About the rough segmentation of fox hunting. Shen wrote it. Thank you.

That afternoon, he just came home from school and sat on the stone bench in the yard doing his homework. Dad is mending the fishing net on the balcony of the bamboo building, and grandma is cooking. The yard was quiet and he was the only one. He was fascinated by an interesting math, burying his head in calculus. He was completely unprepared. No sooner had he drifted off than he heard the sound of chickens flapping their wings desperately behind him. He inadvertently turned to look, and a fox with a red eyebrow and a white eyebrow was biting the neck of his camellia chicken and retreating towards the hole in the wall. Camellia chicken struggled in vain. He didn't know how the fox succeeded in the sneak attack, and he couldn't figure out how the fox had the courage to steal chickens in broad daylight under people's noses. Maybe it ate the leopard's guts, but it's impossible. Only the fox made snacks for the leopard. Maybe I was too hungry to take risks. Maybe it didn't smell the hunter's blood from his Ge Liangwen, only smelled a faint bookish spirit, so it was so bold.

He was stunned. It is not accurate to say that he was shocked. He didn't respond to what happened. Although his eyes were on the red fox who stole chickens, his mind was still immersed in a wonderful mathematical kingdom: there was a nest of chickens, which were distributed to five people on average, one more, four people on average, two less, three people on average and one less. How many chickens are there in this nest? He racked his brains and couldn't come up with the right answer. There always seems to be another one. If a fox steals one, isn't that the answer? He was confused by interesting mathematics, and he couldn't tell whether the fox stealing chickens in front of him was illusory or real. He didn't take the rescue action that a man would inevitably take on such an occasion: he picked up a stick and took the unlucky camellia chicken back from the greedy fox's mouth; He just sat there, watching the red fox dragging the Camellia chicken swaggering past him, and his red tail even grazed his ass.

What he regrets most is that he shouldn't have screamed like that. He wondered if he really screamed, because he didn't hear his own voice at all. But it seems to be really screaming, because not only ABBA heard it, but also AMA heard it, even the two neighbors across the bamboo fence heard it. He didn't know why he screamed, maybe it was a surprise; Perhaps it is an admiration; Perhaps it is a rude awakening; It may be a momentary panic, but it can't be fear. Although he is a student, he is a child who grew up in the mountains after all. The hunter's resolute and brave blood runs through his veins. Will he be afraid of a little fox?

Unfortunately, no one sees it that way.

Abba heard the noise, threw down the fishing net, grabbed the shotgun and ran out, but when he caught a glimpse of the fox coming out of the hole in the wall, his nervous and excited expression became depressed. He frowned deeply and said coldly:

"I thought the bear slapped your nose off."

Grandma also dropped the spoon in her hand and ran down from the bamboo house in three steps. Her arm around his shoulder, warbling asked:

"Son, scare you? Don't be afraid, there is a grandmother. "

Several neighbors lay on the fence, watching curiously.

Dad's face became more gloomy: "I didn't expect a hunter who dared to kill a wild leopard elephant, but his son was afraid of foxes." Even the wild animals in the forest know that they will laugh their teeth off! "

Grandma angrily yelled at Dad: "The child is frightened. You are an old man, and you have to be fierce to him." Is your heart carved of stone? "

Dad also said with a tiger face, "You are used to it."

"Liang Wencai 14 years old, still a child."

"I 14 years old, always carrying a shotgun into Montenegro. I was shorter than him at that time! Empty a good skin. "

Ge Wenliang's face was burning, and tears of injustice ran down his nose.

"Oh, read the book in 78, also learned to cry like a girl. Does the school want to cultivate a gender-neutral thing? " Dad said.

A burst of laughter broke out outside the fence.

He is an only child, and Dad has always loved him. In his memory, ABBA has never taunted and humiliated him like today. He broke dad's heart. Dad is a hunter. He values fame more than life. As a son, he was frightened by a fox, which undoubtedly ruined his family style and defiled ABBA's reputation.

Sure enough, Ge Dongshan's son let a fox catch the chicken from under his nose and shouted for help in fear, which became a scandal and a joke. The wind is spreading in Manyan village. He went to fetch water from the well and grazed cattle in the pasture. He could feel the sarcastic and contemptuous eyes cast on him.

The Hani people admire courage and strength. The biggest annual worship activity in the stockade is the worship of hunting gods. In Hani society, cowardice is almost as despised as a thief.

He must kill this damn red fox. This is not only for his own reputation, but also for his beloved school. He will use his own actions to prove to ABBA that school is not a place to do things regardless of gender; The teachers in the school devote themselves to educating and training him to be an upright and brave man and a real man.

