Chapter 21: Catching Wild Boars (To Be Continued)

  After hanging up the phone, Song Wen suddenly thought that Song Hu didn't know which bamboo forest he was in, so he hurriedly walked out of the bamboo forest to bring him over and took the captured bamboo mouse back with him.

  He had just arrived at the foot of the mountain when he saw Song Hu's small truck running over from a distance, and the shaky appearance of the truck made him worry that it might suddenly fall apart.

  Back home, put down the bamboo rats caught, will meet with Song Hu, and bring along old dad, also bring the big net that was used to catch the giant earthworm last time, and hurry to run up the mountain.

  When they arrived at the place, Song Hu and Song Yuanshui saw the wild boar trapped in the pit, screaming non-stop. They suddenly widened their eyes, looked at each other in dismay, and dared not believe it.

  In the mountains, wild boars are rampant, and sometimes they even run down the mountain to harm crops. It's not that no one has thought of digging traps to catch wild boars, but unfortunately, no one has succeeded. The main reason is that wild boars have an extremely keen sense of smell and move too quickly, and as soon as they feel something is wrong, they run away without a trace.

  Song Yuanshui couldn't help but praise his son's good luck, while Song Hu thought that this guy had walked into a pile of dog shit, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take down the whole family of wild boars in one pot.

  However, looking at the wild boar in the pit, both of them furrowed their brows again. It's not easy to catch! The pit is five meters deep, and the wild boar is still alive. How can they catch it? If they go down, won't they get bitten? If they kill it, there will be blood all over the place, which might attract mountain beasts, making it impossible for them to have a peaceful night's sleep afterwards.

  Finally, several people discussed and decided to use the next set of tactics. They tied a rope loop on one end of the bamboo pole, lowered it into the pit trap, and lassoed the wild boar's leg, pulling it up and then tying it up.

  After discussion, several people started taking action, some cutting bamboo and others tying ropes.

  After getting everything ready, they lowered the bamboo pole with a rope loop into the pit. After half a day of waiting, they finally caught two wild boar legs. When the three men joined forces to pull up the wild boar, it saw that things were not going well and tried to escape, but was tightly held by Song Hu and Song Yuan Shui.

  Song Wen quickly grabbed the big net beside him, covering the pig's head with it, and held it tightly so that it couldn't run away. Then the three of them used a rope to tie up the wild boar again, and to prevent being bitten by the wild boar, they also made the wild boar bite on a hard wooden stick. Using this method, they caught another wild boar, and the remaining small wild boars were much easier to deal with.

  Song Wen took the sack and slid down the pit along the bamboo pole, putting each of the small wild boars into the sack. The small wild boars were only about two palms in size, and as soon as they were caught, they let out a shrill cry. The large wild boar tied up above also started wailing, sounding like several parents had died, shaking people's eardrums until they almost went deaf.

  The wild boar they caught wasn't very big, the males weighed around 300 catties and the females about over 200 catties. Song Wen and Song Hu carried it with some difficulty, but there was no other way. Officially catching wild boars is illegal, although nobody in the village would say anything, it's still better to keep a low profile to avoid trouble. So they couldn't find anyone to help them, they could only do it themselves. In the end, Song Wen and Song Hu carried the wild boar down the mountain like carrying a stretcher.

  They arrived at the foot of the mountain and settled the wild boar. Song Wen went to the back and fetched the wooden door that was left over from the last time they dismantled a house, propped it up with two stools, and tightly bound the wild boar on top of it, ready to slaughter it. Suddenly, he saw in the corner, inside a sack, the little wild boar moving around restlessly, and couldn't help but ask Song Hu, who was sitting on a chair beside him, leisurely eating a banana: "Ah Hu, do you want to take that little wild boar back to raise?"

  After the wild boar grows long hair, the meat is not as tender, and the small wild boar is too small, after roasting, there are only a few pieces of meat, and eating it doesn't make much sense. Song Wen thought that raising wild boars is very popular now, so he wanted to take Song Hu back to raise them. If they are raised well, they can all switch to raising wild boars in the future. You know, the price of raising wild boars now is several times higher than that of domestic pigs.

  Wild boars are difficult to raise.

  Song Hu looked at the little wild boar running back and forth in the sack and said.

  In the past, people in the neighboring village also had the idea of raising wild boars, but who knew that after the wild boar grew up, it would jump several meters high and run faster than a thief. It was impossible to catch up with it, and later it ran into the forest and never came back. Even the money spent on buying small wild boars was lost. Since then, no one in the surrounding area has raised wild boars again.

  "Now this domesticated wild boar is valuable, why don't you take it back and try?"

  Song Hu thought for a moment and finally decided to bring it back to raise, after all, it didn't cost much money, the most important thing was that the price of raising wild boars at home was indeed very high.

  He thought about it and grabbed the sack, ready to take it away, and also asked his father to separate a few pig pens, and to raise the walls of the pigpen, weld steel bars, at least as thick as thumbs. Wild boars are not domestic pigs, they become fierce when they grow up, and if something goes wrong, an accident will happen.

  Song Wen saw him take the wild boar and was about to leave, so he hastily said: "Come over here for lunch, bring your wife and kids to try some wild boar meat."

  "Got it."

  In fact, even if he doesn't say it, he will still come, and not eating good food is stupid.

