In a contest between a man and a fox, who is the winner? In the early years, there was a mountain village in the mountains of southern Anhui. There is a hunter in the village named Shan Changsheng. He had sharp eyes and was skilled, and began hunting. As long as he aimed, no matter whether he flew in the sky, ran on the ground, or swam in the water, he couldn't run away. This year, just entering the 39th year, there was heavy snow in the early morning, and the beasts that had been hungry for many days came out of their nests to feed, which was a good time to hunt. Shan Changsheng tightened his cotton jacket, put on his boots and hat, and carried a shotgun on his back to go out. After walking for a while, I found a line of fine fox footprints on the snow, so I followed them and chased them to a messy grass, and the footprints disappeared. Shan Changsheng quickly removed the shotgun, loaded the bullet, opened the safety net, flattened the shotgun, aimed in the direction where the fox might jump, and slowly approached the grass step by step. The fox, also sensing the approaching danger, whizzed, jumped out of the grass, and ran forward. Good fellow, it was an adult fox with bright eyes and a furry tail that shone golden in the sun. He couldn't help but marvel at what a top-notch fox skin it was. Shan Changsheng thought that the fox's skin must not be broken, and decided to hit the fox's anus, but the fox was always protected by the tail and could not find the opportunity. In desperation, he had to shift the muzzle of the gun and hit the fox's eye instead. The fox realized that he was in danger, so he ran forward with a big swing. Good at winning, he finally seized the opportunity, raised his hand with a bang, and the fox fell to the ground in response. He was so happy that he went over to catch the fox, and when he really wanted to catch it, the fox suddenly got up again and ran forward on tiptoeing. It turned out that the shot only injured his front foot. The fox ran to the front and suddenly an ancient well appeared. There was no time to turn around, so I had to jump down, the well wall was smooth and slippery, how deep was someone? There is no water at the bottom of the well and no place to stand. The fox hurried around below. Shan Changsheng smiled and said to himself, Fox, fox, you should be the ghost under my gun. Why are you suffering from this sin? Now it's up to you where you're going. But in the blink of an eye, the single long ball is also distressed. What's next? If the shot kills the fox, the skin will be worthless. Then go down and grab it. What should I do if I can't climb out? But how can this cooked duck make it fly? Shan Changsheng was not willing, he suddenly remembered the rope he had brought before going out, and soon had an idea. Shan Changsheng tied one end of the rope to the bottom of the well with a live knot, and the other hand manipulated him to trap the fox with the live knot. However, the fox seemed to see through his thoughts and avoided the knot set by Shan Changsheng, which made Shan Changsheng sweat profusely, and it seemed that I had to think of another idea. Shan Changsheng then sat down at the well, thinking and thinking. Suddenly, he bent down at the edge of the well and probed as deeply as he could. Take a closer look. His right hand was less than a shotgun from the bottom of the well. So he changed his mind. He was going to stun the fox with the butt of his shotgun, then hang him upside down, put a loop on his foot, and pull him up so that he could catch the fox alive. So Shan Changsheng turned the shotgun upside down, grabbed the muzzle with his hand, raised the shotgun, and hit the fox with the butt of the rifle when he saw it. Seeing this posture, the fox also tensed up. Hair straight up, screaming, constantly moving from side to side, dodging the butt of the gun. Shan Changsheng failed again. But what I have is patience. Even if this fox is cunning, you can't hide from the first fifteen. As long as I hit you once, you're finished. So Shan Changsheng used all his strength to fight it. To his surprise, the fox suddenly braked sharply, and the butt of the gun smashed empty in front of the fox's eyes. As soon as the butt of the gun landed, the fox whizzed onto the wooden butt. Suddenly, he arched his body, and then when one foot stepped on the trigger of the shotgun, there was a "bang", and the bullet came out of the chamber and hit Shan Changsheng's forehead. Immediately the blood flowed like a flood. The fox took advantage of the force of that step, and then the hind legs exerted force at the same time. It ran up desperately to the edge of the well and began to run in a panic. Before dying, Shan Changsheng subconsciously caught the fox, and did not catch the fox but only scratched the hair of one hand. The next morning, Shan Changsheng's family and neighbors found Shan Changsheng's body next to the doi. Even if you want to break your head, you can't understand how he died. Then there's suicide. There is no reason. He couldn't reach the trigger of his shotgun in Doi. Suppose he killed it. Who would pull the trigger under the well? Later, a sharp-eyed man found marks on the butt of a gun and fox footprints at the bottom of the well, and then he looked at the fur of the fox he was good at and came up with a clue. The fox shot and killed Shan Changsheng, and after learning of this, the most senior Uncle Shan in the village sighed. Alas, this year the foxes have become refined. #故事 #