At dawn, the blue river and the gray floodplain were plated with gold by the morning sun, white mist curled up on the purple stone wall on the other side, and the dark brown goshawk soared among the green crowns. This is the time when the early bird leaves the nest and the wild animal returns to the nest at night. Ge Liangwen fell behind the reef and listened attentively.

Boom! The empty Shan Ye exploded with a violent iron impact, with a dull voice that seemed ancient and far away. Then, a shrill fox cry came from behind the frog-shaped rock. Ge Liangwen jumped up excitedly, ran over and uncovered the thatch. Whoo! As expected, the trap caught a fox's hind leg. The fox struggled desperately, tearing at the grass and breaking the dew. You can't run away anymore. Don't say you are just a little fox. Even if the mountain leopard stepped on the iron clip, he had to admit that he was unlucky! Ge Wenliang smiled at the unlucky fox under the iron clip.

Aha, God has eyes. He caught the white-browed red fox that stole camellia chicken under his nose and humiliated him. This is called karma. Ge Liangwen is very happy. He really wants to sing a song loudly. He took out a long knife, cut off a branch and began to cut a stick. He doesn't want to use bamboo crossbows or long knives to finish the red fox, because arrow holes and knife wounds will damage precious fox skin. He will suffocate it with a strong wooden stick in the hollow between its nose and eyebrows. He wants to skin it and make a fox skin vest for her to wear every day. This is the banner of his revenge and a sign of his courage.

I don't know if this red fox is tired, but it has wisely realized that all efforts to escape are in vain. It stopped struggling and lay quietly beside the iron clip. Ge Liangwen looked at it again, and suddenly he was surprised to find that it was a very beautiful fox. The whole body is fiery red, like a layer of glaze, flashing gorgeous luster in the sun; Elegant figure, symmetrical limbs, two fleshy ears standing proudly on the forehead; Snow-white eyebrows make its nose, eyes and whole face look lifelike and even charming.

Grandma will like this fox skin, Ge Liangwen thought.

He cut off branches and vines, made a heavy wooden stick, and made a gesture of hitting the tiger. He walked towards the red fox step by step, and the red fox deserved bad luck. He thinks it will grin and intimidate him, and no wild animal will be willing to do nothing. He hoped that it would come at him with an iron clip and fight to the death with its sharp teeth and the remaining three claws. He doesn't want to simply knock a fox to death. He wants to fight a bloody battle to show his strength and courage.

The red fox is still lying down. Although I was caught in the iron clip, I can still stand up!

Oh, he understood, this sly fox must know that he has reached a desperate situation, and recklessness can only accelerate his death. He wants to change his strategy and tactics and impress his sympathy with soft skills. Watch it, it will cry immediately, and maybe squeeze out a few tears; It will huddle under his stick, shivering, pretending to be very poor, and may even kneel on the ground with bent legs and beg him for mercy. I will never be cheated. You insulted my reputation and personality. Now it's time for you to pay the price of blood. He wants it to understand, no! He wants to make all foxes and wild animals in the world understand that teenagers who have studied in the mountains for eight years can't be bullied and their dignity can't be blasphemed. Come on, kneel down and cry, he will only give it a contemptuous smile and shake off the stick without mercy.

June 2009-1319: 41completely surprised him. The imprisoned red fox neither growled at him nor begged him. It even turned around, turned its back on him, and twittered at the drunken butterfly blooming on the left side of the frog-shaped rock. The cry was full of anxiety, worry and some kind of warning.

Ge Liangwen is very strange. Is there anything more important than his life that attracts him at the moment? He couldn't help but stop and look at the drunken butterfly. Colorful flowers danced like butterflies in the windless leaves, and suddenly two small red and hairy heads appeared. Oh! A pair of little foxes. The same sharp nose kiss, the same snow-white eyebrows, looks like a big fox under an iron clip.

Only then did he discover that this big red fox turned out to be a young female fox. There is no doubt that the little foxes are his beloved children. No wonder he ignored him and turned around at the critical moment when the stick was about to fall.

Shaking the rope, two little foxes came out of the flowers and stood beside the frog-shaped rock, about seven or eight steps away from him and the iron clip for catching animals. They want to find mother fox, but they are afraid of him and hesitate to cry to mother fox.

The mother fox suddenly became irritable, twisted her teeth and growled fiercely at the two little foxes; It jumps and kicks wildly, gnawing at the spring on the iron clip desperately; The hind leg caught by the iron clip was torn open by it, bleeding profusely. Two front teeth were also broken by hard springs.

Ge Liangwen understands that mother fox wants to drive away two little foxes and keep them away from death.

Two little foxes don't want to leave, but they dare not approach, and they linger on the frog-shaped rock.

Ge Liangwen seems to be fixed, and the stick held in mid-air can no longer fall down. He is by no means a poor mother fox, but he thinks it seems a little difficult to knock her to death in front of two little foxes.

