Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 33 Chicken Thief

Among the Nanshan Mountains, ten thousand acres of bamboo forests are endless, and the trees are shady.

The breeze blew through thousands of trees and dumped them.

wow~
It really is a sea of ​​bamboo.

And just under the Nanshan Mountain, there are also many villagers who beat bamboo in it, and live according to the bamboo forest in this mountain forest.

So it was named Zhushan Village.

A family on the outskirts of Zhushan Village looks like a house with a big door.

A rough-looking man walked in with a few bamboo shoots and two bamboo chickens:

"Xiu Niang, come out and see what I brought back for you?"

Follow the pillar to call into the room.

Then a simple woman with a flying shuttle came out of the house.

It looks very ordinary.

But more is a kind of simplicity of country people.

When she saw the thing in this man's hand, she couldn't help being extremely surprised:
"Oh, master, why are there two bamboo chickens here?"

While talking, Xiu Niang took the two bamboo chickens and bamboo shoots from the man's hand.

On the day of bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots are normal.

And if it is served with a few bamboo chickens, don't mention how sweet it is, and the whole family will live happily this day.

Especially if it's not one or two.

In this way, one of them can be marinated and used on a big day later, while the other can be tasted by the whole family.

While packing up the clothes for the head of the house, the embroidered lady could not help but draw a happy smile:

"Tie Dan just went out to play with his group of friends. If he comes back and sees this bamboo chicken, he will jump up happily."

"According to his personality that likes to go out and compare with others, I guess he will have to go out with a chicken bone to play again soon~"

When talking about this, Zhu Zi couldn't help showing a smile, after all, knowing a child is like a parent.

They understand their son's little personality very well, but for the children in the village, it seems lively like this.

This Nanshan is remote.

Under normal circumstances, even if there is a change of dynasty or any major event, it will not affect their small village.

Especially the surrounding area is full of bamboo forests.

If it is not an acquaintance, maybe you can still get lost in the bamboo forest.

It has always been an indisputable place for military strategists.

Although they almost made a living relying on Lin Hai among them, but this person is content, right?

While cutting the bamboo shoots, the embroiderer couldn't help but said to the pillar:
"Master, after you cut the bamboo shoots these two days, you have to pay attention to our backyard."

"Why do I feel like something is always thumping in our backyard recently?"

"And the flock of chickens we raise."

"In the past, a chicken laid an egg a day, and every three to five days it could be taken to the surrounding villages for food."

"The chicken hasn't laid eggs for two or three days recently."

"It's like being frightened by something, and I feel something is wrong."

The wife who is the head of the house among the farmers has been competing with her own small property all her life.

A penny can't wait to be broken into two petals.

If you lose a piece of wool at home, you will have to look for it for a long time. You can say that you know every plant and tree in the whole family like the palm of your hand.

Cut the bamboo shoot in her hand into thin shreds, drained it in the water, and the embroidered lady put him aside.

And heard what his wife said.

The pillar couldn't help becoming a little dignified, and put down the bamboo tube passed down by his father.

Then, the whole person thought for a while and said:
"If it can make the embroiderer feel that something is wrong, then maybe something really happened to our family."

"How about this, I'll sleep in our backyard tonight, you take Tiedan, and the two of you go to Aunt Zhang's house next door."

"That way I can keep quiet."

"I want to see what it is, dare to come to our house to be a monster!"

At the end of the talk, Zhu Zi shook his big callused hand. The men in the village of this farmer's family are all experts in many fields.

not to mention.

It's all just a bigger weasel, or something, and it's definitely something tonight.

He took it down with a pitchfork on the spot.

It just so happened that tomorrow I peeled the skin and made a small one for his son.

The sun is gradually setting.

Tie Dan, who had been playing outside, happily ran back from the outside holding a wooden stick with a little dirt on his face:
"Mom~, I'm back~"

The kid was running and jumping, and he was really energetic.

Although this dark and dark appearance looks ugly in the city, it is not to mention how healthy it is among the peasants.

However, the fly in the ointment is that there is a scar on his forehead, where no hair has ever grown, and it seems that he did not know where it was knocked.

When he ran into the house and saw his father sitting in the house, Tie Dan immediately became more careful in his actions:

"Hey hey... Dad, you're back~"

Seeing his son mischievous and energetic, although he was happy in his heart, Tie Zhu just nodded slightly:
"Well, go wash your hands."

After getting the promise, Tie Dan went to the backyard to wash the mud on his hands, and when he saw the stewed bamboo chicken, he couldn't help screaming.

