Huang Chenglong picked up a few stalks of grass from the ground and twisted them into a strong straw rope. He tied the feet of the two yellow feathered chickens and casually found a small stick on the ground. He had Liu Songzhao put the two chickens on one end and picked them up, looking very much like the Japanese who stole chickens in the movies.
Seeing the small stick on Liu Songzhao's shoulder, Chen Weizheng felt that he could not bear the weight of the prey. So he took out a jumping knife, pressed a button, and the blade popped out. Holding this small knife, Chen Weizheng cut off a piece of wood, trimmed the branches a few times, and handed the wood to Xiao Song in place of the small stick.
Liu Songzhao said: "Cousin, let me see your knife."
Chen Weizheng handed the jumping knife to Liu Songzhao. Liu Songzhao turned the blade back, bounced it back, bounced it back, bounced it back, bounced it back, and bounced it back again, playing with it very happily. Huang Chenglong glanced at it from the side. He said: "This is an old knife!"
"Yes, it should be left behind by my father. I carefully checked the inheritance left to me by the previous two generations. There are two things in total, my grandfather's oil lamp and my father's jumping knife."
"It should be. This is a very popular knife in the Vietnam front line in the early 1980s. It can be used to stab, cut, cut, saw, and retract." Huang Chenglong was very professional.
When he heard that this was the only souvenir left to him by his father, Liu Songzhao gave up the idea of asking Chen Weizheng for the jumping knife. He returned the knife to Chen Weizheng and said: "I'll also go find a good knife."
"No." Chen Weizheng said.
"Why not?" Liu Songzhao felt that his cousin should support him in finding a good knife, because he had a knife himself.
"Because you haven't reached the age to play with knives." Chen Weizheng said.
"Is there a difference in age when it comes to playing with swords?" This was the first time Liu Songzhao had heard of such a theory.
"For example, if someone bullied you for no reason and bullied you badly, what would you do if you had a jumping knife in your hand?" Chen Weizheng said.
"I killed him," Liu Songzhao said with certainty.
"If someone bullies you for no reason and you don't have a knife in your hand, what will you do?" Chen Weizheng said again.
"I'll run." After hesitating for a moment, Chen Songzhao said. He had never thought of such a thing. He had always been the one bullying others, and no one had ever bullied him.
"What if you can't outrun him?" Chen Weizheng asked again.
"Then we can only be beaten." Liu Songzhao was a little depressed.
"Let's analyze the two outcomes. First, you'll be beaten up. The worst case scenario is that you'll be injured. After some time, you'll be able to use many ways to take revenge on the person who beat you. For example, you can ask me to hit him with a stone from afar, "Chen Weizheng said.
Liu Songzhao thought of Chen Weizheng's magical flying stone technique, smiled, and nodded.
Chen Weizheng continued to compare and said, "But if you kill him with a knife, what will you do?"
"Jail."
"Jail is certain. After ten or twenty years, you'll be finished for life." Chen Weizheng said, "Do you think it's better to have a knife or not?"
"It's better not to have a knife." This was a matter of one minus one equals zero. It was not difficult for Liu Songzhao to determine. He was still puzzled: "Then why do you have a knife?"
"All men like two things. One represents speed, and the other represents strength. People in ancient times liked knives, spears, swords, halberds, and horses. People nowadays like guns and cars. The life I yearn for the most is the life of an American cowboy in the movies. It's free and unrestrained, with a strong horse and a revolver. It doesn't matter if I have a cowboy hat and a leather jacket or not. My favorite image is General Patton in the movies. He has an off-road vehicle and a carbine. Whether he has a cigarette or not depends on the situation. It's difficult to carry a gun now, so I'll bring a knife, even if it's a fruit knife. That's what men need. "
"But if a man has a knife, he must be able to control his knife. No matter what the situation is, I won't use a knife to hurt people. I can endure it. When you're old enough to endure it, I'll get you a good knife. " After pausing for a moment, Chen Weizheng continued, "In this regard, Xiao Zhu is very clear. She loves that laptop very much, but she knows that she can't have that laptop now. She also knows that as long as she grows up smoothly, she will be able to get that laptop smoothly. Can you understand? "
"I can understand. I'll let myself grow up smoothly, and then I'll have my own knife."
Huang Chenglong didn't participate in their conversation. Instead, he used this time to carefully observe. After repeated confirmations, he found a vole hole in the middle of the field near the mountain. He found two vole holes, placed two torpedo cannons, and ignited them. "Boom!" Two voles that weighed more than a kilogram were blasted out of the holes in the field. They ran around in the bare field. They had a fat body and short limbs. When they ran, their butts arched up and down. It was very cute. Chen Weizheng threw two stones, and the voles fell to the ground.
Liu Songzhao didn't dare to catch the voles. Huang Chenglong walked over and picked up the prey. He used a straw rope to tie the two voles and put them on Liu Songzhao's mixed wooden stick. The stick was swaying under the weight.
There were many voles in the mountain village. When winter came, they would spend the winter in their holes. Catching voles had become a hobby of the children in the village. The general method was to find a hole, put some firewood, light it up, and fan the smoke into the hole. When the smoke came out from another hole, they knew that it was another exit for the vole. They would put a bag over the other exit and wait for the vole to enter the bag before closing it.
Chen Weizheng was the only one who could catch voles like this.
"Has Xiao Song ever hunted before?" Chen Weizheng asked knowingly.
"No."
"Then what do you usually play? When we were young, we would go up the mountain to catch birds and fish in the river. "
"I play video games."
