Chapter 886

The two tractors were parked in front of Yushanjiang's winter shelter, making this winter shelter, which was originally like a paradise, instantly pull closer to modern society.

Li Long's arrival made these young herdsmen become even more enthusiastic—although some couldn't afford it, and some people's winter shelters were far away and the road conditions were complex, making it impossible to drive a tractor in, they still wanted to know more about the tractor.

Although Yushanjiang and Talihar drove the tractors back, they believed in Li Long more regarding the tractor.

So Li Long was surrounded all of a sudden, and these people asked questions they were interested in in fluent or stiff Chinese.

Some people didn't speak Chinese very well, so they would be anxious, occasionally mixing in some Kazakh, and someone would immediately translate for Li Long.

"He asked, how much is this tractor? How many sheep can it be exchanged for?"

"Right, right, right, how many sheep, how many cattle can be exchanged for it?"

"Can't use cattle and sheep, exchanging cattle and sheep isn't worth it, and the elders at home won't allow it." Before Li Long answered, someone else said, "Must use skins, it's best to use skins, use things in the mountains..."

Li Long knew they were most concerned about the price of the tractor, so he said:

"Let me tell you, this tractor, more than six thousand yuan each..."

"Does it include the cargo box behind?" Someone asked immediately.

"Yes, but it doesn't include the harvester."

"Don't interrupt, keep your mouth shut!" Someone was dissatisfied that Li Long's words were interrupted and immediately scolded, "Listen carefully!"

After scolding, he turned his head and smiled at Li Long:

"Li Long, you say, you say, how much of the things in the mountains can be exchanged for a tractor?"

Six thousand yuan was a huge, strange number for them. Most of these people hadn't been to school much, and it was good if they could recognize numbers within one hundred. Six thousand—they couldn't imagine.

But Yushanjiang and Talihar drove the tractor back solidly, so what did that mean? It meant that if you work hard, you can earn so much money.

When Li Long drove the tractor into the mountains to help everyone mow grass, they were still very in awe of the tractor. Even if they went up and drove two circles, they still felt this thing was really powerful.

Later, when people from the animal husbandry team drove tractors over to haul wool, and Li Long drove a jeep over to deal with them, they understood that although people outside the mountains didn't need to ride horses, they had more powerful things.

You say they aren't curious or don't want it?

Of course they want it!

Now that their tribe had this thing, did they want it themselves? Of course they wanted it!

"If it's snow leopard skin, three are enough." Li Long considered that the snow leopard skins collected were all residual skins, and the value had to be discounted, so he said.

Everyone could think about one, after all, although the number of this guy in the inner mountains wasn't large, it was much more than in the outer mountains, and every family could see it, or every family was visited by a snow leopard when herding cattle and sheep.

But hunting one was possible, and three was difficult.

"Red deer skin, one hundred are needed." Li Long said another number. This one hundred was a combination of full skins and residual skins.

"If it's lynx skin, four should be enough, and bear skin is the same. Of course, if you add bear gallbladder, two bear skins and two bear gallbladders are enough."

"Northern goat, argali, roe deer, wild goat, about one hundred and fifty skins are enough."

"If it's snow lotus, one thousand two hundred flowers..." Li Long said.

The specific quantities were placed here, and each one sounded quite large.

But it wasn't out of reach.

After listening, these people either whispered to each other or calculated secretly which advantage they had.

"I still owe you quite a few skins," Talihar said. "After mowing the grass and going back, I'll go hunting and pay you back the skins."

Yushanjiang's things were enough, but Talihar's weren't, and he owed quite a bit. Although no one said it, Talihar, who was influenced by traditional education, didn't want to owe others' things. He thought about going back to hunt a snow leopard, and then get a few red deer, which should be enough.

He once discovered a group of red deer, seven or eight of them. Although the range of those red deer was large, it was relatively fixed. After going back, he would touch the situation.

"You can also be like Talihar, a few people gather together, gather things and bring them to me, and when you gather enough, you can drive a tractor back," Li Long said with a smile. "Actually, not only these things, but also mushrooms, you see..."

