Chapter 347

Consequently, Wang An started a carpet search for his Type 54 in this dugout.

The dugout wasn't big, only a little over 20 square meters; besides pickle jars, oil jars, and water vats, there was basically nothing.

Unfortunately, Wang An's Type 54 was like it had grown wings and flown away, or it had escaped into the ground; anyway, he couldn't find it.

Wang An, not believing in evil, searched two more times, but still gained nothing.

Wang An, scratching his head, stood in the dugout, the whole person dumbfounded; where the hell could this Type 54 have gone?

The key problem was that this situation was clearly not right; at this time, Wang An simply couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought.

Just when Wang An intended to give up searching and was about to walk out of the dugout carrying his things.

The only place in the whole dugout that Wang An had ignored was swept by Wang An's eyes.

This place was the place for adding firewood to the stove—the stove fire door.

Wang An looked at the stove fire door that was level with the ground, and in his heart, there was a strong premonition that his Type 54 was currently in this stove chamber.

Wang An put down the things in his hand, took the ash-raking rake beside the stove,

and stuffed it into the stove chamber.

When the ash-raking rake was pulled out, Wang An clearly saw his Type 54 buried in the ash pile.

Wang An dug the Type 54 out of the ash pile and checked it carefully.

A gun is something made of iron, but it's a very precise thing; even if there's a slight mistake, Wang An absolutely wouldn't continue to use it.

If it exploded the chamber or something, it would truly be not worth it.

After checking, Wang An discovered that although this Type 54 had been buried in the stove chamber for a night, I have to say, the quality of this domestically produced Type 54 was good; it could be said there was no problem at all.

Wiping it on the sack, Wang An put the Type 54 back into his pocket; he would wipe and maintain it properly when he got back; it wouldn't delay using it at all.

Taking another look at this dugout, Wang An carried his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, slung Brother Nine's Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and carried the sack, walking toward the outside of the dugout.

Hiding the guns, money, coupons, gold bars, etc., all under the sled, Wang An looked at the sack containing "earth smoke balls," "black paste," and "white powder," feeling seriously quite worried.

These things, no matter where they are, are disasters.

Thinking for a moment, Wang An planned to leave the dugout in a while, and as he walked, scatter these things into the bushes.

Deciding on the plan, Wang An went to untie the large horse's reins from the tree.

However, just when Wang An was driving the sled and wanted to leave, he heard the unique "A-ao, A-ao" cry of a silly roe deer.

Wang An was very sure that this cry was nearby, and this silly roe deer's cry was clearly very weak.

Consequently, Wang An stopped the sled again.

Actually, Wang An entering the mountains today was purely for this dugout; he didn't have the thought of hunting.

But prey delivered to the door, how could there be a reason not to hunt?

After getting off the sled, Wang An raised his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, then carefully scanned the surroundings for places where silly roe deer might exist.

Outside the dugout's courtyard, there was an open space about ten meters wide, which was just weeds, without trees or bushes.

But the more he listened to the sound, the more Wang An felt something was wrong, because this silly roe deer's cry sounded like it was coming from inside the courtyard.

Then Wang An, like a thief entering a courtyard, walked into the courtyard again lightly.

Following the sound, seeing the scene in front of him, Wang An was instantly stunned, but immediately after, Wang An laughed like a duck's quack "ga-ga-ga."

It was seen that beside the fence in the dugout, 3 cellar pits had been stepped on and collapsed. And the ones that stepped on and collapsed the cellar pits were a group of silly roe deer.

Wang An, with a happy smile, walked past these 3 cellar pits in turn, observing the silly roe deer inside while counting the number of silly roe deer.

Maybe because the time was too long, the sharp wooden stakes standing upside down in the cellar pits had already rotted.

So, of the silly roe deer that fell into these three pits, 3 unlucky ones were stabbed to death by the sharp wooden stakes that hadn't rotted through, and the rest were still alive.

In the first pit, there were 3 silly roe deer, two big and one small, one big one died.

In the second pit, there were 3 silly roe deer, one big and two small, one small one died.

In the third pit, there were also 2 silly roe deer, both big, one of which died, and the remaining one was surprisingly a male silly roe deer, but it clearly hadn't reached adulthood yet.

That is to say, these 5 living silly roe deer were 1 male, 2 females, and 2 small ones.

Seeing Wang An's appearance, these 5 silly roe deer looked at Wang An foolishly with innocent large eyes.

Only after looking at Wang An for a while, these 5 silly roe deer started jumping around in panic in their respective pits.

Wang An could tell from the footprints by the cellar pits that these 8 silly roe deer fell in when they were leaving the courtyard after entering.

So the first ones to step into the void and fall were actually the male and female in the third cellar pit.

Then the other silly roe deer all fell in while walking around in panic.

Wang An had always wanted to find a companion for the silly roe deer at home, but several times entering the mountains, he didn't even see the shadow of a silly roe deer.

Actually, even if he saw a silly roe deer, this thing isn't something you can catch alive just because you want to.

Because the silly roe deer's nickname is "Flying on Grass" in summer and "Flying on Snow" in winter.

It's easy to beat it to death after finding it, but wanting to catch it alive is seriously not an easy thing.

I have to say, many things are like this, which is:

"Wear out iron shoes without finding a place, and it takes no effort to get it!"

Looking at these 5 lively silly roe deer in the cellar pits, Wang An's large mouth was almost unable to close from happiness.

What heaven-sent windfall, heaven-sent huge wealth, those are not worth mentioning.

Mainly, these things don't fall to ordinary people.

Only "silly roe deer born in a pit" is the serious and real ideal place.

Wang An couldn't help but anticipate that once these 5 silly roe deer were put into his own sheep pen, plus the silly roe deer at home that already didn't know what it was, his family would have a total of six silly roe deer.

This scale, isn't it slowly building up! Simply perfect.

After counting the number, Wang An pulled the bridge at the courtyard entrance over as a whole, because if this bridge were stood up, it would actually be a ladder.

The cellar pit thing is a shape that is small at the mouth and large at the bottom.

That is to say, the side wall of the cellar pit is not straight up and down; from top to bottom, the area of the cellar pit gets larger and larger.

I have to say, if you fall into this cellar pit thing, even for cats or lynxes and other feline animals with very awesome climbing ability, it's hard to get up!

However, this thing can't stop a person holding tools.

So, Wang An put the ladder into the cellar pit, and easily reached the bottom of the cellar pit.

(End of chapter)