The weasel is a very common animal in the northeast countryside. There are more wild animals in the mountains near Grandma's house. The second aunt usually sees these snakes, foxes and so on, and she is not afraid. The second aunt's uncle once caught two big snakes more than one meter long and thick arms when he went up the mountain to cut firewood. He went home and killed them and stewed them. The whole family dared not eat them. Only the second aunt accompanied the uncle to eat enough. But in the evening, the second aunt dreamed of the Bai family fairy worshipped by her neighbor, Grandma Liu. She grabbed the second aunt's ear and said that she had done evil and punished her not to eat meat for a year. The second aunt got up the next day and had a fever in her ears. Then, as expected, within a year, she felt sick when she smelled meat. Coke spoiled her aunt and uncle. After all, there are few times to eat meat in the countryside, less than a second aunt, everyone can eat a few more pieces. The second aunt went to Granny Liu and the small temple in the village to worship several times, and finally accepted her fate and ate vegetarian food for a year. There was no oil and water in his stomach, and his appetite increased greatly. In the next few months, he could eat three bowls of dry sorghum rice every time he stewed it. My uncle cried out that the loss outweighed the gain. But in this way, the second aunt still does not have a long memory. It was said that from an early age, Granny Liu had taught her that the wild fairy family could not be provoked, and she herself had suffered several evil diseases, but she forgot about them when they came to her. That day,Stainless steel foundry, the grandmother raised a few chickens to lay eggs, clucking for a long time, the second aunt came diligently, ran to the chicken coop to pick eggs. One or two. Haha, I picked up five hot eggs in total. The second aunt carefully carried it back to the kitchen and hung it into the basket of the roof beam. This is grandma's small treasury, which is used to exchange the usual oil and salt money. By the way, the second aunt threw the corn grains out to feed the chickens. When I saw a hen in the yard picking up a few grains of corn and flying up to the chicken coop,deep draw stamping, I knew there was still an egg to be collected. She had nothing to do, so she took a bench and sat in the yard, teasing the chickens and waiting to lay eggs. After waiting for a long time, he patted his buttocks and took a net bag to go out to Dou Ma Ling. The second aunt's net bag is an advanced tool to catch Ma Ling. Most rural children use wicker to smoke. In this way, those who fall down are basically missing arms and legs, and can only be used to feed chickens. There is also the use of a Y-shaped branch, to find spider webs, spider webs will be rolled up to the branch to stick dragonflies, this method is also very good, but to get up early in the morning to find spider webs, otherwise the sun comes out, spider webs are not sticky, die casting parts ,titanium machining parts, sticky may also be broken free by dragonflies. The most advanced means is to catch by hand. This requires patience and skill. I know a master who can hold a dragonfly flying in the air with his hands, which is comparable to a martial arts master. The second aunt has not practiced to that level, took the net bag to go out, most of the day got three willow dragonflies. Why do you say three willows? The second aunt didn't have a plastic bag at that time. When she caught the dragonfly, she broke off a thin willow branch, stripped off the willow bark and left a bare pole. Then she used the willow branch to pass through the chest of the dragonfly she caught. She could wear dozens of dragonflies. Then he took these dragonflies to feed the chickens, and the chickens came to eat them happily. The second aunt saw that the chicken had just come out of the nest to eat, and must have finished laying eggs, so she ran to the chicken nest to touch it. The nest is still warm, but there are no eggs. The second aunt is very strange, because the chicken must lay eggs. And the eggs laid by these chickens are quite fixed, one every other day. After thinking about it, I thought it might be my uncle who picked it up, so I put it down and went to fetch water for my grandmother. On the third day, I went to pick eggs again. Hey, one less. Now the second aunt quit and insisted on getting the lost eggs out. She looked at them for several days in a row and lost an egg every three or five times. I asked my aunts and uncles, but they all said they didn't pick it up. My uncle said, "Maybe the mouse stole it." This reminded the second aunt that she decided to open the straw stack next to the chicken coop to see if there was a mouse hole under it, and if there was, she would fill it. This is a game that many rural children have played, pouring water into the rat hole. When you find the mouse hole, look for it nearby. Generally, the mouse has two or three exits, but it won't go too far. Plug the rest of the holes, and then fill the remaining holes with water, basically two buckets of water, and the holes inside are full. All you have to do is hold on, and in a few moments you'll see the rats drown their heads and arch their buttocks up. Because a rat thinks he can stop the water with his ass. Of course, the latter part of the rat disaster, we do not need this slightly entertaining nature of the game, directly irrigate water, although cruel, but in order to protect crops and food, the biggest scourge can not be soft-handed. The second aunt instigated the uncle together, and the two of them began to move the straw one by one. Half of the time, the uncle suddenly jumped back. The second aunt saw that a hairy head was exposed in the straw. It was much bigger than a mouse. It turned out to be a wampee. Not enough to see is a half big, the hair on the body smooth, staring at the two people in front of the round eyes, not afraid. The second aunt took a stick to open the covered straw, and the little weasel did not run away. Squatting in the straw to make a hole, four or five eggs under the buttocks were exposed,die cast light housing, and the little wampee was still holding his paws and baring his teeth at the second aunt and uncle. The second aunt was not afraid, so she slapped him with a stick and made the weasel run away with a sound. Haven't farted yet. But the force was so great that it broke the egg at the bottom, leaving a haystack of yolk. My uncle hurried into the room to get the bowl and hugged the egg liquid into the bowl with heartache. Get back more than half a bowl of egg liquid in total. You can eat it when it is fried. The second aunt looked around with a stick to see if she could find out where the wampee had gone. Didn't find it in the end. autoparts-dx.com
