Chapter 57 Chapter 47 Primitive Forest

Although Hualong, Bao Zhan, and Su Mei were skeptical about the white-haired monster living in the deep mountains, they witnessed the beast boy Xiaomeng circle and the unexplained unarmed murder case, which made people have to believe The existence of certain mysterious powers. They entered the primeval forest, and there was no road on the mountain. Relying on GPS positioning, the special case team walked on knee-deep grass. In the morning, the forests, seas, and mountains are vast and magnificent, and the weather is myriad. The beauty performed in the early morning changes every step of the way. When the sun rises from the mountain peaks, the white clouds are dyed golden yellow, and the magnificent rays of light shine on everyone's faces through the branches. People Stop talking, no matter what you say at this time, it will be superfluous. Human beings are not a part of the ecosystem of this virgin forest.

Greater Khingan Mountains, starting from the banks of the Heilongjiang River in the north and reaching the upper reaches of the Xilamulun River in the south, has a total length of more than 1,200 kilometers. Larch, sylvestris sylvestris, red bark spruce, white birch, aspen and other trees form a dense and vast forest.Among the thousands of mountains and valleys, there are more than 400 species of rare birds and animals, and more than 1,000 species of wild plants. The team of the special case team walked along the mountain for a whole morning, and arrived at the Yansong forest. The Yansong is low, less than two meters, and its branches grow on the ground.Fifty peaks in the Northeast are full of this kind of plant, making it difficult for people to take every step. Roe deer run back and forth in the pine forest from time to time, and snow rabbits poke their heads out of holes in the soil.

The fucking director aimed the shotgun at the roe deer several times, but he sighed and put down the gun. He said: Hunting is not allowed now, I can't break the law knowingly. The old man said: The hunters in the Northeast are all extinct. Alas, when I was young, I hunted black blind men with my grandfather. Bao Zhan asked Da Chunzi: Is the white-haired monster you saw a bear? Are there any white bears in this forest? Da Chunzi replied: Absolutely not, that is an old lady with white hair, I can't make a mistake. Xiao Bideng said: Director, even if you fire two shots and hit a few rabbits, we won't say anything.

The fucking director said: That won't work, I have to be self-conscious. Hualong said: Director, you must be able to hunt. The fucking director said: I can break the law as the director, how can you be so sure? Su Mei said: Why does the chief carry a shotgun if he doesn't hunt? Hualong said: It has nothing to do with carrying a gun, but the chief is carrying wine! Everyone passed through the pine forest, a towering ancient tree suddenly blocked the way, the broken sunlight shines on the ground through the thick leaves, there are fresh water in the footprints of the beasts, and every puddle reflects the golden tree The small flowers growing on the tree trunk covered with green moss are amazing, and the promenade formed by the vines hanging down makes people happy. When a few blue butterflies saw someone coming, they flew around the wisteria and flew over the canopy of the tree.

Walking through the woods, the grass on the ground became more and more lush, and I heard the faint sound of water. There was a small river in front of me. The river flowed over the green grass and overflowed into the depression, forming a swamp.They walked through the wetland with great difficulty. It was already dusk and everyone was exhausted. The night in Daxing'an Mountains was approaching, so the fucking director decided to camp by the river. The rainy season has not yet come, and the river has dried up, shrinking into a series of narrow streams, the water is rushing, and the cobblestones are washed with a pleasant sound.The empty riverbed can be seen at a glance, the black silt has dried and cracked into crispy skin, stepped on it, and shattered into soil foam.The grass on both sides is refreshingly green, and there are some blue berries growing in the grass.

Su Mei shouted: Ah, those are blueberries, I want to eat them. Su Mei took her hat to pick blueberries. A deer stood up from the grass, ran a few steps, looked back, and the fucking chief fired a shot from behind. Because the shot was too far away, the deer ran into the grass in panic. place.The fucking director walked away cursing and arranged for everyone to set up tents and prepare dinner. He went up the river. After a while, the gunshots rang out again, and he came back with two hazel chickens. Da Chunzi was in a trance and didn't say a word, just sat there refusing to work. Old Bideng and Xiao Bideng caught more than a dozen river carps in the river. The method of catching fish is very simple. Intercept the river and keep shrinking the encirclement to form a small pond. Use the engineer shovel to pour the water out, and only the fat is left. Fish jump in weedy muddy water.

