Chapter 351: Catching Crickets

On the second day of New Year's Day, Chu Jiaqiang came back from the strawberry field. Just now he also found some strawberries in the strawberry field, and after eating two, they were a little sour. None of these out-of-season flavors are very authentic and not as normal as ripening.

took it home, Liang Yu and other girls took it all, and the girls liked to eat this thing, and they liked it even more if it was a little sour.

"What about the others?" Chu Jiaqiang found that Zhou Furong and other young and middle-aged men, as well as those children, were not at home, and asked with some doubts.

"Just now a child caught a cricket, and those guys couldn't bear it, so they ran to find the cricket one by one, ready to fight." Ye Caiping watched TV at home with her mother and a few women, holding a red panda in her arms.

Catching crickets? Chu Jiaqiang wondered, at this time, it is not easy to catch crickets. Anyone who knows crickets knows that the common cricket grows one generation a year and overwinters in the soil with its eggs. The eggs are laid in a single yield, and they are laid in the soil on the edge of the ridges, graveyards, and haystacks where there are many weeds and are sunny. The overwintering eggs are laid in October and hatch as nymphs in April~May of the following year. The nymph molts 6 times, 3~4 days each time, and it takes 20~25 days to emerge into an adult, and the adult lifespan is about five months.

As a result, the vast majority of crickets are now dead, leaving only eggs under the soil, waiting for spring to hatch. Therefore, it is difficult to catch crickets now, that is, there will be some in these warmer places in the south. In the north, you may not be able to find it after digging three feet into the ground.

Chu Jiaqiang is not good at staying at home, and now the family is full of women, and it is embarrassing to stay here, so he also went out.

In a cornfield, I saw Chen Wu and others drilling around in it, and Jackton was wearing a straw hat on his head. If this pattern is transmitted back to the United States, many people will definitely lose their glasses.

"Don't make a noise, don't move, this one is mine." Chen Wu shouted.

Everyone heard the crickets crying, and in order to avoid alarming the crickets and being run away, these guys all calmed down and followed the sound.

What makes Chu Jiaqiang incredible is that Zhou Lao, Hong Lao, Professor Wen, and Fu Shenglin are also there. These four old men are not young, right? Actually love to fight crickets?

Chu Jiaqiang still underestimated the charm of crickets, and fighting crickets has a history of thousands of years in China. In ancient times, everyone from the emperor to the common people loved this game activity.

Legend has it that the Merry Emperor Song Huizong loved to play with crickets, was captured by the Jin soldiers, escorted to the Jin Kingdom, passed by Ningjin, Shandong, and suddenly the accompanying luggage was scattered, and a small basin fell from the car, and a cricket popped out of it. Song Huizong saw this love insect, missed his homeland, couldn't help but feel sad, weeping and saying to the cricket, you go, eight hundred years later, you will dominate China. Exactly 800 years later, the first cricket cultural festival was held in Ningjin. Although this story is legendary, it shows the depth of Chinese insect culture.

It can be said that the Song Dynasty was the most popular golden moment for this gaming activity. In addition to the emperor, the Song Dynasty had two prime ministers of the dead country. One of them is Li Bangyan in the late Northern Song Dynasty, known as the "prodigal prime minister". The second is Jia Nidao in the late Southern Song Dynasty, who may as well be called "the prime minister of cricket". In his life, he fought cocks and horses, drank and slept with prostitutes, and did everything; After serving as prime minister, he often fought crickets with his concubines, and also summed up the experience of raising and fighting crickets, and wrote a "Promoting Weaving Sutra" to be handed down. He was autocratic, deceived the court, and finally gave half of the rivers and mountains to the Yuan army, and the people of the time scolded him as a "power traitor".

Speaking of which, everyone will inevitably feel a little ridiculous.

Zhou Furong was also the most unruly, he saw the cricket on the side of the corn seedling, and as soon as he reached out, he caught the cricket in his hand and shouted excitedly. Chen Wu looked like a cannibal: "Fat man, what do you mean, I have announced just now that this cricket is mine." ”

"Oops! You're so unreasonable! I caught the cricket, so why is it yours? "Zhou Furong is not muddy.

Chu Jiaqiang and the others leaned over to take a look, and the children in the village immediately booed and dispersed, obviously not optimistic about the cricket that Zhou Furong caught.

I saw that the cricket in Zhou Furong's hand had a flat head, the front end was flat, inclined forward, and the male head was obviously protruding to both sides.

"Third child, are you sure you want to fight with this cricket? You'll definitely have to take off your old bottom if you lose. Chu Jiaqiang said with a smile. This kind of cricket is the least desirable, and it is purely imaginary.

"Hmmm! It's called a big coffin cricket, and it doesn't fight. Hong Lao smiled.

Zhou Furong suddenly glared, and he didn't believe it, thinking that everyone would jointly deceive him, and when he threw these people away, he would catch them again. Won't fight? It doesn't look like it!

"If you stare at anything, you will say that you are uneducated, and you are not as good as the children in the village. This cricket is the mildest kind of cricket, and there is a folk saying that when you catch a lot of crickets, there is a big coffin cricket in it, and all the crickets will not fight. Zhou Lao said angrily.

Crickets, commonly known as weaving, crickets, crickets, and crickets, are a family of orthoptera insects that feed on plant stems and leaves, seeds, and roots, and are all agricultural pests. The body is black to brown, the head has long antennae, the hind legs are thick and jumping, and the hind legs are very explosive.

Its males are good at fighting, with the day and night out of the most, withdrawn by nature, usually a hole and a worm, the hair * period, the male insect only recruits female crickets to live in a hole. To facilitate the courtship call of male crickets, crickets have ear drums located slightly below the joints of the forefeet. The chirping of each type of cricket is different. Their call is to represent the temperature, and the female insect does not make a sound, and is commonly known as the three-tailed son.

"No, it won't! Am I so unlucky? I thought I had found a treasure. I won't fight and shout so loudly, wasting expressions. Zhou Furong threw the cricket away. The cricket escaped alive, and did not dare to linger, so he fled immediately.

"I heard that their cries don't come from their mouths." A donkey friend took a camera to capture the moment when the cricket escaped, and the technique was good.

Professor Wen nodded: "Yes, the wings are its vocal organs. Because on the right wing of the cricket, there is a short thorn like a file, and on the left wing, there are hard thorns like knives. The left and right wings are closed one by one, rubbing against each other. Shake your wings to make a pleasant sound. ”

"Forget it, this cornfield is no longer looking, let's change positions!" Li Quan patted the dirt on his hands and said.

A tourist was stunned and asked why, Chen Wu patted the guy: "You are stupid!" Didn't you hear about it just now? As long as there are big coffin crickets, the crickets here will not fight. ”

"Didn't this old man talk about folklore? Are you serious? The tourist said aggrievedly.

"Folklore is not groundless, there is some truth to it. Well, don't waste your time looking elsewhere. Hong Lao looked at a meadow in front of him.