The story of weasel possession

Weasel is a very common animal in the rural areas of Northeast China. Grandma's house is full of mountains, and there are more wild animals. The second aunt usually sees these snakes, foxes and so on are very ordinary, and they are not afraid. The second aunt's uncle once caught two big snakes with more than one meter long arms and thick arms when he went up the mountain to cut firewood. He went home and killed the stew. The whole family dared not eat it. Only the second aunt accompanied the uncle to eat enough. But that night, the second aunt dreamed about the white fairy worshiped by her neighbor Grandma Liu. He grabbed the second aunt by the ear and said that she had committed iniquity and punished her not to eat meat for a year. The second aunt got up the next day with a fever in her ears, and sure enough within a year, the smell of meat made her sick, and Coke spoiled her aunt and uncle. After all, there are few times when eating meat in the countryside, if there is one less aunt, everyone can eat a few more pieces. The second aunt went to Granny Liu and the small temple at the head of the village to pay homage several times, and finally accepted her fate and became a vegetarian for a year. There was no oil and water in his stomach, and the amount of food was greatly increased. In the next few months, he could eat three bowls of dried sorghum rice per stew, and my uncle shouted that the loss outweighed the gain.

But in this way, the second aunt still doesn't learn a lesson. It is said that Grandma Liu taught her not to mess with the wild fairy family since she was a child, and she herself had suffered several evil diseases, but she forgot about it when the time came. That day, grandma raised several chickens to lay eggs, cackling for a long time, the second aunt came diligently and went to the henhouse to pick up eggs. One or two, , picked a total of five hot eggs. The second aunt carefully held it back to the kitchen and hung it into the basket on the beam of the house. This is grandma's small vault, which is exchanged for oil and salt money at ordinary times. By the way, the second aunt took the bracts and sprinkled them to feed the chickens. When I saw a hen in the yard talking about a few grains of bract rice and hula-hula flew to the henhouse, I knew that there was another egg to collect.

She had nothing to do, so she took a bench and sat in the yard, teasing the chicken while waiting to lay eggs. After waiting for a long time to get bored and crooked, he patted his buttocks and took the net to go out to Douma Ling (another name for the northeast dragonfly). This net pocket of the second aunt can be regarded as an advanced tool to catch Ma Ling. Most rural children smoke with wicker, so those who turn upside down are basically short of arms and legs, so they can only be used to feed chickens. There is to use a Y-shaped branch to find the spider web, roll the spider web onto the branch and stick the dragonfly, this method is also very good, but to get up early in the morning to find the spider web, otherwise when the sun comes out, the spider web will not stick, and it may be freed by the dragonfly. The most advanced means is to catch it by hand. This requires patience and skill. I know a master who can hold a dragonfly in the air with his hand, which is comparable to a martial arts master. Before the second aunt reached that level, she went out with a net and got three wicker dragonflies for most of the day. Why is it three wickers? At that time, the second aunt did not have a plastic bag. When she caught the dragonfly, she broke the thin wicker, peeled off the bare pole, and then passed through the captured dragonfly with a wicker as her chest, and dozens of them could be worn. Then he took these dragonflies and fed them to the chickens, and the chickens came and scrambled for food.

The second aunt saw that the chicken had just come out of the nest to eat. It must have been finished, so she ran to the henhouse 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 when she lies in the nest. And these chickens lay very fixed eggs, one the next day. After thinking about it, I thought it might be the uncle who picked it away, so he put it down and went to fetch water for grandma. On the third day, I went to pick up eggs again. Hey, there's one less. Now that the second aunt quit, she had to get the eggs out and looked at them for several days, with less than five eggs every other day. Asked their aunts and uncles, they all said they didn't pick it up. Uncle came and said, "maybe the mouse stole it." This reminded the second aunt, she decided to remove the haystack next to the chicken coop to see if there was a rat hole, and if so, she poured it. This is a game that many rural children have played, filling rat holes with water. When you find a rat hole, look for it nearby. generally, rats have two or three exits, but they don't drive too far. Plug the rest of the hole, and then pour water into the rest of the hole, basically two buckets of water down, the hole inside is full. As long as you hold it, it will take a while to see the rats drowned and their buttocks arched out. Because rats thought they could block water with their buttocks. Of course, in the later stage of the rat disaster, everyone does not use this slightly entertaining game, directly pour boiling water, although cruel, but in order to protect crops and food, this biggest scourge still can not be lenient.