Lao Bideng cut open the fish, cleaned it, rubbed it with salt and let it marinate for a while.He found a flat sandy slope, dug a hole, Hualong and Bao Zhan picked up dead branches and trunks, and lit a bonfire in the hole. Everyone sat around the fire, and their supper was grilled fish and chicken. The most commonly eaten game in Daxing'an Mountains is wild fish.Due to the extremely cold location, the rivers are full of cold-water fish. In addition, the water quality is good and pollution-free. The meat quality and taste of the river carp in Daxinganling are many times better than those in the mainland.

Lao Bideng puts the fat fish on the branches and grills it on the charcoal fire. The oil from the fish drips onto the fire from time to time, making a sizzling sound. After the fish is cooked, sprinkle with chili powder and cumin noodles , The fragrance is tangy and mouth-watering. Hualong, Bao Zhan, and Su Mei also imitated the old Bideng, putting fish and chicken on the branches for barbecue. The fucking director took out the pesticide bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a sip of the wine, then handed the bottle to Hualong, Hualong didn't mind it, lifted the bottle and took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said, "Unfortunately, Uncle Liang is not here, so I can't eat it." Such deliciousness.

The fucking director said: "Wait a minute, there are still delicious dishes, and the hard dishes are in the back." Su Mei and Bao Zhan didn't drink, the rest of them took a sip each, and quickly drank up all the wine. The fucking director threw the chicken bones into the iron pot and set it on the charcoal fire to cook the soup. Su Mei said, Director, the dish you mentioned is this chicken bone soup. The fucking director said: This is not called bone soup, this is called Feilong soup. Director Fucking explained that birds are the first choice among wild game, and the top grade of wild game is hazel pheasant. Hazel pheasant is also called flying dragon. It used to be a tribute to the emperor from Northeast officials.Hazel chicken eats pine nuts and pine buds, and the meat has a faint pine aroma.The soup is boiled with bones and simmered slowly, which can be called "the first soup in Northeast China."

Xiao Bideng picked some wild mushrooms and wild fungus and put them into the pot, saying: It would be nice if some scallions and garlic cloves were added to enhance the flavor. The old Bideng said: "There are here, there are everything on this mountain." Old Bideng bent down to search in the shade of the rocks. There was a kind of small garlic hidden in the soil. It had just sprouted. He dug out a bunch of small white garlic with his fingers, washed it and put it in the pot. After a while, the Feilong soup was ready, and the fucking director lifted the lid of the pot, and saw that the soup was white and tender, blended with water and fat, and the rich fragrance came out. Everyone said hello.Lao Bideng put some garlic sprouts and salt in the pot. The conditions were simple, and everyone used spoons around the iron pot to drink the soup. The taste of the soup was really delicious and amazing.

It was the first time for Hualong, Bao Zhan, and Su Mei to taste such a delicacy, and they would never eat this kind of delicacy again. The temperature difference between day and night in Daxing'an Mountains is huge, and everyone gathers around a charcoal fire to keep warm, and listens to the story of hunting told by the old lamp.As night fell, Lao Bideng put out the charcoal fire, and everyone fell into a deep sleep.At dawn, a layer of water droplets hung on the outside of the tent. Su Mei was weak and woke up from the cold. She got out of her sleeping bag and put on a jacket. At this time, the sky was not yet bright, the night sky was full of cold stars, and the mountains were still shrouded in darkness. Su Mei moved her body a few times outside the tent, Bao Zhan also woke up, he said, is Xiaomei cold? Bao Zhan put the jacket hat on Su Mei's head. Su Mei stretched her waist and said: I, a big girl like me, sleeps in a tent with you stinky men, what is this called? Suddenly, Su Mei saw a bright spot in the mountain ahead, she pointed to it and asked: What is that? Bao Zhan also looked in the direction of the finger and said, "It's strange, it seems to be a light." Su Mei said: How can there be people living in this barren mountain? Bao Zhan said: Could it be that someone died in the mountains and sent a distress signal? Su Mei and Bao Zhan woke up the crowd, and they set off immediately, heading towards that point of light.When they got there, they were surprised to see a very weird picture, it was a street lamp!