He can aim the bamboo crossbow at the two little foxes, so close and effective, he won't fail. This is the prey delivered to the door, and it is an extra gain. This kind of bargain is not white. Although fox skin can't make a fox vest, and it's nice to make two fox fur hats for Uncle Yao's children, he always feels that it's inhuman to pat his little baby in front of his mother. Besides, the fox's fur is smooth and chubby, like two red plush balls, with childlike eyes, which looks very cute. Most importantly, this pair of foxes never provoked him, nor was it the object of his revenge.

No choice, he had to put down his stick and drive the little fox out of the way first.

The clever and naughty fox deftly avoided the clods and branches he had smashed. He turned a deaf ear to his loud threats: several times he ran to catch up to see if he could step on the fox's tail, and then they unhurriedly got into the grass; He thought the fox had been driven away by him and picked up a stick to clean up the mother fox, but suddenly, two elves poked their heads out from behind the frog-shaped rock. Sometimes, the fox just follows it around the frog-shaped rock.

This is not hunting, this is obviously playing hide and seek! The sun rises to the top of the tree, and the forest is bright and hot at noon. After a long struggle, Ge still couldn't get rid of the two little foxes, just as the wind didn't have the power to blow away the iron filings on the magnet. He was sweaty, tired, sore and hungry. He leaned wearily against the rock to catch his breath. Two little foxes crouched three paces away from him, blinking their noses as if making faces at him. He seemed to see one of the little foxes with dark fur, his snow-white eyebrows suddenly tilted upward, and a smile flashed on his enchanting little face; They must be laughing at his weakness and incompetence.

In a flash, Ge Liangwen jumped up, drew a golden bamboo arrows from the quiver in the lower back, inserted it in the arrow slot of the bamboo crossbow, and aimed it at the two little foxes.

He is not a Buddhist disciple, so there is no need to abide by the commandment not to kill; He is a hunter. Whether he killed the fox first in front of the fox or killed the fox first in front of the fox. They will die anyway. Letting the golden arrow pierce her beloved baby's chest is a deeper and more effective revenge for Fox. Ge thought viciously that the fox would twitch on the grass after being shot by an arrow, and perhaps the mother fox would grow long and sad, which would be better, so that it would not be necessary to knock with a stick. He thinks this is the hunter's wisdom and the hunter's heart. Hunters should have a heart of stone. He suddenly woke up and found that his kind actions and ideas just now were really stupid. It's not like a hunter, it's completely a woman's heart! He felt that ABBA's sarcasm seemed to have some truth, and there were indeed weak and unmanly impurities in himself. He knows very well in his heart that as long as the crossbow machine is pulled, as long as the crossbow string made of wild beef tendon makes a dull vibrato, as long as the hungry golden bamboo arrow screams and pounces on the fox's chest, then he has completed a sudden change in personality and become a real hunter and a real man.

He gritted his teeth and pulled the crossbow machine.

The foxes are still squatting in front.

However, this bamboo crossbow seems to have a fateful weight, and he is not stable at all; Maybe the crossbow machine is rusted by moisture and can't be pulled. Suddenly, Mr. Wei's clear and slightly melancholy eyes inexplicably appeared in his mind.

2009-6- 13 19:43 Reply to 32 Golden Eagle tomorrow fans. The past two years ago has reappeared.

At that time, he was still in the sixth grade in the town primary school, and the class teacher was Mr. Wei. Miss Wei is a female student assigned from Yunnan Jinghong Normal School for Nationalities. She looks weak and slender, with arms like reeds. Even boys are not afraid of her. In class that day, a beautiful oriole jumped into the classroom from the window. This is a little oriole whose wing hasn't hardened yet. She must have fallen into the classroom while practicing flying. The students quickly closed the doors and windows. In the plunder, he caught the little oriole with the agility of an ape. An old oriole is chirping on the branch outside the window. He is tying the foot of a little oriole with a string. Teacher Wei came over and said to himself, "I'm looking forward to it."

If Mr. Wei had put on a teacher's posture, reprimanded him, or ordered him to let the oriole go, he would never have obeyed. He caught the little oriole, and it was his freedom to do what he liked. If she talks again, maybe he will savagely tear the little oriole alive in front of her. He is not afraid of her.

But teacher Wei's voice is so light, as if a breeze blows petals; Her big clear eyes are full of warmth that women have, and there is still a trace of sadness flowing. She looked at him, not the teacher's orders to the students, nor the adults' orders to the children, but the requirements of a beautiful woman. His heart trembled strangely, as if a secret heart was suddenly opened, and tender feelings surged out and violently hit his boy's naughty heart. He suddenly developed a sympathy and love for the weak animals. Without hesitation, he untied the knot on the little oriole's leg, opened the window and let it go.

