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Chapter 439: Blindly touching the mouse

The fat man and his group of five people all rode horses through the steppe and went to the Evenki banner. Burigood also rode his big green horse and was in charge of leading the way for the fat men.

Wu Kun and Jin Dali had already completed the task, so they didn't go with the fat man anymore. However, he still has to go to the fat man's detailed address, and after completing the task of buying a horse, he must visit the door, and it is best to invite the fat man and Qiqi to join him.

Because everyone's riding skills are uneven, the speed of travel is not fast, which is basically in line with the purpose of this trip, half for errands, half for strolling.

Only little Qiqi and Burigood ran violently from time to time, calling Ma Sasa Huan under their crotches, so the two little babies kept running at the forefront.

The fat man and the big braid fall side by side at the end, and the distance is getting bigger and bigger, in such a vast prairie, to enjoy the tranquility and pleasure, can be regarded as a late honeymoon trip. At this moment, the two seem to have tasted the real world of two.

It's just that the fat man is too heavy, otherwise the two of them ride together, then it's called beauty. Because of this, the fat man has been wondering in his heart: When can I get a tall horse, the requirements are not high, just like Guo Jing's sweaty horse.

In the evening, a large herd of cattle and sheep appeared in front of them, and Kiki had dismounted and was talking to the wrangler. On the early grassland, as long as you meet a yurt, you can go in and spend the night. According to the herders: guests do not travel with yurts.

The fat man and the big pigtail looked at each other and smiled, and then urged the horse to run over, only to see an old Mongolian man talking and laughing with Wang Sanpao. He is a few years older than Wang Sanpao and the car boss, and his spirit is also vigorous. The fat man noticed that his eyes were shining with wisdom just like the old man Bilig.

It may be the vicissitudes of decades, which have long made them see through everything. What's more, the minds of Mongolian herders, which are as broad as the grasslands, will eventually be transformed into open-mindedness.

The fat man stepped forward and bowed, although he was also wearing a Mongolian robe, but the old man still saw his essence at a glance, and returned the salute with a smile: "Young man, you can win the respect of our people, you must be the most popular guest on the grassland." ”

The fat man was a little embarrassed to say that if it hadn't been for Battle's tearing of his cloth shirt, he wouldn't have been able to mix this Mongolian robe.

The shepherd's name was Bayin (meaning abundance), and he warmly invited the fat man to his house. The fat man also had this intention, and after thanking him, he followed the old man to drive the sheep back.

Several shepherd dogs scattered behind the flock, and when they found a little sheep that were not honest, they always pounced on them and taught them a lesson, and they were all very competent.

Qiqi kept praising in his mouth: "These shepherds are really capable, Grandpa Bayin, you are so old, why do you still come out to graze?"

According to the herders' habits, grazing is generally a matter for young people, which is why Kiki asks.

"There is a pasture in the north that is full of rats, and all the young and middle-aged people have gone to exterminate rats. In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer wolves and foxes on the grassland, and the rats have become spirits. The old man Bayin looked at the green grass in the distance, and there was a little sigh in his voice.

When the fat man heard this, his heart sank: rats are the most destructive to the grassland, they burrow in the ground and destroy the grass roots. If rodents have fewer natural predators, they will be able to grow rapidly with their superior reproductive ability. The destruction of the entire grassland began at this stage.

After walking for a day, the fat man and the others had only seen a fox in the distance, and a few weasel-like steppe weasels, and there were not many eagles flying in the sky, let alone the legendary steppe wolf. When the old man Bayin talked about this problem, the fat man also remembered that there were not as many wild animals on the grassland as there seemed to be more than Daqing Mountain.

The steppe had its complete food chain, and the steppe wolf stood at the top of this chain, leading a group of predators to become the mortal enemies of those herbivores.

It is precisely because of the existence of these carnivores that the grassland ecology has always maintained a virtuous cycle, and has protected the prairie for thousands of years.

But this situation, with the intervention of human factors, can turn the world upside down in just a few decades and make the prairie unrecognizable. As a person who has come over, the fat man has a deep understanding.

Overgrazing, the reckless reclamation of grasslands into fields, and the killing of wild animals have led to the degradation of grasslands and the desertification of the land, which does not take too long.

Since entering the grassland, the fat man's carefree mood has finally swept a shadow: the prairie, like Daqingshan, will face the problem of development and protection in this era of change, and any impatient and reckless approach that only focuses on immediate gains and losses will bring profound disasters.

When he was about to approach the yurt, the fat man finally figured out: whether it is useful or not, he must tell the herdsmen he has come into contact with about this situation. Perhaps, herdsmen like Bilig and Bayin, who have lived on the prairie all their lives, can also understand this truth, but the fat man still feels that he should fulfill this obligation.

Their hospitality to the fat man was still very warm, the food was rich enough, and Bayin and his youngest son Chaganbala lived with their family. In Mongolian, Chagan means white, and Bala means tiger, so Chaganbala means "white tiger".

Seeing him, the fat man couldn't help but think of Weiwei, Chaganbala was as powerful and proud as Weiwei, but there was a tiredness on his face, although he was very enthusiastic, but obviously not very interested.

