Chapter 35 Sweeping away hidden dangers on the road

Yan Bianzhao said that he wouldn't let his father carry anything, Yan Yongnong followed behind and shouted: "You wait for me, let me carry you for a ride, this road is uneven and twists and turns, and it's not fun to fall out of blood when you break your foot." ”

"I don't, others will laugh at me when they see me. Dad, you go back and get busy with yours, I just have my sister as a companion. Yan Bianzhao waved his hand to his father while trotting for fear of catching his father's back.

"At this time, no one is passing by, who laughs at you? I only carry you over that ridge, and you go in alone, so that the teachers and classmates will not see it. "My father chased and begged all the way.

"Don't, don't, isn't Xixi also going alone? I'm older than her, I can go if she can go, don't let her look down on her!"

Yan Bianzhao has walked this road Yan Yongnong has walked countless times, and he has been walking for decades since he was a child. He could trace where there were protruding stones on the road, where there were concave ox's feet, where there was a high ridge on the side of the road, and where there was water on the water.

He treats Yan Bianzhao as a three-year-old baby, and he keeps reminding him behind him: There is a shortage, there is a high hurdle to walk in the inside, go downhill with a footboard and walk horizontally, don't walk by the river------。 According to the number of reminders he has set up no less than 100 road signs.

For Yan Yongnong today, every step he takes, he can discover hidden dangers and hidden dangers: the protruding stones will break his son's toes, the pits will twist his son's feet, and the sticks on the road will trip his son----。

How familiar with this is, the once emotional Lu Yan Yongnong has a lot of dissatisfaction, many can't get used to it, and find its fault everywhere.

"Gotta rest and fix this road. The thought popped into him. From today onwards, my son will go back and forth on this road four times a day, and there will be four threats to his son.

It's time to do it today.

Seeing his son enter the school gate, he went home, carried a hoe, took a firewood knife, and returned to the road. When he saw the protruding stones, he knocked them out with his hoe, and when he saw the potholes, he dug up the earth to fill them up.

At this time, a wild rose thorn stretched out to the middle of the road hooked his trouser leg, "Hey, you still want to pull me, leave me to rest the fire? But I don't accept your affection, your affection will hurt my son, I'm sorry, I can't keep you in the world to hurt people." He laughed as he stabbed with his knife.

This knife went down and caused trouble. A patch of needle grass cut through the back of his hand, and blood flowed out. He suddenly discovered that there was a crisis hidden in the needle grass that was growing wildly on both sides of the road! As long as the jagged needle grass on both sides was shaking the mango kernel, the son would be sawed blood.

This is a small matter, but the terrible thing is that the snakes, centipedes, and poisonous insects hiding in it are waiting for the opportunity to harm the son.

He swept away the interest of the joke just now, and became angry with the thorns and weeds on the side of the road, and slashed the firewood on both sides with his knife.

"You harborers, Lao Tzu will cut you in half, uproot, and cut the grass and roots! If you grow, I will cut you a thousand when you grow a thousand roots, and I will cut you ten thousand when you grow ten thousand, and I will cut you ten thousand when you grow ten thousand. ”

Pick up the knife and go crazy to cut down all the firewood on both sides of the road three feet away from the road, shave their heads, let those poisonous insects get out, so that there is no place for them to hide on both sides of the road.

Ouch, it's terrible, the grass startled bees and stabbed a nest of gourd bees, and a swarm of bees poured out of the nest "buzzing ---".

He had cut down a large pile of thatch and piled it on the side of the road, so he rolled to the edge of the thatch and got in. The gourd bee, which was like a thick smoke, circled in the air a few times, and slowly returned to its nest without finding the target of the attack.

"I'm still leaving you to live in the world?" Yan Yongnong crawled on the ground, tilted his head, and found the honeycomb in the weeds. This is a nest of gourd wasps, the whole nest is buried in the ground, there is a rice sieve big place without grass, the dead leaves are hidden on it, and there is a large exit of the mouse hole on the side. I can't tell how big this nest is, and I can't predict how many bees live in it.

Yan Yongnong didn't dare to act easily, he knew that the gourd bee was powerful, and a few bees could sting a cow to death. There are hundreds of bees in a swarm, and as long as they are provoked, they will pour out of the nest, and this kind of bee will chase people desperately.

The habit of gourd bees is to come out during the day, their eyes are bright, and they are blind at night and all return to the nest to stay, no matter how they poke them, they will not easily get out of the nest, only make a false statement inside.

Yan Yongnong decided to move the bee suppression operation to the evening.

As soon as it was dark, Yan Yongnong came to the honeycomb with a torch and a large handful of dry thatch, gently covered the grass around the honeycomb, and then lit a fire from the inside, and the flames creaked. Soon the swarm was scurrying and dying, and there was no 'buzzing' sound.

Curiosity drove Yan Yongnong to see how big the honeycomb was, and he dug up the surrounding soil like digging a tree pocket to turn the nest up. This nest is a bit like a dhara, almost as big as a stone stone, but not as high as a stone stone, a little heavy. There is a layer of skin on the outside that cannot be pierced with a finger.

