Thunder 's Triumph in the Wilderness Chapter 1

"White Elephant Family": Animal novels are more attractive than other types of novels because this subject matter is the easiest to pierce the shell of human culture and the various hypocritical appearances of civilized society, and can directly express the primitive life that integrates ugliness and beauty without any cover. Human culture and social civilization will continue to update with the changes of the times, but the spiritual core of cruel competition, tenacious survival and pursuit of glory in life will never change. Therefore, animal novels have more reason to win readers and more reason to pursue immortality.

It was a stormy day. In a remote rubber plantation in Yunnan, a forest ranger met an unexpected guest - a white elephant that had lost its way and was suffering from hunger and cold. He kindly bandaged and fed the elephant medicine, and named it "Silver Gray Nose". Little did he know that from then on, he had forged a deep friendship with a family of rare white elephants. Giving fruits, playing happily, risking one's life to poke a beehive, and sacrificing one's life to help, but behind these scenes of happiness and deep friendship, there is a huge story full of money. The secret of temptation - the mysterious white elephant grave. The elephant grave is extremely difficult to be discovered, and there are a lot of fine and high-quality ivory worth thousands of yuan in it. What will the forest ranger choose between this rare and precious friendship and the millionaire with a lot of money? Under the pressure of real life, he was forced to choose to betray and steal the ivory. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by the elephant family and was lucky not to be stabbed to death by the ivory, saving the forest ranger's life. However, since then, the white elephant family disappeared, and no one has ever seen it again, and the mysterious elephant grave can never be found again.

The rain was getting heavier, with big raindrops hitting the thatched roof, making a loud noise. Thunder Pili rumbled faintly from the other side of the mountain. I wrote a letter home and looked at the alarm clock. It was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. I yawned and prepared to go to bed. Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door.

I live alone in a ravine called Rubber Terrace, guarding a rubber plantation of more than 100 mu for Manguangnong Village. Surrounded by primeval forests, the village is outside the mountains, 10 miles away from here. It's late at night, and it's raining so hard, who would come to my place? Who? I asked loudly, but no one answered. Bang, bang, bang, the knocks on the door are still ringing. I put my ear to the crack of the door and listened carefully. Through the sound of rain, I heard heavy panting. I thought, maybe it's a geological team member passing by or a mountain villager panning for gold. They fell while walking in the rainy night and saw the light and came to me for help. I held the lantern and pulled the bolt. The wind with rain and fog rushed towards me, wet and cold, freezing my nose. I opened my mouth and wanted to sneeze. I just opened my mouth wide, but before I could sneeze, I was scared to death. The sneeze that had already reached my nostrils was scared back. Under the light of the lantern, I saw an elephant standing at the door.

To be precise, there was a baby elephant standing there, about the same height as me, about two years old. I was an educated youth, living in Shanghai since I was a child. Two years ago, I was sent to Xishuangbanna to settle down. When I was a child, I went to Shanghai Zoo with my parents to see elephants. I thought the long nose and big ears were fun and cute. But now there was a wild elephant standing in front of me, and the feeling was completely different. I felt a chill rising from the soles of my feet, jumping up along my spine, and my brain seemed to be frozen. My thinking stagnated, my whole body was numb, and my legs were shaking like playing the pipa. I was out of breath. I thought, the baby elephant must be followed by a mother elephant. I had heard about the power of wild elephants. With a roll of their long noses, they could lift people up by the waist, and with a hard hoof, they could crush people. I was considered to have lived to the end.

After waiting for several minutes, the mother elephant did not follow in. The wooden door was rustled by the wind and raindrops drifted in. I stood by the door like a wooden chicken, soaked through and shivering with cold. When I cleared my mind a little, I boldly poked my head out of the door to look. The lightning illuminated the dark night as bright as day. There were only a few banana trees, two cherry trees and a stone pestle in the yard. There was no mother elephant. My mind turned around and I thought, maybe it was a baby elephant that had lost its way with the herd and ran to me in a daze. It is very common for hungry and cold animals to find a place to hide from the rain.

Just half a month ago, there was a night of heavy rain. When I opened the door in the morning, I saw a pair of sika deer crowded in my small kitchen, licking the salt I had piled on the stove with relish. The iron pot was overturned and the washbasin was stepped on, making my kitchen a mess. When they saw me, they ran away and I closed the door.

I raised the lantern and looked carefully at the uninvited guest. Oh, it was a rare little white elephant. Except for half of its nose which was silver-gray, the rest of its body was white. Its whole body was wet from the rain, and its four hooves were covered with mud. There was a two-inch long cut on its right ear, which was dripping with blood. When it saw me approaching, a look of panic flashed in its eyes, and it struggled to stand up, but it was exhausted. Before it could stand up, its four knees went soft and it fell to the ground again. Its body was shaking violently. I touched its forehead and it was a little hot. It seemed that this was a little elephant that had lost its way in the wind and rain and was separated from the group. It was lonely and helpless. It was frightened by the Thunder Pili, heavy rain and dark night. It was hungry, cold, and had a cold and fever, so it had no choice but to run to the lighted thatched house to seek help.

I lit a charcoal fire, and the room became much warmer. I cooked a pot of sugar porridge, and fed it with a few antipyretic pills. I also used half a bottle of red mercury to stop the bleeding of its injured ear. Its nose was silver-gray, so I called it Sterling. In the second half of the night, Sterling's body was dried and the fever subsided. He fell into a deep sleep beside me. I stayed by the charcoal stove, worried that other elephants would break in, and I didn't dare close my eyes all night. At dawn, the rain stopped, and the crowing of Camellia Chickens came from the mountain. A ray of dawn reflected on the window red. The little white elephant Sterling hadn't woken up yet. I secretly wondered whether I should tie its legs with an iron chain while it was asleep. Selling a living baby elephant to the zoo would bring a considerable income. I tiptoed to take down the iron chain hanging on the mud wall. Just as I was about to tie its legs, suddenly a loud and high-pitched roar of an elephant came from the mountain stream. Sterling had sensitive ears, so he woke up immediately, stood up, took two steps at a time to the door, raised his trunk and knocked on the door, bang bang bang, and excitedly called out "yo-woo woo."