  Seeing Song Hu leave, Song Wencai turned around and went back to the kitchen to boil water, preparing to scald the pig.

  A lot of pig blood flowed out when the pig was killed, and they couldn't finish eating it. Moreover, you can't eat too much pig blood, so Song Wen only kept some and threw the rest into the lake to feed the fish.

  Usually, there aren't many fish in the lake, but when Song Wen threw the chopped pig blood into it, all the fish swam out, gathering in large groups. He took a look and saw that some had grown quite big, he wondered how the villagers managed to catch them, yet none of them had ever caught a big one over the years. It seems that either humans are too stupid or the fish are too clever, very cunning indeed.

  After feeding the fish and slaughtering the pigs, Song Wen went to the kitchen to cook.

  At noon, Song Hu and his family will come over to eat wild boar meat, so it's got to be a bit more sumptuous.

  He came to the kitchen, cut out a large piece of wild boar meat, then cut it into small cubes, caramelized sugar coloring, added spices, water, and seasoning, and finally braised it over low heat.

  The braised wild boar meat was cooked to perfection, and I also fried some leftover single garlic cloves from last time in oil until they were crispy. Along with the fragrant mushrooms and the flavorful braised wild boar meat, I made a delicious red-braised wild boar dish. The finished wild boar meat melted in my mouth, its flavor unparalleled. The single garlic cloves had been stewed to perfection, completely losing their pungent smell, and instead tasted somewhat like chestnuts, but with an added crunch and tenderness that was truly rare.

  The braised wild boar meat was done, and Song Wen cut a few more ribs with a thick layer of lean meat. He marinated them in garlic juice, salt, and monosodium glutamate to add flavor, then coated the ribs evenly with potato starch and egg, deep-frying them until they were cooked through. Another dish of garlic-flavored wild boar ribs was ready.

  Then, he washed and cut some pig offal, blanched it in boiling water, and then used the broth to make a stew with the pig offal. This one pot was truly exceptional. The wild boar heart, intestines, and stomach were cooked until tender, and when taken into the mouth, they had a slightly spicy and fragrant flavor that was simply indescribable.

  Those bamboo rats, Song Wen didn't let them off either, took two of them to skin and gut, cut into pieces, also took some wild boar meat without skin, cut into small pieces, and then from the remaining mountain crabs in the fan, took out two of the largest ones, took out the crab meat. Then use winter melon and bamboo rat meat, wild boar meat, mountain crab meat together to stew, originally put some fresh shrimp is better, unfortunately no shrimp, can only use mountain crab meat instead, mainly take its freshness. Unfortunately, Song Wen didn't dig up the mugwort root, otherwise using mugwort root to stew, this soup's flavor would be good.

  He made a good soup, and Song Wen also took out some wild vegetables from his fan to stir-fry. Anyway, he picked a lot of wild vegetables, so he made two dishes with them. One was a cold dish of mountain mustard greens, and the other was a stir-fried dish with a bit of red oil. Both were very tender and delicious.

  After cooking the rice and stir-frying the dishes, Song Wen put the dishes on the table in the main hall, thinking of taking a rest while waiting for Song Hu and others to come over for dinner. Unexpectedly, the little dog ran over with its tail wagging, barking "gugu" and biting his pant leg, pulling him outwards. It seemed that it wanted milk again. Having no choice, he followed it to the cowshed, picked it up and let it drink its fill.

  The little dog ran off to play with the chickens and ducks in the yard after drinking. It's more like teasing than playing. As soon as it sees a group of chickens, it chases them away, scaring them into flight, then stands aside proudly "barking" and waiting for the chickens to gather again before rushing over once more, never getting tired of this game.

  The big water buffalo didn't know if it was because of too much milk, the excess milk kept overflowing from the nipple, and Song Wen felt a pity seeing this.

  Suddenly, he thought of squeezing out the excess milk to make milk grains and cooking them with wild boar meat. He remembered that when he was a child, his favorite dish was milk grains and pork cooked in lard, which was easy on the stomach. Moreover, the extra milk could also be squeezed out for him to drink, as it had been a long time since he last drank freshly squeezed milk. Unfortunately, his young nephew didn't like drinking milk; otherwise, he would have made some for him to drink.

  Thinking of this, Song Wen walked back to the house, took out a stainless steel cup the size of his palm, and was about to squeeze some milk, but then thought that he should wipe the cow's udder first, or else it wouldn't be clean. So he went to find a clean cloth again.

  Arrived at the cowshed, standing in front of a large water buffalo, feeling that it's impossible to squeeze milk while standing, so I knelt down on one knee and then took out the cloth I brought with me to carefully wipe the udder clean before milking.

  He stretched out his trembling hand and said, he had traveled all over the country, been to the desert, floated across the grasslands, toured the azure ocean, met countless women, touched many majestic snow-capped mountains, but never touched a cow. For a moment, his heart was filled with excitement, nervousness, or shyness, anyway, his little heart was beating non-stop.

  He swallowed hard and reached out to grab the cow's udder, a sensation entirely different from that of a woman's.

  Song Wen felt that his idea was very despicable and hurriedly prayed in his heart for the heavens to forgive his sin.

  It's not his fault, it's the fault of society and the internet. If we didn't often see all sorts of strange and absurd things on the internet and in society, how could a man as pure as mineral water have such vile and depraved thoughts? Amen, please bring down a divine punishment to destroy this evil society and internet!

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