Wang Zheng has not had the habit of sleeping lazily since he was a child, and the day after he returned to this world, he got up early in the morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoLast night there was a heavy rain in the mountains, and the air seemed exceptionally fresh.

The sky was dark, Wang Zheng put away his bed, sat alone in his own patio, and admired the small farm yard in the early morning after the rain in the mountain village in a daze.

The dew hangs on the emerald green cabbage leaves, crystal clear; The grasshopper lies on the tip of the leaf, motionless; The crickets in the corner, lazily and occasionally chirping.

"Zheng'er, go back to the house quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."

Concerned words came from the door, which made Wang Zheng suddenly realize that his parents had already gotten up.

My father was going to the village thirty miles away today to sell apples, so he had to get up at four or five o'clock in the morning.

"Mother, my father went to the market so early."

"Ordinary people are like this, you have to study hard, and you don't have to be so tired when you grow up and get admitted to college." Wu Xiufang lost no time in educating her son ideologically.

Wang Zheng felt a little bitter in his heart, mother, maybe that was not an easy road.

However, Wang Zheng's day still started as his parents hoped. From half past six to seven o'clock in the morning, when I came to school, thirteen students in the class began a lively morning reading.

Su Qing is Wang Zheng's Chinese teacher, two grades and two classes, and she is the only Chinese teacher, so he can't guarantee that the entire morning self-study will be in one class. Once the teacher leaves the classroom, the voice of the reading aloud becomes much weaker.

Wang Zheng's tablemate Ma Nianzhuang quietly took out a match gun from his schoolbag, cherishing it like a rare treasure.

"Matchsticks!" Wang Zheng blurted out.

This matchstick is definitely no less than a car bungalow in the eyes of an adult in the eyes of a seven-year-old child. The combination of a bicycle chain, a rubber band, a wire and a small piece of iron pipe makes for a perfect work of art. Twist the red phosphorus off the matchstick, put it in the matchstick, pull the trigger, and you will hear a crisp sound.

There was a time when owning his own match gun became Wang Zheng's biggest dream, but unfortunately, he never realized this dream.

Ma Nianzhuang carefully put his treasure in his hand, turned his head and said to Wang Zheng proudly: "I asked Cui Cripple to make it for me, how about it, isn't it beautiful?" ”

Cui is lame, Wang Zheng feels that he is definitely a strange person in Taohualing Village. This man is ingenious, a carpenter, a blacksmith, a stonemason, and a master of everything, and knows everything in the water on the mountain. However, in memory, Cui Cripple's family was very poor.

Although Wang Zheng's family is not wealthy, it is also a medium-sized family in Taohualing Village, and this Cui lame man is much poorer than Wang Zheng's family.

In my memory, Wang Zheng went to Cui Cripple when he was seven or eight years old, hoping that he could make himself a match gun. The other party also agreed very happily, saying that as long as Wang Zheng saved enough materials, he would make one for him. It's a pity that in the end, Wang Zheng didn't have enough materials to make a match gun.

Later generations may not have been able to imagine the material poverty of a mountain village at that time, but this is exactly what happened.

"Oh yes, Wang Zheng, did you watch TV last night? "Journey to the West" is very good-looking, Sun Wukong can turn over 108,000 miles with one heel. Ma Nianzhuang asked Wang Zheng while fiddling with his match gun.

Wang Zheng smiled, he can memorize the plot of "Journey to the West" now.

"After a few glances, Ma Nianzhuang, has your big flower dog given cubs?" Wang Zheng didn't care about what drama was staged on TV yesterday.

"Down, down eight." Ma Nianzhuang seemed to have forgotten yesterday's agreement and did not mention the matter of the puppy cub to Wang Zheng.

"Give me one."

"Well, but I don't count." Ma Nianzhuang really doesn't talk about credit.

"I don't want it for nothing, I'll trade a hare for you."

A hare for a puppy is fair to both parties.

However, Ma Nianzhuang pursed his lips with disdain, twisted his nose and said, "Can you catch a hare?" ”

Wang Zheng smiled, if he was at this age in his previous life, he would definitely not be able to catch a hare. But now it is different, in his previous life, he was very interested in wild survival and exploration, with the help of a developed network, Wang Zheng has a deep study of how to set traps, see beasts, etc. Occasionally, when I returned to my hometown, I would run to the western slope of the mountain, lay down a few sets, and always catch three or two hares the next day.

"Yes, can you change it?" Wang Zheng is still very confident that he can catch a hare.

Ma Nianzhuang still didn't dare to believe what Wang Zheng said.

"If you can catch a big hare, I'll trade it with you."

"Words count!"

"Words count."

If Wang Zheng remembers correctly, in a litter of puppies under the Zhuang's family in the Year of the Horse, there is a white fur on the center of the eyebrows, which is particularly humane. Bai Mao seems to know the whole village, no matter which villager returns to the village from outside, the first thing to greet him must be Bai Mao with his tail wagging his tail.

Wang Zheng liked the white hair very much, and this time he decided to raise it himself.

A day's course during the day is as easy as a vacation for Wang Zheng, after school in the afternoon, it is still early after dark, Wang Zheng stopped Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, do you want to eat rabbit meat?" Wang Zheng looked at the honest Yang Ming with seductive eyes.

"What?" Yang Ming didn't understand what Wang Zheng meant.

"Hare, a few wooden sticks, roasted and eaten, sprinkled with a little salt and peppercorns, the taste is fragrant."

Wang Zheng's eloquent description obviously aroused Yang Ming's appetite.

He swallowed his saliva and looked at Wang Zheng expectantly: "Can you get a hare?" ”

"I can get it, but I'm going to trouble you to get me some wire from your house."

Yang Ming's father is the contractor leader of the village construction team, and the wire used for the bracket is indispensable in the family.

"You're going to put it off?" Yang Ming was surprised.

"Yes, I have an orchard, and rabbits often come to my orchard to make trouble, I learned from my dad. But I don't have any wire, and if you can get some wire, we'll have rabbit meat to eat." ”

"Good!" Yang Ming agreed very happily.

The two teenagers ran to Yang Ming's house, Wang Zheng waited at the gate of his house, and soon saw Yang Ming running out of a large handful of fifty centimeter-long thin wires.

"My dad isn't at home, when are we going to set up the hare?"

"Let's go now, don't let your dad see you holding the wire, or you'll be beaten."

Yang Ming smiled and agreed with what Wang Zheng said.

The two teenagers trotted all the way to the western hillside.

Bend the wire into a ring, make a live buckle, put the wire loop on the path that the rabbit must pass, tie the other end to a small stone, and the rest is waiting for the receipt.

This work is a bit exquisite, the wire should not be too thick, too thick is easy to be found by the prey, it is difficult to succeed. The live buckle must be tightened properly, too loose, the hare that is trapped is easy to escape, and too tight and easy to strangle the hare directly. The size of the stone should also be appropriate, it is best to let the hare pull it just enough, if it is too big, it will strangle the hare, and if it is too small, the rabbit will run away with the stone.

Wang Zheng put down more than 20 sets in one go, and when he saw that the sky was about to get dark, he and Yang Ming ran to the village again.

When he returned to the entrance of the village, Wang Zheng heard that there was a message from the village, "Collect rabbit skins, sheepskins, and dog skins!" Shouts.