"There's definitely a bee chrysalis and a jar of honey in it. Yan Yongnong thought. He brought the honeycomb back home.

Yan Yongnong cut the outer skin with a knife, and a dead bee the size of sheep dung rolled out, a lot.

The size of this fortress is really unique, divided into five layers, like five pampas leaf fans staggered and inserted on the skin, and the layers are evenly spaced between them. The underside of each fan is covered with dense holes, and bee pupae like white rice wriggle in the holes.

"Good things, baby, ginseng meat, my son has a mouth. Yan Yongnong trembled with joy. He cut a skewer and found a rice sieve to pull out the bee pupae one by one, and then burned the oil pot to squeeze the bee pupa, and soaked the bee pupae like rice flowers.

Yan Bian Zhao couldn't eat so many bee chrysalis at once, such a valuable and rare thing Yan Yongnong didn't plan to fight with the family (public food), so he gave them a handful to eat and taste.

He put the bee chrysalis into the tank, sealed it, and kept it for Yan Bian Zhao to eat.

Yan Yongnong ruled out a dangerous situation, and found a more terrifying danger that worried him even more.

This place, called "Water Cliff", is a backwater bend on the right side of the road to the school, and the water rushing down from the top is blocked by the stone wall in the bend and turns 90 degrees.

This knife-like stone wall is more than ten meters high, black and blue, with a long layer of moss on it, and there is no climbing object, and ants can't climb up.

Viewed from the other side of the cliff, the stone wall is reminiscent of the curtains of the gates of hell. Below is the dark green water with no bottom in sight, no ripples on the surface of the water, no water flowing, and whirlpools rolling underneath.

It is said that there is a sinking sand pool here, and if a person falls into the pool and quickly falls into the sand, there will be few survivors. It has indeed swallowed a lot of lives here: there are those who put bamboo rafts passing here, there are those who come here to swim in the water, there are those who come here to catch fish, and there are those who fall down the road------。

Thinking of this, Yan Yongnong shivered one after another, and the hair on the top of his head stood on end. How many times he had passed by here, how many times had he passed by here on a dark and windy night without feeling like this!

If you don't want to, the more you think about it, the more frightened he becomes. It was as if he saw a giant beast open its bloody jaws and pounce on ---。

"No, no, it's nonsense, it's bullshit. It pounced on me, it devoured me. He read aloud. He couldn't think of this miserable scene on his son, turn it all on himself, and let that thought come true to himself.

But the evil thoughts are as uncontrollable as the wild horses without the reins: 'Yan Bianzhao chased the butterfly to the edge and trampled and fell, the brother and sister did not say a word and pushed me down, and they jumped from the cliff with the four and five swords behind the house--------。 ’

Yan Yongnong's heart is going to fall off, his head is going to explode, it is going to collapse, and it is going to be destroyed. He knocked his head with one hand and patted his chest with the other, and shouted "cough" to repel evil thoughts and return to reality.

He instinctively lifted a big stone and threw it into the water, setting off layers of breaking waves with a "bang".

He sat down, not breathless, not intimidated. If he wants to eliminate this danger, he has to think of a foolproof insurance measure to eliminate this hidden danger.

"According to Lao Tzu, the only way to fill in this place is to fill it in, and according to Lao Tzu, he thinks that the only way is to dig this road and divert it. He said to himself. This is just a pipe dream, and changing the river and recourse is something that his power cannot do.

"I still pick up my son here every day, although he doesn't want me to go to school, but at least he has to come here. He thought. Immediately, a thought popped up and reminded him: "What if sometimes school is out early?"

"Let's build a waist-high stone wall along the embankment. When one thought made this suggestion, another thought came out and said, "Where can I find so many stones? And the wall occupies the ground, and this section of the road was originally cut out of the cliff wall, and if the wall is built, the man can get by so-so, but the cattle are outdated and cramped." ”

After much deliberation, he decided to build a fence wall made of bamboo, and he thought of doing it, and immediately set about it.

First, cut the trunk of the tea tree into waist-high piles, and then nail a pile along the shore. It is not easy to nail the pile on the bluestone, first use the cannon to draw the eye and then nail the pile in.

Then he went and cut down the bamboo, broke it into pieces and sandwiched it between the stakes, and tied the joints with wire. Finally, a sturdy fence that even a bird could not drill through was built. Even if the cow wants to rub it on it, it is impossible to knock it down after two or three strokes.

This is another masterpiece of his, which is more pleasing to him than the usual high-bottomed cabinets and low-level cabinets, and he puts his hands behind his back to appreciate his handicrafts with satisfaction.

After looking at it for a long time, he felt a little lacking, this is the most satisfactory handmade product in his hand, what if it is destroyed by someone? Yes, it needs to be protected when it is done.

So he cut two planks to make a forbidden sign and wrote on it: "Please take care of the fence." "Tie one piece to each of the two gears.

That's what makes him satisfied, perfect, and at ease.