the wine bowl towards Liu Jun and drank it all in one gulp, looking very solemn.
Not knowing what Village Chief Zhao would ask for, Liu Jun and Mute quickly drank the wine in their bowls and said seriously: "Old man, please tell me something."