"There is one more thing, we can't wait for the reply from the capital, we should also act in advance and prepare to catch the things of the witch rat." Zhao Shuang said with a smile.

Lin Chu didn't know why: "What to prepare?" How to prepare? ”

Zhao Shuang said: "Let's prepare according to the preferences of ordinary rats." ”

Lin Chu nodded: "It makes sense, witch rats are also rats, and they also have to eat and drink Lazar." ”

Zhao Shuang: "To prepare something to lure mice, I need to borrow someone from Lord Lin." ”

Lin Chu was unexpected, stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, borrow someone, who to borrow?" ”

Zhao Shuang: "Borrow your nephew, Young Master Lin Wenyi." ”

Lin Chu suddenly said: "What can Lezhi do?" "That timid nerd can only show off his literary brilliance and practical things in the elite circle of the capital, what can he do?

Zhao Shuang: "Whether the trapping witch rat can succeed depends on Ling's nephew." ”

Lin Chu really didn't think that his nephew with embroidered pillows could do anything, it was estimated that the little girl loved the beautiful boy, and she just made an excuse to get along with her nephew for a while.

He simply sent a favor: "I'll send someone to call Lezhi over, what else does Miss Zhao need her uncle to serve?" ”

"In addition to asking Lin Gongzi for help, I will wait for the news of Lord Lin's capital."

I'm really old, and the little girl doesn't need me at all.

After borrowing people, Zhao Shuang went back to the backyard of the county government to prepare.

What do rats like to eat?

Mice love rice.

Nonono, rats don't love to eat rice.

In the past, there was a children's favorite nursery rhyme that mothers loved to teach, called "Little Mice Stealing Oil to Eat".

The little mouse, on the lampstand, stealing oil to eat, can't get down, squeaks and squeaks grandma, hugs down.

The ancients were obviously wiser than the modern young singers, and rats were more fond of sesame oil than rice.

In ancient times, the method of using oil as fuel had not yet been invented, and the oil used to light lamps was not kerosene, but cooking oil.

When I went to the temple, I put money on the offering table, saying that it was sesame oil money, but in fact, it was used by monks and nuns to buy sesame oil to supply the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Of course, as for whether the monks and nuns buy sesame oil for the Buddha to light the lamp, it is not up to the believers.

In ancient times, there were also believers who directly donated sesame oil, rapeseed oil, and peanut oil from home to the temple and lit lamps to provide to the Buddha.

Therefore, the little mice in the folk nursery rhyme will go to the lampstand to steal oil and eat, because the lamp does have their favorite oil, even sesame oil.

However, it is obviously not enough to lure witch rats with sesame oil.

First, the volatile performance of sesame oil is not enough, it can't float too far away, and it can't attract a wide range, and second, just sesame oil, for a witch rat with a certain IQ and can be an accomplice to the murderer, the temptation is obviously not enough.

When it comes to volatile performance, what better way to find it than alcohol?

Such a God-given excuse can make the little cutie Lin Wenyi embark on the road of no return to winemaking, and if she doesn't use it, it will be a tyrannical thing.

Lin Wenyi quickly entered the door of the backyard of the county government.

In fact, he had wanted to come for a long time, but since the backyard of the county government lit a fire, Zhao Shuang didn't go to Rou Niang's house.

Zhao Shuang invited Lin Wenyi to go to the backyard of the county government as a guest, but Lin Wenyi pinched it, refusing on the grounds that Zhao Shuang had no brothers and it was not easy for him to enter the backyard of the county government.

After Lin Wenyi refused, Zhao Shuang simply didn't invite him again, anyway, he refused to make wine for himself, so let him dry.

This kind of desire to capture and indulge in the past made Lin Wenyi scratch his heart and lungs, and he looked forward to Rou Niang to invite him at the inn every day, but he looked forward to the messenger sent by Lin Chu.