Rat B hallucinates that he has expanded a thousand times, and his size and physical strength have far surpassed that of his natural enemy, the cat, and he is of course the local Rat King.

It knew that every house had a rat's nest at the bottom of its hoard. It's going to call them out and form a mighty homecoming group to counterattack the mainland, which is to subvert the rule of cats.

It knew that after the owners of those stick hoards built wire fence hoards, they threw the rods into it and never turned them over again, because the price of private grain farms only measured the tide, not the bacteria, so everyone worked together to cultivate a vast sea of green mold. If the hoard of sticks is no longer moved, the rods will be able to live and work in peace.

Since not turning over the sticks will help us rats to multiply and grow, I don't want to give bad advice to farmers. That's not stupid, it's stupid. Now it's a package of production to the household, each has its own rights, we are in charge, are we in charge?

In the era of the People's Commune, the particles were returned to the warehouse, and they were deliberately made moldy, who would dare?

It approached the hoards of sticks in front of the houses and issued orders to the gang of stinky rats at the bottom of the hoard. But they don't seem to be officials at all.

Although there are thousands of things, ten thousand things, there is no organization and no work, and we are used to being casual and free, where can we still be organized?

But now that he has become an official, his majesty still needs to be established. It's still in the alleys, and every household is turning.

Suddenly I saw an acquaintance, Chen Chaoren.

Acquaintances today do not refer to the kind of person who can help in the countryside, but look at his face and are familiar with the ugly face of this superman.

Superman today does not refer to the giant in film and television, but refers to the fact that this kid occupies a lot of land, has a lot of money, and the big tractor is his crotch general.

I clearly remember that this kid drove a tractor to collect grain as a dealer that year, and after receiving the grain, he openly mixed it with cement on the street. smashed the cement and mixed it more than once.

If I hadn't been a rat official at the beginning, I would have stolen enough food for myself, and I wouldn't have cared about these idle things. But now that I've been promoted and have the ability, I should be in charge. The best part of the grain still belongs to us rats, so why not?

Then it got angry, jumped over and gnawed and bited.

Chen Chaoren shouted and fled, but quickly recalled the mistakes he had made, and suddenly thought of his evil deeds of wasting food.

Now that there are countless private grain farms, they have mechanical threshing, and I have long stopped collecting stick particles. It's rods, not electroquarks.

Don't reason with rats. People can't see through your humanity, can't they see through the thief's eyebrows and mouse eyes?

The rat chased Chen Chaoren until he saw Chen Nengren.

Chen Nengren's father-in-law, the tiger head crocodile, opened a grain village and robbed Chen Chaoren's business completely.

Chen Chaoren can't do bad things, this is a good thing, but the tiger crocodile is a hundred times less virtuous - otherwise the police car won't ask him to leave in the middle of the night.

The tiger crocodile not only bullied men and women, but also opposed the entire earth's atmosphere, and put a large fiberglass tank in his private grain farm, which was stored with highly toxic pesticides and rat poison.

In addition to polluting the air, it is mixed with huge amounts of food from time to time, harming people and rats.

People passing by smelled extremely vicious gas, and they dared not speak out. It is said that only the wife of a policeman named Chen Yaya, Shu Xiao, dared to ride a tram to cripple him, and he was backed by a policeman's husband - no, her husband had not been admitted to the police at that time.

Now, for the sake of environmental protection, the weeds on the roadside are manually eradicated, and it is strictly forbidden to burn smoke, but the Steller's family can poison the air and food so wantonly.

Seeing that these bad guys were living more and more nourishing, the rat no longer believed in "The Golden Vase of Plums" - there was obviously a poem in it that had been read and heard:

Don't be deceitful

There are gods in the head

If you still do evil, there will be no retribution

The murderers of the world eat people

The father and son repay the debt, Chen Nengren is even more hateful than Chen Chaoren! The mouse left Chen Chaoren and pounced on Chen Nengren.