In the Xishuangbanna region of Yunnan, where primeval forests and trees shade the sky, it is inaccessible and full of wildlife. In this dense forest, there is a very old village called Man guang zhai, and most of the people in the village make a living by hunting.
Because there was no ban on hunting more than forty years ago, wild animals can often be seen around the village. For the sake of safety in the village, basically every household will have one or two local hounds to look after the home.
To the east of the village lived a young man named He Zeming, who was also a hunter and who harvested several times as much prey as other hunters every day. It's not that he has good hunting skills, but that he has a good hunting dog, and this hunting dog will go up the mountain from time to time to catch rabbits and catch pheasants.
It is particularly worth mentioning that He Zeming has a hunting dog that many hunters envy called Saihu. Sai Hu is covered with golden yellow fine hairs, smoothly attached to the body, and the yellow hair is mixed with several fine black spots, black and yellow, just like the tiger's stripes, very beautiful. The four legs are slender and powerful, the tail is curled up high like a piece of money, and the saihu is also as fierce as its name. In the process of fighting with other dogs in the village, he became the dog king of the village. It is precisely with this unique good hunting dog that He Zeming can hit more prey and become the object of envy in the village.
On the hunting grounds, hounds are always the best helpers and guards for hunters. Once, He Zeming went hunting in the mountains and tracked a wild boar for three days and three nights. As a result, the wild boar did not hit, and the man fell into a trap several meters deep. Falling into a trap on the spot and falling unconscious. It was this hound Saihu who ran back to the village for help, and He Zeming retrieved a life. Therefore, He Zeming is even more fond of his hunting dog Saihu, and the baby is not good.
Since then, when hunting, He Zeming will always carry a few pieces of dried meat in his pocket, and he is reluctant to eat it, and he also gives it to Sai Hu to eat. The people in the village jokingly said, "He Zeming is better to Sai Hu than to his wife." He Zeming always smiled and did not refute. But no one believed that this good hunting dog, who was inseparable from its owner, died at the muzzle of He Zeming's own gun!
On September 27th, the old man in the next village celebrated his birthday. Because his wife was ill at home, He Zeming went to his father-in-law's house alone. After eating and drinking well with the old man, the sun is almost set. After bidding farewell to the old man, thinking that his wife was not in good health and was at home alone, he couldn't help but speed up his pace and rush home.
After arriving home, the scene in front of his eyes stunned He Zeming, the entrance to the courtyard of SaiHu was covered with blood, and his wife not far away was covered with scars and fell unconsciously on the ground. He Zeming looked at Sai Hu and then at his wife, and couldn't help but be angry. There was no outsider at home, and it must have been Sai Hu who was mad. Thinking about how her petite wife had suffered after she left, the teeth marks and wounds on her body that had been bitten were shocking, and the blood continued to flow out, soaking her clothes. Under the influence of alcohol, He Zeming rushed into the room and took out a fire bolt, aimed at Sai Hu and "bang" bang "bang" is three shots, Sai Hu looked at his master with wide eyes, and died in a wailing sound.
He Zeming turned and picked up his wife, stopped the blood from the wound for her, and bandaged the wound. In the middle of the night, his wife woke up, and her first words were to ask He Zeming, what about Saihu? He Zeming said that the beast was killed by me. The wife was so angry that she stuttered in an instant, you... you...! You're confused! He Zeming asked rhetorically, isn't it Sai Hu who is madly biting you? My wife's eyes were tearful, and she said, Saihu didn't bite me, it was desperately trying to protect me!
It turned out that after He Zeming left, his wife went to work in the field alone, and after finishing her work, on the way home, she was followed home by several daring jackals. If it weren't for Sai Hu fighting to the death, He Zeming would not have seen his wife.
At this moment, all the remorse surged into his heart, and He Zeming understood everything, and his recklessness killed Sai Hu. Sitting softly on the ground, looking at the hunting dog Saihu lying in a pool of blood, a line of tears flowed out of this man's eyes, and He Zeming regretted it!