The morning glow of the setting sun shines on the bamboo house.

The faint and gloomy, slow and quick wisps of green smoke seem to rise slowly among the high mountains.

There was laughter in the room.

Tie Dan'er kept gnawing on the big chicken bone, saying that he would take it out to play with that little friend tomorrow.

For a time, the whole family was full of fun:
"Ha ha ha ha……"

evening.

There was complete silence throughout the house.

Villagers seldom light up lights at night, so they go to sleep directly at night.

It's normal for the house to be quieter.

At this moment, the pillar is lying on the top of the depression in the main room, with a bamboo dough piece on it~
This thing is made of old bamboo.

It has been passed down from generation to generation for a long time, and the hurtful parts of it have been smoothed out long ago. It is not cold to use this cover at night.

more importantly.

Hidden on this roof, there is a mask to block it, even if someone or an animal walks past, it will not be found.

This is a must-have skill for hunters in the mountains and forests, and most people don't call it this at home.

The night gradually darkens.

And the moon in the sky gradually rose into the sky.

It is now midnight.

But in the backyard, apart from the old hens lying on their nests with their heads down, there was no sound at all.

It looked very peaceful.

But Zhuzi was an old hunter. He knew that something was causing trouble for him in the middle of the night, so he was also staring at the backyard while he was half awake.

And in this case.

On such a quiet night.

In the courtyard under the moonlight, there was a rustling voice suddenly:
clap clap~
It sounds like a small animal walking on firewood.

And heard here.

Zhu Zi, who was half awake, stared at the time and woke up, but he didn't do anything correspondingly.

Just half squinted.

Use the corner of your eye to scan the thatched shed full of firewood in the courtyard.

In the mountains and wilds, beasts have a keen sense.

Stare straight in and it's easy to spot.

You have to glance at it occasionally so that you won't be surprised by these beasts!
But in such a situation.

All he could see was a very elegant figure on the chicken coop in the backyard full of thatch and firewood.

It has four claws.

The whole body has white fur.

The big tail, so fluffy, seemed to shine under the moonlight.

Suddenly, it turned out to be a very rare white fox.

I only saw this white fox, and it seemed to be very familiar with the shed on the mountain behind the house.

Walk on thatch.

As he walked, he could even vaguely see him picking and choosing, as if he was very disgusted.

at last.

The white fox came to a very delicate haystack, which had been sun-dried and kneaded.

Originally, Xiu Niang wanted to use it as a mattress for making the bed, and it was even softer than the cotton in the quilt.

And the white fox walked to the thatch that had been sun-dried, and lay down there with peace of mind, seemingly very satisfied.

This scene made Zhu Zi stare angrily.

My mother-in-law spent so much effort, it was steamed nine times, rubbed day and night, and put it in the backyard for two or three days to dry, so that you animal fell asleep?
Logically speaking, this is not the best time.

However, it is precisely because he is his own man that he can understand how much effort his wife and mother have put into him.

That is, the more I think about it, the more angry I get, and I get angry again and again.

In the end, Zhu Zi couldn't stand it anymore.

He directly lifted the mask covering his body, picked up a steel fork next to him and threw it over, shouting violently:

"Well you beast!"

"Eat your grandpa with a fork!"

The steel fork is sharp and condescending.

What's more, it happened so suddenly that the white fox didn't react for a while.

But he is a dexterous animal after all.

If such a big steel fork can be inserted again, then the white fox will not be a different species among many foxes:

Huh huh~
Just watch him jump up and down and twist his body.

The whole fox turned out to be very smooth, and ran out from the crack of the steel fork.

Followed by.

The fox jumped neatly on the tall and orderly thatched grass, and jumped to the tallest thatched shed in the backyard.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zi also jumped down from the wall of his own courtyard, picked up a stick, and wanted to chase after him.

Of course, he was just trying to scare:

"You beast, don't run!!"

But who would have expected that the white fox standing on the top of the grass shed would not run and jump like an ordinary beast.

He looked back at him again.

brush!
When the pillars he looked at felt creepy, the white fox jumped like flying and got into the forest.

And at this time, after going through this night, Zhu Zi also felt that something was wrong.

This fox is too psychic.

Looking at him, it felt the same as when my family went out to fight with others and lost, and was about to give him a sap.

But after a while, he shook his head and threw out the idea again:

"The fox in the mountains, it's normal."

"It is estimated that this thing will not dare to come in a short time."

"Hurry up and go to the old man's house in the village tomorrow to hold a puppy. With a dog guarding the house, it should be clean."

(End of this chapter)