He took out a large piece of black tiger-palm mushroom from the jeep and said: "This, two yuan per kilogram, there are too many in the mountains. You pick them in these two days and bring them over, and you can also exchange them for money here."

"Can this also be exchanged for money?" Biek looked at the black tiger-palm mushroom in Li Long's hand and asked suspiciously: "There are many of these in the mountains, and they grow in patches in the forest by our winter shelter."

"Yes, can exchange. Fresh, three yuan per kilogram, dried, fifteen yuan per kilogram." Li Long reported the price collected by the acquisition station.

Black tiger-palm mushroom is about five kilograms dried into one kilogram of dried goods.

"So expensive? Then let's go pick mushrooms now, and bring them to you after picking." Someone said immediately.

"Good, haul them over, I'll pay you." Li Long smiled, the advantage in the mountains was still very large.

"Pay what money, give them to you." That person hurriedly waved his hands.

"Exactly, money, money, money, Li Long, you can't always mention money. If you mention money again, we can't be friends." Yushanjiang also said, "You helped us so much, we pick some mushrooms for you, it's very normal. You only think about giving us money, it won't do, it won't do."

Li Long was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say.

In his view, he couldn't always take advantage of the herdsmen, so when the herdsmen sent things, he had to give money.

But in Yushanjiang's view, Li Long helped them so much. Some things could be given money, but some things, just mushrooms picked by hand, how could he still want money?

If there was no Li Long, they basically wouldn't think about, nor could they use a mower to mow grass within five years. If they used a scythe to mow grass manually, after mowing for a full month, the grass mowed wouldn't be as much as what was mowed in ten days with a mower, and it was tiring.

Now? If two tractors drove together to mow, maybe ten days wouldn't be needed, and the work would be finished. And the herdsmen only needed to bundle the dried grass, put it on the tractor, and haul it back.

How much time could be saved, and it wasn't tiring. Isn't it right to pick some mushrooms for Li Long with the saved time?

Helping is also helping each other. He didn't want to become a purely commercial relationship with Li Long. Li Long was a friend they recognized. In this recognition process, Li Long helped them a lot, which couldn't be measured by money.

Li Long saw Yushanjiang's determination, so he didn't mention this topic anymore. Yesterday, he actually thought of a matter that Yushanjiang thought of together, so he changed the topic:

"Yushanjiang, look, the winter shelter entrances of Halimu, you, and Talihar can pass tractors. Other people's winter shelters are relatively far, and tractors are not easy to pass. I'm thinking, when we are free, find a large bulldozer and open a road to other winter shelters, how about it?"

Open a road, and this tractor will be easy to go up the mountain, and hauling things up and down will also be convenient. Just like the coal used in winter, you can haul it from that open-pit coal mine to the winter shelter in one car, without taking horses to carry—after all, horses are slow."

Coal is just an analogy, mainly because transportation is convenient, and repair and transportation are convenient.

After Li Long finished speaking, at least half of the herdsmen responded loudly. If it could really be done like this, it would be too good.

But there were also half of the herdsmen who had concerns. Most of their families had elders. In the past two years of contact with Li Long, most herdsmen were willing, but there were also a few older herdsmen who had worries.

Li Long bringing a radio into the mountains already made some old herdsmen dissatisfied, saying it changed their tradition.

They were already accustomed to sticking to their own pastures and living a life without contention. They were worried that once there was too much communication with the outside world, the descendants would forget the tradition or throw it aside. Then, in the future, is the tribe still a tribe?

But young people had already seen those technological products from the outside world and were not willing to stick to tradition and end their lives in the mountains.

Some young people were bold and dared to take risks, and for the elders' words, they didn't say they were deaf ears, at least they didn't listen completely.

Some who were relatively honest and obedient hesitated. After all, if this matter was told to the elders, it was highly likely they wouldn't agree.

The road now was traveled by the older generation, and horses were very convenient to walk. If a car road was opened, would it open the tribe to outsiders? If there were many people coming in and out, could this tribe still be kept?

Li Long just made a suggestion. Whether they were willing or not depended on Yushanjiang's determination.

Actually, what Yushanjiang thought before Li Long came was also like this, but now it seems that the resistance might not be small.