"Who do you usually play with?" Chen Weizheng asked.
"Brother Zhengping."
"Is he your classmate?"
"No, he is the son of Uncle Zhang from the third building. He is now studying at Gu Yi City College. He opened a video game room on Ninghe Road." Liu Songzhao's tone was obviously a little envious and jealous.
"He is the only son of Deputy Secretary Zhang of the Municipal Party Committee. He is nineteen years old this year and his grades are terrible. Last year during the college entrance exam, he used money to get in, but no school accepted him. In the end, only Gu Yi City College accepted him. "Huang Chenglong said from the side.
"Haha! Then he is probably the worst student among the four leaders' children in the city! "Chen Weizheng said with a smile.
"That is completely possible." Huang Chenglong knew that because Liu Songzhao hung out with Zhang Zhengping every day, he didn't know how many brain cells Liu Dehou had worn out. He didn't want his son to interact with Zhang Zhengping, but he couldn't say it out loud. If word got out, Deputy Secretary Zhang would definitely be unhappy. Huang Chenglong was very smart. He knew that he couldn't say too many bad things about Zhang Zhengping in front of Liu Songzhao. If he said too much, it would make Liu Songzhao feel disgusted. He continued, "Secretary Zhang's son has a chubby face. He looks quite festive."
"Not bad. A nineteen year old university student who can work part-time and set up his own video game room." Chen Weizheng also praised him.
Liu Songzhao was not satisfied and said, "Work part-time my ass! A boss flattered his father and gave him a brand new video game room. He even sent someone to help him manage it. There are people to do the work, and the money is his. "
"Then he must be very good at video games." Chen Weizheng guessed.
"On the contrary, he is super bad! He loses every battle, but he keeps on fighting. Every time we go, he will challenge us and we can win his money every time. To put it nicely, he is a human ATM machine, but to put it bluntly, he is a fool. When you are broke, you can go to his place and you will have everything. "Liu Songzhao's tone was full of contempt.
"Hahahaha, he is really a fool!" Chen Weizheng laughed.
After a while, Chen Weizheng said, "Xiao Song, do you lack money?"
"No."
"Then why do you go to Zhang Zhengping's place to win money every day?"
"Sometimes I go out to eat with my classmates. If I eat too much, I don't have enough money." Liu Songzhao scratched his head.
"Then why don't you ask your mom for money?"
"Sorry, mom gives me the same amount of money as she gives me. If Xiao Zhu doesn't ask for more, I am embarrassed to ask for more." Very simple, very naive, and very muddle-headed.
"That is different. Girls spend less money than boys. Auntie, what you are doing is wrong." Chen Weizheng was very fair.
It was the first time Liu Songzhao heard such a theory. He raised his head and looked at Chen Weizheng excitedly.
"If it is just to win money, I don't think you need to interact with that Zhang Zhengping." Chen Weizheng said this sentence very coldly.
"Why?" Liu Songzhao did not have much resistance to Chen Weizheng's opinion.
"That is a fool! Usually, no one plays with him, so he pretends to lose money to lure you to play with him. "It was a new view.
"You think you have gained a big advantage, but in fact, you have lost a lot. Do you know where you lost?"
"Where?" Liu Songzhao was attracted by his cousin's new theories one after another.
"You have gained a small amount of money, but you have no time. You have lost the time that you should have used to study."
Liu Songzhao did not speak.
"Xiao Song, if I give you enough money, can you not PK with that guy and obediently return to class and improve your grades?" Chen Weizheng asked.
"No!" Liu Songzhao's answer disappointed the two people beside him. He continued, "I don't want cousin to give me money. I want you to teach me how to throw stones. I promise that I will be admitted to Gu Yi City High School for the middle school entrance exam."
Hearing this, Chen Weizheng and Huang Chenglong were stunned. They looked at each other. If there was a little doubt in Chen Weizheng's eyes, then there was some admiration in Huang Chenglong's eyes. He had unexpectedly gained such an unexpected reward from hunting! Huang Chenglong knew that although Liu Songzhao was not very reliable most of the time, as long as he promised to do something, he would definitely succeed. Since he had solemnly guaranteed to be admitted to Gu Yi City High School, he would definitely not go back on his words. Gu Yi City High School was the best high school in Gu Yi City. Every year, the admission rate for the college entrance exam was 100%. Some people said that once you entered Gu Yi City High School, you could choose any university you wanted. This was a high school with no back door. No matter how much money you were willing to spend, as long as your grades were not good enough, you would definitely not be able to enter the school.
"Okay, you can come live with me during the winter break. You can stay here until school starts. You can go back and learn how to throw stones from me."
"It's a promise! I will go back tomorrow and start studying. I will try to get a relatively good grade for the middle school entrance exam so that my mother will agree to let me come here. With Xiao Zhu's level, I really don't want to compare myself to her. "Liu Songzhao did not know if he was confident or bragging. Xiao Zhu was the top student in the entire grade.
"Okay, if you get good grades, I will take you hunting next time. I will throw firecrackers, and you will throw stones." Chen Weizheng promised.
For a moment, the three of them had satisfied smiles on their faces.
"Do you still want to hunt?" Huang Chenglong asked.
"No, it's fine as long as there is enough to eat. It's a waste to hunt too much. It's better to let nature continue to help us raise them." Chen Weizheng looked at the two yellow chickens and two field mice. He took the mixed wood stick from Liu Songzhao's shoulder and picked it up himself.
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