Looking back now, teacher Wei's gentle words and clear and melancholy eyes, like an invisible soft rope, bound his hunter nature-strength and wildness.

2009-6- 14 17:57 Reply to 32 Golden Eagle tomorrow fans.

With a wry smile, he chopped the stick down from mid-air and hit the bolt of the spring in the iron clip for catching animals. There was a crunchy crack and the tight iron clip suddenly loosened. The mother fox took the opportunity to pull out her bloody hind legs and limped to the mountains with two astonished little foxes.

He just watched them disappear into the dense green bushes.

2009-6- 14 18:23 reply to ge, a 32-year-old fan of golden eagle tomorrow, on the eighth floor, carrying an iron clip for catching animals and a gray rabbit, he went home in frustration. He thought, after a hard night, he didn't say anything and played tricks on the fox again. He regretted letting Mother Fox go, but now it's too late. Originally, he could proudly carry a mother fox and two little foxes to Manyan Village and throw them on the threshing floor, so that people could watch around and let the fox's blood wash away his shame, and he gained a good reputation again. Now, people will laugh at him twice as much. Even he himself looks down on himself, soft as a little girl. It's hopeless

Grandma is stirring the pig pot, and Dad is cooking. Seeing him come back, grandma immediately rushed over, touched his limbs and said sadly, "son, did you really spend the night in the forest?" You're not hurt, are you? You're worried sick. "

Abba smiled at him and jokingly said, "Oh! The brave hunter is back. I think you must have gone to find the red fox. Let me see. Did you break its skull? "

He lazily threw the gray rabbit in front of Dad.

Dad's face was as gloomy as moss on a stone: "What a great hunter! What a great hunter! I spent the night in the forest and caught a gray rabbit. Great! We have rabbit meat at home. "

He said gloomily, "I didn't even shoot this gray rabbit, I picked it up." No, the fox gave it to me. "As he spoke, he described how to catch the mother fox with an iron clip, how he couldn't bear to kill it, and how he finally set it free. Finally, he squatted on the ground and said nothing. But those melancholy eyes clearly told ABBA silently: "You can't expect me to be a hunter like you. I am weak, I am worthless, and I am sorry for you. But please don't blame the school, don't blame the teacher, the school and the teacher teach us to be honest and brave every day. I can't do it myself. You're right. Am I a man or a woman ... "His eyes were red.

Dad kept looking at him: "Don't cry, I hate tears."

As he spoke, he squatted down and carefully examined the fox hair and blood sticking to the iron clip. He also grabbed the gray rabbit, brushed off the soft rabbit hair, and looked at the tooth marks left by the fox at the neck fossa. Dad looked so carefully, just like a scientist looking at an experimental specimen.

Ge Liangwen was so sleepy that he left his parents and climbed up the bamboo house. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and fell asleep on the carpet. He is too tired. I slept like a log. I slept from noon until dusk. When I woke up, the magnificent sunset covered the balcony. He is so hungry that he wants to find something to eat by the fireplace. As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he suddenly found his home suddenly changed, full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

In the center of the room pillar blackened and shiny by kitchen smoke, there is a huge bison head hanging. This is a buffalo head handed down from our ancestors. After years of precipitation, it has a profound sense of history. Those translucent ivory wild corners still shine with sharp luster; Those bull's eyes still stare like two bells, staring coldly at the vicissitudes of life in the world. Bison is a totem worshipped by Hani hunters, symbolizing exuberant life and mysterious power. Dad's naked upper body is coated with coconut oil, his brown skin is as bright as brown glass, and his lower body is surrounded by a leopard skin. Signs like money exude wild majesty. With a cold dagger in his hand, Abba skillfully cut off the head of the gray rabbit and respectfully offered it under the solemn head of the bison. Grandma put on her holiday clothes, and her round hat and brand-new black linen dress were covered with silverware and tassels. She carried a wine gourd and sprinkled it under the wild cow's head. There is a sweet smell of corn in the bamboo house. Next to the bamboo window, there is also a table full of Lai Cai.

This is a celebration ceremony for Hani people to welcome brave hunters home with full loads.

Ge remembers very clearly: Three years ago, Baba accompanied scientists from Beijing into Daheishan and captured a baby elephant alive. After returning home safely, grandma held such a grand celebration ceremony. What happened today? Dad didn't go hunting!

He looked at it in surprise and didn't understand what was going on.

Abba took the wine gourd from grandma, filled three small wooden bowls with wine, handed him a bowl and said cheerfully:

"Come on, son, let's do this bowl under the nose of the precious bison."

"To whom?"

"For you!"

"Did you find a gray rabbit for me in the forest?"

"Yes, for this gray rabbit, for another brave and kind hunter in our family, for a real man, cheers!"