Furthermore, using a bulldozer, could the road be opened?

After the road was opened, the role played, was it as big as imagined?

He wasn't Li Long. Li Long was purely a person of two lives, and the thinking of an outsider, "if you want to get rich, build roads first", this concept ran through the experience of forty years of development in North Xinjiang. As long as the road was open, things would be easy to transport out. Those materials could be exchanged for things they wanted, instead of rotting in the mountains.

Of course, the price was also quite large. The road was built into the mountains, and in the future, there would be many people in the mountains, and those wild animals would definitely enter the inner mountains or be fewer.

This was inevitable—improve people's lives first.

Li Long just made a suggestion. Now the tractor had arrived, and the herdsmen had finished breakfast, and the price of the tractor was almost asked, so Yushanjiang took a few people to mow grass, and everyone did their own work.

Li Long didn't go over. He carried a gun and a sack, and went to the nearby forest to pick mushrooms.

There were still few people in the mountains at this time. Those who picked mushrooms generally didn't come to this area, so Li Long drilled into the pine forest, identified the direction, specifically looking for shady slopes with moss and thick pine needles, and soon found a patch of black tiger-palm mushrooms.

As long as he found the place, he could soon find quite a few. "Bang!"

A gunshot came from afar. Li Long looked up, and then continued to pick mushrooms.

It was estimated that some herdsman saw prey and wanted to shoot it.

He suddenly thought of that slope of snow lotus he saw when renovating the house. Should it be blooming now?

Then go pick it?

Thinking of doing it, Li Long carried the sack out of the mountain gully, identified the direction after, and went southeast.

Yushanjiang's winter pasture was filled with the rich scent of green grass. The harvester broke the lush pasture, and the broken ends oozed translucent greenish juice, a smell that cattle and sheep loved to smell. In later generations, when dealing with lawns in residential areas, it was basically this smell, just not as rich as here.

Yushanjiang drove the tractor, tut-tut-tut all the way up, leaving a long, quite neat trail of fallen pasture on the left side of the tractor.

This made the herdsmen very happy. Scythe mowing was slow, and the mowed grass wasn't as neat as the harvester's, and it needed a sickle to hook the grass together when bundling.

Occasionally, pheasants would fly out of the grass, and sometimes even many small pheasants would crawl out of the grass.

Yushanjiang's tractor wouldn't stop because of these, even if a marmot crawled out of here, it couldn't stop.

The pasture was mainly wild alfalfa, ice grass, as well as Codonopsis stalks, foxtail grass, etc., occasionally with a small amount of corn poppy, which was Tianshan wild red flower.

There were a large number of medicinal herbs in these grasses, and many bees were circling on the flowers.

Yushanjiang stopped after mowing more than twenty mu of pasture. He needed to rest, and the tractor also needed to rest.

Of course, the main thing was that he was stung by a hornet while mowing grass, so he had to change people.

There were also hornets in the mountains, and quite a few, some of which built nests directly on the tall-stalked pasture, and then specifically robbed the bees collecting honey nearby.

The place where the hornet stung was above Yushanjiang's eyelid. He had to return to the winter shelter to change people. Hearing Li Long say that vinegar or soapy water could solve it, he wanted to try.

If it was before, he might have endured it. Now that there was a way, naturally he had to try. After all, it hurt, really hurt.

Li Long had already arrived at the mountain covered with stones.

Looking with the naked eye, he could see the tender yellow snow lotus flowers blooming on the mountain.

Dotted, really quite a few.

What surprised him even more was that on the hillside, more than a dozen argali were gnawing on green grass.

The temperament of these wild animals in the mountains was just like this. Obviously, there was lush green grass at the foot of the mountain, but they just didn't go there to eat. He didn't know if they were worried about being harmed by natural enemies, or if they were accustomed to eating on the mountain.

Easy to escape?

Li Long didn't know very well. He raised his gun and aimed. The argali group was nearly two hundred meters away. Although the effective shooting distance of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was four hundred meters, it was hard to say whether he could hit it at two hundred meters.

He continued to move forward with the gun—the sack wasn't lost either, he still had to pick snow lotus later.