The second aunt encouraged the eldest uncle to move the straw together, and they began to move the straw away, half of it. Suddenly the uncle jumped back, and the second aunt saw that a furry head appeared in the straw, which was much bigger than a mouse, but it was a yellow skin. Not enough to see that he was half-big, with smooth hair on his body, staring at the two people in front of him with round eyes, not afraid at all. The second aunt took a stick to pick up the covered straw, but the little weasel didn't run away. Squatting in the straw, he made a pit, with four or five eggs exposed under his buttocks, and the little yellow skin clasped his claws and bared his teeth at his second aunt and uncle. The second aunt was not afraid, so she slapped it with a stick and ran away with a cry of a weasel. I haven't farted yet. It's just that it was so strong that it broke the eggs underneath, leaving a haystack in the yolk. Uncle hurriedly went into the room to get the bowl and hugged the egg liquid into the bowl with heartache. A total of more than half a bowl of egg liquid. You can still eat it when you fry it. The second aunt looked around with a stick to see if she could find where the yellow leather drill had gone. And I didn't find it.

At dinner in the evening, the second aunt and uncle took this as a new thing to learn. Grandma laughed hard, saying that since ancient times, the practice of yellow leather had always been a scholar, either learning to speak or doing things, and then asked people to praise him for being like a man, so that he could upgrade to a higher level of personal practice. I've never heard of hatching eggs with a yellow leather like a chicken. Does this yellow leather want to be refined into a chicken? Grandpa laughed, too, and told the child not to fight when he saw the yellow leather again. The yellow skin held a grudge. And narrow-minded, those who practice will retaliate. He also told a joke that a few years ago, a wife saw a wampee lying on the edge of a well licking the water in a stone pit while fetching water. the wife knocked the wampee out with a pole, but the woman dared not kill, so she threw it to the side of the road with her tail. After fetching water, he walked back and saw that the yellow leather was beaten as if he were drunk, and his four claws turned and staggered into the field. When I got home, I told it to my family as a joke, and my family didn't take it seriously. As a result, the wife got into trouble at home on the third day, and sat on the Kang as if she were in a frenzy and scolded herself with her waist apart: "you shameless wife Liu, I didn't bother you, why did you hit me on a pole?" The well water doesn't belong to your house either. why do you owe your claws so much? " The more she scolded, the happier she became. Even when the wife was a girl, she stole persimmons from whose garden and where she took a bath. All the neighbors were invited to watch the fun. I was so ashamed of my parents-in-law. But there's no way to shut the wife up. The wife began to scold herself in the morning and her parents in the afternoon, saying that it was dark and foaming in her mouth. To invite those who can take care of God, but they have gone out to see things. The wife's mouth is dry and miserable. The weasel on the upper body was even more proud and said, "Let you hit me and see if you are thirsty now." You want some water? I can't let you drink. " The wife and husband was also a foolish young man. hearing this, he poured a jar of water for his wife. As soon as he handed it to her, she suddenly persuaded her to put it on her head, and she began to dance all over the yard, saying that she was dizzy and dizzy. After tossing about for half a night, the fairy family is relieved. Come and say, "bring me some good wine." If there is no temper at home, what to say and what to do. The wife dried a bottle of hot pot wine at 50 or 60 degrees in one breath. Then he said, "in the future, when you draw water in your house, you have to supply me with the first bowl, or I will come to you again." And then pulled out. The wife fainted at once. I've been out of it all day. The house was awakened by pouring water and pinching people, and there was no smell of alcohol in the wife's mouth. In the future, when the family fetches water, the first bowl must be poured in the yard. It's totally convincing.

The second aunt didn't get revenge with this stick. maybe the little weasel didn't practice enough, and she was right to steal her own eggs. However, the second aunt saw it in the garden two or three days and still lives near here. But since she was no longer throwing eggs, grandma's family didn't want to kill them all. Sometimes you can see the little guy squatting under the cucumber rack with small claws to get enough cucumbers, the second aunt threw a pebble, then ran away, and then squatted in the distance to fight with the second aunt's teeth. Second Auntie Quan keeps a small pet. It was not until the family had a dog that the weasel no longer appeared. He's a kind little animal.