The three fat men and Erkui looked at each other, gritted their teeth and said, "Okay! Uncle Lian Lang's foot wash water was beaten together!"

Compared to other things, the Three Fatty Man may really lose, but compared to food related, the Three Fatty Man really has never lost much.

He is fatter than others, not because his family is good, but because he devotes all his energy to eating and thinks about eating all day long, catching fish and shrimps in the river in summer, and setting up traps to hunt in winter. These are the specialties of the three fat men.

Anyway, as long as it can be linked to food, the three fat men are more attentive than anyone else to learn.

Those who don’t understand the situation may think that the three fat guys are a complete foodie, but in fact, all this is caused by a lack of safety in food.

In the 1960s, the country fell into a food shortage. Xilongzhuang was backed by the mountains. Although no one was starved to death, the child's Sanpang was hungry and cried. It was from then on that time that Sanpang began to study food carefully, study everything that could be eaten and everything related to eating.

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"Uncle Wolf, Uncle Wolf, look!" Erlenzi shouted in the distance.

"What are you calling!" Zhang Lang glared at him.

Walking out of the mountain stream along the stream, there is an open valley plain in front of you, and the wild boar ditch has arrived.

It is said to be a wild boar ditch, but it is actually more appropriate to say that it is a wild boar valley. It is a plain with an area of ​​several square kilometers. At the edge of the plain, the hillsides are covered with thick and tall larches, each with a hug thickness.

There is a pond formed by mountain springs in the valley, and there is a tall elm forest next to the pond.

Groups of wild boars were leisurely foraging in the valley, some rolled in the mud pond, some rubbed itchy on the pine trees, and some were hiding in the distant corners to sit and pass on the family line.

The reason why they have to hide in the corner is not because these wild boars are ashamed, but because there is a wild boar bigger than the wild boar king in the family. It can no longer be said to be an ordinary wild boar king. If they are older, they will become sperm.

The body was almost as big as a half-large yellow cow, with white fangs shining with cold light, and was lying on a petite female wild boar, exercising her rights.

Petite is only relative. After all, the wild boar weighs more than 200 pounds, but compared with the wild boar king weighs more than 1,000 pounds, it seems too petite. When the wild boar king lies on his body, the female wild boar can't stand even when he is pressed to the ground and howls in pain.

In the world of animals, the focus is on the prey of the weak. Only strong males have the right to mating, and others can only exercise their right to mating in places that the king cannot take care of, just like those wild boars hiding far away in corners.

Zhang Lang secretly guessed in his heart that the wild boar king he caught was probably expelled after failing to compete for the throne.

Looking at the thousands of wild boars in front of him, Zhang Lang was upset. Such a large population, let alone capture it, once the wild boars are alarmed, it is a question whether they can live.

There are too many wild boars, which is also a problem. How can we catch the female wild boars they need without disturbing all wild boars?

"Uncle Lang, look over there!" Erlangzi yelled in a low voice after he learned the lesson.

Zhang Lang looked along Erlangzi's fingers and felt happy. He saw a wild boar, slightly smaller than the wild boar king at home, sneaking out of the valley with seven or eight female wild boars.

It is probably because I am unwilling to have no right to mating, and I am planning to take a few sows out to form my own ethnic group.

"Go ahead, follow us! Be careful not to alarm the wild boars in the valley." Zhang Lang quietly called everyone to keep up with the wild boars that had just left the group.

The thousands of wild boars dare not provoke him, but eight or nine wild boars can still be provoked.

Zhang Lang led Erlangzi and the others to hang from behind the outlying wild boars and left the wild boar valley.

After walking for more than two miles, a small wooden house hidden at the foot of the mountain appeared in front of Zhang Lang's eyes.

Zhang Lang was stunned at the wooden house, and then carefully looked at the surrounding environment. Only then did he realize that he had just been following the stream and walked apart, but he was the wild boar ditch.

The wild boars in the Wild Boar Gully are separated from the Wild Boar Valley, which is the first habitat that has just left the valley.

No wonder it is said that the wild boars in the wild boar ditch cannot be beaten. It would be strange if the huge wild boar tribe in the valley behind it can be beaten.

In that valley, wild boars have no natural enemies at all. In terms of wild boar fertility, it is less to say that they double in a year.

It is estimated that the wild boars that appear outside the mountains and forests are separated from here every year, otherwise it would be impossible for the wild boar valley to have only a thousand wild boars.

Animal instincts let them know that although the wild boar valley is good, it cannot feed more wild boars.

Whenever the tribes in the valley reach a certain number, the wild boar king will drive away the excess wild boars out of the valley.

In fact, there is no need to drive away the adult wild boars, and no wild boar is willing to lose the right to mating. After all, in the world of wild boars, there are only two things that are the most important, foraging and mating.

This is the instinct of animals.

After finding the real wild boar ditch, Zhang Lang was not in a hurry to catch the wild boar that had just left the group.

It was getting late, so I would rather set up a camp first and stay here and talk about it tomorrow.

When you arrive at a small wooden house not far from the Wild Boar Gate, you don’t need Zhang Lang’s instructions.

The three fat man and Erkui quarreled and ran to the stream to catch fish, and Sankui also went to cheer for his brother.

Zhang Lang patted Hu Zi's head, and Hu Zi rushed out knowingly.

In order to enter the mountain, Zhang Lang borrowed all his uncle's dog king. Fortunately, Hu Zi was considered to be the one Zhang Lang had been holding on since childhood and knew him.

After feeding a handful of dog food specially made by Master Qingyuan, Zhang Lang commanded it, no worse than his uncle.

This is a good mountain guard dog. He won't bark around without any trouble. Along the way, everyone ignored the existence of tigers. If Zhang Lang hadn't released tigers for hunting, everyone would have forgotten that they had brought a dog into the mountain.

The kung fu was not very good, Hu Zi ran back with a pheasant in his arms, and Zhang Lang took the pheasant, and it was obviously not enough to eat one.

I fed a handful of dog food and put the tiger out.

"Goudan! Don't be idle either, go pack the chicken!" Zhang Lang threw the pheasant to Goudan.

"Erlangzi, please take two people to chop some firewood back!" Zhang Lang said and turned around and walked into the wooden house.

Ready to pack up.

This is where they are going to live tonight. They must carefully check it out, sprinkle with snake powder, and drive out the snakes and insects hidden in the corners of the cracks.
Chapter completed!