The old man Bayin naturally asked about the rat catch, and Chaganbala shook his head and sighed: "There are too many rat holes, and everyone has discussed that they will use rat poison tomorrow." ”

"No!" the fat man shouted loudly when he heard this, and he didn't care about being rude. The lethality of rat poison is too widespread, and while exterminating rats, those beasts that feed on rats will also be implicated. They don't have the same fertile power as rats, so they won't be the first to die.

"It's all those Han people, who are cultivating land in the east, and as a result, all the rats that originally lived in the mountains have been driven to the grassland, and the kind of blind rats that live underground are not available here at all!" Chaganbala became more and more angry the more he spoke, and it was not until the old man Bayin coughed lightly that he woke up to the fact that there were a few Han friends in front of him.

Xiang Fat Man smiled bitterly at them: "It's rude, please don't be surprised." ”

"The grassland is the home of herders, and if their homes are destroyed, no one will be happy. The fat man can understand Chaganbala's mood at the moment, because he has tasted it more than once when he was backing the mountain, but fortunately, it can be solved smoothly in the end.

"What's it like to touch a mouse?" Kiki couldn't help but wonder.

"It is a kind of ground mouse, which originally lived in the Great Khing'an Mountains, but the people over there opened up the wasteland and farmed, and they began to migrate to this side by touching the rats. This thing burrows in the ground, the burrows extend in all directions, and it eats grass roots, and the damage to the grassland is much more than that of the original prairie voles. When Chaganbala spoke of this kind of mouse, his anger was overflowing, but he had nowhere to vent, and finally he could only drink the glass of wine in front of him.

"We also have this kind of thing in Daqingshan, which is more destructive to saplings, that is, we went into the mountains once last year and saw the weasel caught in the hole. Wang Sanpao whispered to the fat man.

"Northeast mole!" exclaimed the fat man, this rat has lived underground for a long time, and its vision has been seriously degraded.

If they are in the forest, they are limited by natural predators and the environment, they cannot grow, but once they enter the grassland, it will definitely be a disaster.

The loose soil under the turf will become their paradise, and in a few years, a meadow can be turned into a barren beach.

"You can't use rat poison. The old man Bayin also said the same words as the fat man: "We Mongolians have lived in this steppe for generations, and we have never used this method to get rid of rats. "His reasons are different from those of the fat man, but they have the same goal.

"We'll take a look tomorrow, maybe there's a way. The fat man ended this somewhat dull dinner with these words.

The next day, the fat man rode his horse and came to the rat-infested pasture in the north with more than 20 herdsmen.

As far as the eye can see, there are small mounds of dirt everywhere, only one a few meters away, densely packed, so that the fat man has a feeling of walking into the graveyard, but these dirt bags are not as big as the grave.

This month, the pastures in other places are the most vigorous season of the year, but here, the pastures are dry, and in many places, the ground is bare, as if it is just spring, and the sight makes people involuntarily feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Those mounds of dirt are not small in their destruction, directly pressing the surrounding pasture into them. If there were a few, it wouldn't be too much trouble, but there were too many of them, tens of thousands, and when added together, the area of destruction was definitely a shocking number.

The fat man scratched the back of his head: "It's amazing." Third uncle, you are an old hunter, do you have any tricks to deal with blind rats?"

"This thing doesn't go up to the ground at all, and the caverns are too wide to irrigate with water. Moreover, it is not possible to pour them out with water, nor can it be dug with a shovel, unless the whole pasture is turned upside down. Regardless of whether this project can be realized, no one can bear the consequences. Wang Sanpao looked at the dense mounds on the ground, and also felt that his scalp was numb: how many blind mice should there be underground.

Even Wang Sanpao can't do anything, and the fat man is really a little disappointed now. He left the crowd and walked slowly forward, when suddenly his feet sank, and he stumbled, almost falling to his knees.

Looking down, the grass had been trampled down, revealing holes in the ground that the mole had punched. The fat man silently launched a large-scale search, controlling it within a range of a few meters, and the situation underneath his mind unfolded: criss-crossing passages, extending in all directions, like an underground labyrinth. No wonder the grass above grew dry, and it turned out that the bottom was basically hollowed out.

Soon, the fat man found a blind mouse: Chubby Huhu was like a meat tube, more than half a foot long, with a large head, extremely small eyes, and brown and gray fur. The two front paws are very developed, a bit like a shovel digging for soil, and they are such claws that carve out passages in the ground.

While the fat man was observing, the mole seemed to sense something, and began to burrow into the cave below, and its chubby body turned out to be very sensitive.

The fat man's mind moved, and he made a little obstacle in front of it, and collapsed a piece, only to see its shovel-like claws quickly pull up, and soon pass through the blockage.

"It would have been nice to have it in early. The fat man was also a little annoyed, he didn't think that this thing was so clever, and it was not too easy to catch them.

"I have a way—" A crisp sound came from the distance, and then Kiki was seen jumping and jumping on the grass, and then he stepped on an underground passage, thumped, and fell to the grass. The fat man was anxious when he saw it, and hurriedly rushed over there.