When Jingxian calmed down, he knew that something was wrong, he lost the dumplings in the morning, and the little living Buddha ran into a white-haired old lady at noon. And these movements tonight all show that they have offended the immortal family.

He remembered that he had offended the immortal family, and there was nothing else but the weasel, because he had never touched anything else. Everyone in the folk knows that there are "four immortals". Hedgehog, fox, snake and weasel, fox is fox fairy (Hu family), weasel is yellow fairy (Huang family), hedgehog is white fairy (Bai family).

At that time, catching a weasel was also a whim, and I didn't think much about it, and it happened that it didn't take much trouble to capture the weasel alive. The leather is not very processed, and I made a half-cut small leather pants for the child to keep warm, and I didn't think about anything else.

He never expected such a big reaction, he expected that the Huang Xian family would not give up, maybe it hurt the descendants of the Huang Xian family, and people would come to take revenge! He had also heard of the Huang Xian family's Taoism, and he had also heard of similar magical rumors, and he had seen it with his own eyes.

His face changed drastically, and he was very nervous, lest he would be punished for his eternal retribution.

He was still young then, and his grandmother had a flock of chickens in the backyard. One summer, my grandmother went to the backyard to feed the chickens, and when she found that there were two missing, she muttered to herself, she saw that the footprints were the weasel pulling the chickens. The next day, when I went to feed the chickens, there were two less, and my grandmother was distressed. At that time, the people in the village fed a few chickens and pigs, which were an important source of income for the family.

Until the early eighties, there was still a saying of "being a bank in the butt of a chicken". Can the old man not cry sadly? Grandma sat on the ground, patted her legs, stroked her chest, and cried: "You weasel who has been cut a thousand times, you can bully me this old woman, is it easy for me to feed a few chickens? I can't live! Isn't this going to kill my old lady? Open your eyes, I won't live!"

Grandma sat on the hot ground and wept bitterly, and at that time, rural women were often good at this technique. For example, if you lose something at home and can't find it. I lost a few eggplants and a handful of beans in the vegetable garden, and I couldn't find a thief. Or hear gossip about yourself. I was wronged, but I couldn't find someone to spread rumors.

Then only use this hand to use the trump card, scold on the street and use the most vicious language, only scold the other party is frightened, and the sleep and food are restless.

Because three northern melons and two eggplants are not a crime, but they can make people's hearts panic, and using this to vent is also a spiritual victory. Grandma knew that she couldn't control Wong Tai Sin, so she could only cry a nose, grandma's ability to cry and complain about injustice had reached the point of perfection, and she was frustrated, sometimes confessed, sometimes cried, pointed to the sky and the earth, cursed and sweared.

Grandma is good at arranging sentences, and is even better at adjusting the speed of speech to achieve her purpose of attacking and venting her anger.

I listened to music after years and sang with tongue twisting parts, Rapmusicinwhite to be exact. I wondered if it was created by the grandmothers in the village.

Grandma's anger was vented for a long time, and she suddenly heard the firewood stacks by the courtyard wall quiet. Grandma quickly stopped crying and watched carefully. The corpse of a little weasel was thrown out of the firewood stack. Grandma was startled, the little weasel was impartial and landed at Grandma's feet.

Grandma was shocked, looking at the dead weasel at her feet, her heart softened, she was afraid that she would be sad if she offended Daxian, and she would be even more unlucky. He hurriedly said, "If it eats the chicken, it will eat it, and the training will be fine, why do you beat it to death!

As soon as Grandma finished speaking, the little weasel stood up suddenly, turned his head and ran into the firewood stack. Grandma's eyes widened.

This matter is true, and Grandma Jingxian has chattered more than once. This convinced him.

If this incident was not what he saw with his own eyes, and there were some discrepancies in the original situation, then what he saw with his own eyes that year would always be true.

In those years, the militia was trained and the situation was compelled. In the spring, the basic militia in the village carried old rifles for training. Militia company commanders were militia company commanders who had served as veterans, and each of them was next to the grove outside the village, training in formation to practice shooting, shouting and killing, one after another.

Jingxian is idle, and he often goes there to see. Sometimes they hang their voices, and sometimes they watch the militiamen crawl around the training grounds.

Militia training is practiced all day long in spring and winter, and in the busy season, it gets up early and exercises in the morning. After eating, he went back to work in the fields. Every day, as soon as the whistle sounds, stand in line and set off for training.

At that time, there was no concept of time in the village, and the sun went out and the sun set. You get up early, others get up early, so you wake up when you wake up a lot.

Jingxian was like that that day, waking up in the middle of the night, not very sleepy, looking out the window and thinking that the sky was clear. He dressed and walked out of the door, looked up and saw a full moon hanging in the middle of the sky, and saw that the houses and trees were really thorough. The leaves are shiny, as if each piece is counted clearly.

He thought the militia had started training, but when he got there, there was no one. Kyunghyun realized that it was early to get up today.

It's been early, they'll be here in a moment anyway. It is better to practice his voice first, and then the board play "Shajiabang", the part sung by Guo Jianguang is "The Morning Glow Reflects on Yangcheng Lake", what are the words? He was thinking about it, but there were bursts of movement in the grove.

This made Jingxian wonder, who was tossing in the grove so early, there was something wrong.

Out of curiosity, he crept close to the woods, pacing slowly in search of sounds. Through the moonlight from the canopy, the woods were not so dark that they could be seen clearly.

He crouched down and hid himself in the grass, his body hidden behind a large tree, from where the voice came from not far away. He looked there, but he was not lightly frightened, and the weasel lined up, and each weasel was carrying a wooden stick and was learning militia training.

Weasel Jingxian counted fourteen or fifteen, walking on two feet, each carrying a stick on his shoulder, taking steps, and making a squeaking sound in his mouth. Outside the team, there were also large weasels standing, also squeaking.

He's blinded, how can this thing be human? I've learned to be a human, this guy is too good, and this is okay?

He dared to look any further, quietly withdrew, and ran home with a puff of smoke. He slammed the door shut, plunged into the bed, and shook inside. Looking at the horseshoe watch, the hour hand pointed to more than three o'clock.

After that fright, he didn't dare to get up early for a long time. It wasn't until a few years later that I gradually forgot about it and got back into the habit.

Thinking of these things, he remembered it vividly, and he wanted to slap his mouth, and it was forgivable that others didn't know this. I know I'm still making this kind of mistake? damn it.

When I think about it this way, the things of the day will come naturally. Wong Tai Sin came to collect debts, what white-haired old lady is a fairy family, touch the legs of the little living Buddha, that is to look at the fur on his legs!

No wonder the little living Buddha pointed to a dog, that is, he could see that it was a weasel, he thought it was a dog. The little living Buddha recognized the weasel! The other children and adults didn't see it at all.