Qiu Xia raised more than 100 rabbits, which kept him and the seven old men very busy.

In summer, there is a lot of rain, and rabbits are not allowed to eat grass with dew. Qiuxia asked the seven old men to take money to buy feed. The seven old men happily took out more than 1,000 yuan from the passbook and gave it to Qiu Xia.

Qiuxia bought back the feed from the town and prepared to feed the rabbits on rainy days.

Every day, watching those snow-white plush little ones squirm and chew the grass with their three-petal mouths, making a rustling sound like a drizzle, the seven old men felt that the hard work and busyness were worth it. Especially at night, Qiu Xia said those words that made him emotional in his ear so gently. On such a day, happiness is like honey.

The first rain fell the day after the beginning of summer.

After the beginning of summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day. The crops in the field also began to grow rapidly.

The corn is already half a man tall, and the slender leaves are like green streamers, and from a distance it already looks like a green gauze tent.

The seedlings in the fields are also green, and the water in those fields can no longer be seen, they are all covered with leaves.

White herons fly up and down from the rice paddies, looking for the little fish and shrimp. Their fluttering figures, flying over the green rice fields, are the poet's pen can not write a smart poem.

Everyone is looking forward to the first rain of summer, because after the summer rain, a strange fungus will be produced in the land of central Sichuan - fighting cocks. It is a type of chicken fir fungus, which is only found in summer and autumn on the edge of mountain woodlands.

Nowadays, this kind of mountain treasure that cannot be cultivated in captivity is very popular. A pound of fresh cockfighting cocks can buy fifty or sixty yuan a catty.

One of the growth characteristics of the fighting is that every year it will almost grow in the same place where it grew in the previous year. So those who will look for a cockfighter will know some secret places where the cockfight grows.

Checheshan is the best at looking for a fighting is the mother-in-law of the tooth dog, and she can earn thousands of yuan with this skill in a picking season.

The tall pole knows a lot of places for a long cockfight, and she is also bold. During the picking season of the fighting, she gets up at four or five o'clock every day. A person with a flashlight went to those graves, the old forest, she was not afraid at all.

The first rain lasted a day and a night.

The summer rain is like a heroic man in Sichuan, coming so quickly and falling so heartily. The sound of crackling is its running footsteps, and the rumbling thunder is the drumbeat of its advance.

A rain makes those vigorous crops more green and translucent, and there is a fresh smell of grass and trees everywhere.

The stilt got up early, flashlighted, and went out in the rain that was already nearing the end.

The stilt went to Cheche Hill first, where there were a few places where she had discovered a long cockfight last year.

The stilt pole has a special ability to smell the smell of cockfighting cocks in the smell of plants and trees in the summer mountain forest. It was a peculiar, freshly cut down smell of trees. Follow the taste, you can find the cockfighting.

Generally, if you find one, you will find several nearby.

In the messy graveyard of Cheche Mountain, the stilt pole smelled the smell that excited her.

The weeds in the cemetery grow luxuriantly, and the long blades of grass sometimes wrap around the rain boots worn on the feet of the stilts. But as her name suggests, she has long legs and can move quickly through the grass.

At the grave of the seventh old lady, the high pole found a fighting that had opened the umbrella cover, like a small yellow-brown umbrella. There are also a few newly emerging cockfighting cocks next to it.

The scythe used a scythe to dig out the cockcock that had opened the canopy, spit three times at the place where it had been dug, and then covered it with dirt. This is an ancient saying passed down from the villagers in Sichuan that where you have dug up a fighting and spit three mouthfuls of spit, a new fighting will grow.

The tall pole put the dug into the basket, and looked at the few that had not yet grown up. If you want to dig it, it's a pity that she didn't grow up, but it's even more pity if she doesn't dig and let others dig it.

The stilt thought about it, grabbed some withered grass leaves, and covered the cockfighting cocks.

A wild bird made two terrible cries in the tree on the grave slope, startling the stilt.

At dawn in the drizzle, this grassy grave slope is indeed a little scary. The stilt hurried away.

The stilt found several cockfighting cocks in Cheche Mountain, which made her very happy. For the first time this year, there was such a big harvest, which bodes well for a good start. She looked up at the graying eastern sky, wiped the rain from her hair, and took off her raincoat and stuffed it into a basket.

The rain had stopped, and it was a little uncomfortable to wear a raincoat. The stilt even unbuttoned the clothes on the chest in two. The bulging ** that lost the block was on the chest, beating like a rabbit with her walking.

Look at the sky on the high pole, it's still early, and I'm ready to go to Wangjiagou to go around again.

On the edge of Gu Yigui's cherry field, the tall pole smelled the unique smell of cockfighting cocks again.

On the side of the hill at the edge of the cherry field, there was a large cluster of red bubble thorns with three cockfighting cocks growing side by side.

The tall pole bends down, uses the scythe to pick up the barbed red bubbles, and carefully digs them up.

Cockfighting cocks are very delicate and cannot be stored for a long time, and they are also easy to break. The selling price of a cockfight in poor condition will be much worse.

The tall pole was bent over her waist and digging hard, her high pouting ass swaying with the movement.

Suddenly, the stilt sensed something was wrong. A hard guy landed on her ass, and then she heard a whirring gasp.

Mom, did you meet a ghost? But ghosts don't pant like that, do they?

The stilt let out a loud cry and jerked to his feet. The sharp thorns of the red bubble thorns cut her hand with a few bloody streaks.

"Haha, you mother-in-law is really bold, come out so early, Lao Tzu will give you a shot."

Gao Shan turned his head and saw Gu Yigui smiling obscenely, his pants had been propped up into a big bag by something ugly.

The high pole is not as easy to bully as Xiaoxiao, and she pushed Gu Yigui to the ground.

"Black oil can, you thief turtle son, believe it or not, the old lady took a sickle and cut off the lump of flesh on the soles of your crotch feet."

The stilt took the scythe and went to cut Gu Yigui's crotch. Gu Yigui ran away with a crawler.

The high pole slapped Gu Yigui's frightened heart, and continued to dig up the three fighting cocks. But she won't dare to come here again in the future, Gu Yigui's old thing is more disgusting than a ghost when she thinks about it.

Little Tintin also got up early. When Xiaoqing was making breakfast, she ran out by herself. Last summer, Xiaoqing took her to find a cockfight a few times, and she quietly wrote down those places.

It rained for the first time of the summer today, and she wanted to go out and try her luck. She also planned it herself, and she would also dig up cockfights during the summer vacation. Last year, my sister took her to dig up the cockfight and sold it for hundreds of yuan. This year, my mother is gone, and I can't rely on my sister for everything. She is already a big child, and she can help the family with a little bit.

Walking through the place where my sister took her to dig the cockfight last year, she found nothing. Little Tintin was a little disappointed. This rain that has been longed for so hard has not been spared its gift?