Rise From the Humble

In the early morning of the second day, before the sky was clear, Zhu Pingan woke up from his sleep. Last night, I dreamed that my mother made me a bowl of steaming chicken soup. When I woke up, I realized that I was alone in this deserted wilderness. The gap was huge and I was so lonely.

The firewood from last night had been extinguished, the north wind was howling, and the wind was echoing in the shanty. Zhu Pingan shivered involuntarily, and hurriedly got dressed and got out of bed, packing up the bedding.

The only companion, Black Horse, made a pile of excrement in one night, and looked at Zhu Pingan with an innocent face of Killer Horse. Damn, he looks like a super popular Vietnamese star, and he is so cute.

The first thing in the morning was changed from practicing calligraphy to the daily routine of Mr. Shoveling Shit. After that, I boiled water to wash up, and then practiced calligraphy for a while.

The sky was cloudy and gray, and there was no sunrise. The visibility gradually improved after breakfast.

Wearing a thick leather jacket, a fur hat, and leather boots, Zhu Pingan sat on the back of Shamat's black horse, holding a book in his hand, and read it while riding. Because there was only this mountain road, he was not afraid of taking the wrong road, so he just let the horse ride and wander around. Zhu Pingan occasionally looked up and looked at the direction to confirm that the direction was correct before continuing to read.

This place should be the southern remnant of the Dabie Mountains. The mountains are undulating, and I haven't seen anyone after walking for a long time.

After walking on the mountain road for more than one mile, Zhu Ping'an suddenly felt his fingers feel cold while reading a book, and when he looked up, he saw small snow particles falling down.

The small snow particles full of snow turned into big snowflakes, and the fluttering and falling became swaying, and the snow fell bigger and bigger. In an instant, the mountain path was covered with white snow. When the Shamate black horse was walking on the mountain path, Zhu Pingan heard the creaking sound of stepping on the snow.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the mountain road was covered by the snow, making it difficult to see the original road. So Zhu Ping'an put the book in his hand into the cross-body bag, holding the horse's reins with both hands, and asked the black horse to slow down, rather slow. A little, a little steady. Don't rush into an accident either.

The snow fell more and more, and the surrounding area was pure white.

Zhu Pingan was riding a black horse on a mountain path, watching the north wind blowing snowflakes in various trajectories. When he turned a corner along the mountain road, Zhu Pingan saw a gray dog ​​with dirty hair. Xi Xi's long-haired dog stood in the middle of the mountain road.

There's a dog here? It seems like an old dog.

Having a dog means that there is a family. Our country has a tradition of raising dogs since ancient times. Now that you see a dog, it means that there is a family nearby. Zhu Pingan glanced at it, and was suddenly a little happy. After walking in the wilderness for a long time, he finally saw someone.

But a good dog doesn't block the way, why is this old dog standing in the middle of the road, and looking straight at Sha Matt's dark horse and himself. This dog's eyes are quite bright, amber, and the eyes are a little strange.

Shamat Heima saw the old dog blocking the way ahead, and stopped in his tracks. The horseshoeed horseshoe kept tapping the snow, snorting and humming.

What the fuck, why don't you leave this guy? Zhu Ping'an pulled the reins of the horse, but the dark horse of Shamate lost his temper and refused to go forward no matter what. That killer face was still grunting and staring at the old dog in front of him.

Zhu Pingan was about to dismount to see why the black horse was not leaving. When he was about to dismount, Zhu Pingan caught a glimpse of the old dog in front of him.

Well, although this old dog is a bit older, its eyes are still bright and gray, with a green back and yellow belly, and a fluffy tail.

etc.

Dragging the tail?

Zhu Ping'an stopped. He carefully looked at the old dog in front of him again, and then. In the cold winter with falling snow, Zhu Pingan was sweating on his forehead.

The old dog stood in front very calmly. His tail was still moving, and his amber eyes were staring straight at himself and the black horse.

