Returns

In the past, grandma's family had a large jar, every winter, near the New Year, grandma and grandpa would steam some sticky beans packed in it ready to eat New Year. It didn't take long for the aunts and uncles to steal the food, and there were no more than a few left for the New Year.

This year, as in the past, grandma cooked beans in a small amount of water, grandpa, and flour, and worked for two days, bean bags were steamed, frozen, and put in a cloth bag, put in the lower west house vat.

The uncle has long seen the grandfather hid the dry food in which pocket, this day back from school, after homework, said to go out to play, running around outside, to steal the sticky bean bag to eat, but how to turn over did not turn up, back to the house did not dare to squeal. A few days later, grandma went to get rice and found that the bag of dry food was empty, so she turned around and took a pot of tobacco and shaved her uncle, who cried and screamed, saying that he hadn't eaten any of it. The grandma is half-hearted, but the grandpa often goes out to see more of the world, he said to the grandma something strange, and told the grandma not to fight, he has his way.

The next day, grandpa took it upon himself to make a few more bean bags with the leftover flour, and when the bean bags were frozen, grandpa used a small package to wrap the beans and put them into a rectangular cage made of wire. When it was dark, he quietly put them in a large jar in the lower west room and hid in the house to smoke. Before the bag of cigarettes was finished, Grandpa knocked the cigarette bag on the sole of his shoe, then got up, lit a pine tree mingzi, and went to the west lower house, where Grandpa caught a weasel.

The grandfather deliberately ignored the beast and slowly looked east and west, but the weasel could not hold back and squeak, and suddenly many pairs of green bean-like eyes appeared all around. The grandfather smiled faintly and smoothly touched a knife from the eaves of the house, which was long and sharp, and was used by the grandfather to kill pigs for the proprietor. The grandfather did not panic and rubbed the knife, mouth chattering, "Oops! I haven't sharpened this knife for a long time, it's still so fast." When the knife fell from his hand, a wrist-thick wooden stick broke with a sound. Then look at the weasel, Kaba Kaba its two pairs of mung bean eyes, two front paws a hug rushed to the grandfather a door salute. The grandfather laughed and looked at the weasel, its mouth was black, its fur was shiny and shiny, and it could reasonably sell for a few dollars, but the grandfather understood that it would not harm people until it had to. Thinking of this, grandpa coughed and said, "It's easy not to kill you, from now on we don't cross the river, I can't have a chicken or a duck in this yard, less I will have a theory with you."

approaches approachapproachesapproach, grandpa leaps up, the wooden stick falls, grandpa on the momentum of a roll did not expect the bottom is a big pit ......

It turns out that the mountain did not know when it was quarried stone, leaving this very steep palm surface, because the snow is too big, grandpa also did not see the terrain.

Winter days are short, more than five o'clock the sky has been dark, grandma went out to see a few trips, but also no one, rushed to call the second grandparents three grandparents to find. In the black light, everyone with torches tossed half the night but did not find people. Grandmother with uncles anxiously wait and wait, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, Grandmother rushed to open the door, but the door opened, and the outside of the darkness did not see anything. Or uncle young, sharp-eyed, from the ground to pick up a cotton glove. This is a hand-sewn glove that grandpa wore out in the morning. ...... Just when grandma was thinking, a weasel suddenly ran over and squatted at grandma's feet. The grandma wondered, how can there be a weasel? Get lost! Lou Lou hit it with her glove. The weasel stood up, took a few steps into the distance, and squatted down again. You damned beast, don't you know there is something wrong with our family? Grandma scolded with tears in her eyes, but the weasel didn't go away, and turned around on the ground very anxiously, walking forward for a while and then back again.

My uncle was young and curious, so he walked toward the weasel, but it was strange that he always kept a distance from my grandma and uncle, but he refused to go. It was strange that it always kept a distance from my uncle and grandma, but it refused to go. The weasel also got excited and led her to the east and ran to East Changlingzi. It was almost dawn when she saw the footprints on the ground and cried loudly in excitement. The weasel stopped in the distance from time to time, as if urging grandma to go quickly. Grandma picked up her uncle and followed the weasel to run forward quickly ......

The grandfather is now behind a big rock, with dirty raggedy skin underneath him and a few sticky bean bags in front of him, and it turns out that the grandfather fell from the mountain and passed out. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he felt someone shouting at him, and he sat up with a start, only to find that his calf was broken. Seeing that it was already dark, the dry food he had carried was also lost in the snow, and he had lost a lot of blood, he had no strength at all and barely dragged his leg to the bottom of the boulder. Suddenly, several weasels came in front of him, and they chirped a few times as if they were having a meeting. In a short while, they came back from nowhere with the hunting tools and dry food that the grandfather had left in the snow, as well as a few more sticky bean bags and this piece of raggedy skin. Grandpa pulled off his leg, tied the wound, stopped the bleeding, ate some dry food, and drank a few sips of wine - fortunately, these few sips of wine prevented him from freezing to death on the snow. The weasels came out now and then to take a look until dawn.

At dawn, the second grandfather, the third grandfather, and the villagers also rushed over with the footprints, and they all carried the grandfather home with their hands and feet.

From that day on, no hunter in the village ever killed a weasel again, and no one ever heard of any chickens and ducks being taken away by a weasel.