There were at least a hundred snow lotus flowers on this hillside, which was a large area.

Under the cover of shrubs, Li Long walked another thirty meters forward.

Actually, he had already looked at the route when walking. There were sparse shrubs in front, and as long as he was careful, he was sure to touch within one hundred meters of those argali.

Just looking at the next patch of shrubs, thinking about bending over when the argali weren't paying attention, suddenly he felt those argali had movement.

Was there danger?

Then Li Long saw four red deer, one male and three females, rushing towards this side from the position near the bottom of the mountain gully!

The male red deer had high deer velvet on its head—it hadn't grown into deer antlers yet, looking quite beautiful, with a cute feeling.

But this male red deer was extremely majestic, feeling at least two hundred kilograms.

The frame wasn't small either, like a small horse.

The three female red deer were much smaller, only larger than ordinary roe deer, and looking at the size, they weren't as large as the big argali in the argali group.

These three red deer ran extremely fast, and they were rushing towards Li Long's direction.

Was there something chasing them behind?

Li Long aimed backward again and saw a group of gray wolves!

That argali group was also taken to rush up the mountain, which was the mountain on Li Long's left hand. The argali ran very fast, and nearly half of them disappeared at the top of the mountain and crossed the slope in less than a minute.

Several red deer were still rushing towards this side, not seeing Li Long by the shrubs.

Li Long put down the sack, aimed, and fired two shots at that male red deer!

The male red deer stopped with its head raised when hit by the first shot, and the second shot directly killed it.

The three female red deer separated immediately when the gun rang, one went up the slope to the south, and two went down the slope to the north. The five or six wolves behind also slowed down.

"Bang bang!"

Li Long took advantage of the female red deer turning sideways and fired two more shots, hitting one, and then didn't care about the red deer, aiming the muzzle at the gray wolves behind—those few gray wolves weren't scared away by the gunshot, obviously because there were "many wolves and great power", they still had some ideas.

When the leading wolf was shot directly in the head by Li Long, it howled and fell down twitching.

Other wolves immediately stopped their pursuit, appearing in the shrubs, not leaving, and not pursuing.

Li Long didn't continue to shoot. He looked at the mountain, and the argali had disappeared, feeling a bit of a pity, but still immediately took out a bridge clip full of bullets, pulled the bolt, and while catching the ejected bullets, pressed the bridge clip down.

There were many wolves, so he had to keep the magazine full.

After filling the bullets, he loaded the remaining bullets, pulled the bolt to chamber, and fired two more shots at the shrubs where the wolves were hiding!

A wolf jumped out of the shrubs and ran into another shrub after retreating.

Li Long looked left and right, and looked back again, there was no danger.

He liked this feeling of ambushing—he wasn't good at hunting, but ambushing at close range, hitting fixed targets and moving targets, was his specialty.

Carrying a hundred or so bullets on his body, even if another group of wolves came, he wasn't afraid.

Just as Li Long was looking carefully at the shrubs, thinking that as long as any wolf showed its head, he would immediately give it a shot, someone shouted from afar:

"Is that Li Long?"

"It's me!" Li Long shouted, raising the muzzle, "There are wolves here, I'm shooting wolves!"

"Bang bang bang!" Guns rang out from the hillside on the right. It seemed the other side had already discovered the wolves.

Pincer attack, another wolf fell immediately, and those few wolves also found that it was impossible to take revenge now. The leading wolf howled, turned around, and ran towards the distance.

The gray wolves themselves were similar in color to the rocks, and fast, plus there was shrub cover, so soon, those few wolves disappeared.

Li Long put away his gun and stood up, and then saw Talihar and Biek both carrying guns on the hillside on the right, looking over here.

He smiled and asked:

"Talihar, why aren't you driving the tractor?"

"Others snatched it to drive." Talihar was also a bit helpless. Those guys, saying this tractor was theirs, had the opportunity to drive, and actually drove him down.

He only came to hunt.

Hadn't seen anything yet, and heard the gunshot from Li Long's side.

Fortunately, hit a wolf.

Don't know how much Li Long had harvested? (End of chapter)