"howl"

The old dog calmly adjusted his breath and started barking in a roundabout way at the top of his lungs. It was as unpleasant as it sounded, and it made him panic.

This is an old dog, that is obviously an old wolf. There is no such thing as a wolf dog at this time, all those with hanging tails are wolves.

What to do if you encounter a wolf?

Zhu Pingan once asked a classmate in Inner Mongolia this question before, and the classmate said this:

When you encounter a wild wolf alone, don't turn around and run away. Humans will never be able to compete with wolves in speed. The correct approach is to stay put, make direct contact with the wolf's eyes, stare at it, and don't move away. Hold on for as long as you can.

Is this enough?

When the classmate heard this, he grinned: Well, this will make your death more dignified. Respect your sister, that is also dead, okay!

Although the classmate made a lot of jokes, there is still one saving grace, that is, don't turn around and run, even on a horse. This kind of mountain road horse cannot run at the speed of a wolf.

If you run away, it will start chasing you, treating you like a snack that has lost your courage. If it catches up with you, it will dig its teeth into your blood vessels without any scruples. When encountering a wolf, the best way is to retreat slowly, especially to areas with a lot of people. Generally, wolves are afraid of crowds and will not attack people rashly if they are not completely sure.

Of course, that's not possible at this time. This is a barren mountain, and I am alone with nowhere to retreat.

However, although Zhu Pingan broke into a cold sweat, he did not panic. Yulang looked at each other calmly while thinking about how to deal with it.

Wolves are afraid of fire, so they can be driven away with fire.

Zhu Ping'an thought of this method. He carried a fire fold with him, and he also had a set of fire sickles and flints in his baggage. He could just take an old piece of clothing and light it with the fire fold, and he should be able to drive the wolf away, if nothing unexpected happened.

Because of Zhu Ping'an's calm look at each other and the sound of the hoofs of the killing black horse hitting the ground beneath him, the old wolf on the opposite side was a little worried and did not attack immediately.

This old wolf was originally the alpha wolf of the wolf pack in the mountains. Due to old age and frailty, he was defeated by a young wolf half a year ago. The old wolf became an old wolf that was expelled from the wolf pack. It has been wandering for half a year because of old age and hunting. My abilities were not as good as before, and I was hungry and full. I somehow wandered to the outskirts of the mountain. I had been hungry for several days. Now it's snowing heavily again, and experience tells it that hunting will be more difficult for a long time to come.

Therefore, despite his concerns, hunger forced the old wolf not to give up, and his amber eyes were looking for the right time to attack.

While looking at each other, Zhu Ping'an slowly reached for the hidden buckle on the saddle, fumbled with one hand to open the noose, and slowly buckled the dagger given to him by his elder brother Zhu Pingchuan for self-defense into his sleeve, holding the dagger in his hand. Zhu Ping'an became even calmer.

If you have a dagger to defend yourself, you can also start setting fire to drive away the old wolf.

In order to buy time, Zhu Ping'an first put a few pieces of dried meat prepared by his mother Chen, which was originally placed on his waist for snacks, at the old wolf.

When Zhu Pingan was thrown away, the old wolf lay low, raised his back hair, pulled his lips and ears to both sides, exposed his front teeth, arched his back and roared several times.

When the dried meat was thrown at him, the old wolf arched his back and took a few steps back, avoiding the dried meat and retracting his tail.

When he saw the dried meat that Zhu Pingan had thrown away, the old wolf sniffed his nose vigilantly. While staring at Zhu Pingan with a pair of amber wolf eyes, he crawled and took a piece of dried meat into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it in one gulp. Down.

Then, the old wolf ate a piece of dried meat while staring at Zhu Pingan.

Sure enough, it was a white-eyed wolf. After eating, it was still staring at him, with no intention of giving up hunting. Zhu Pingan clasped the dagger, held the fire fold, looked at the old wolf and cursed.