Chapter 203: The Fox Retaliates

"Oh." Poor Xiucai withdrew his eyes from his friend and turned his attention to the note, "Luo Fu's words are really Juanxiu." Tonight is sure to be a good night. After speaking, he smiled with satisfaction, as if he had held the beautiful Luo Fu in his arms at this moment.

That night, Poor Xiucai had dinner early and was so happy. Ass left the chair a hundred thousand times and sat back, he wanted to see if the moon came out, whether the night was enough.

Patiently waited until the lights of ten thousand homes were on, and waited patiently until the lights of ten thousand homes were extinguished, Poor Xiu gently closed the door of the house and walked in the direction of Luo Shi's house. After he left, his friend showed the original form of a fox, and bit everything that Xiucai's house could bite, and everything that could be torn apart.

How many things are enough for this fox to toss in the poor Xiucai's house, which is nothing more than bottles and cans, broken bowls and broken beds. Speaking of why this fox deliberately took revenge on poor Xiucai, it was because of an inconspicuous thing.

Poor Xiucai came back from a long trip and found that there was a fox in the family stealing lard in the cupboard to eat. At that time, the rural people believed that foxes, like snakes, had a strong sense of revenge. If a child goes up to the mountain to chop wood for the first time, an adult will definitely tell him not to touch a fox or a snake when he sees it, or to kill it. If you touch it and let it escape, it will haunt you forever and harass you.

Personally, I haven't seen a fox with my own eyes, but I see a snake a lot. Due to the environment, the fox of my father's generation disappeared from view. Only Grandpa saw a real fox when he was young. By the time I'm that old I'm now, snakes are barely visible.

Sometimes I wonder if people like my grandfather will slowly decrease and disappear with the passage of time?

Talking about it, let's move on to the main topic. Poor Xiucai may have died early because his parents died early, and no one educated him; Perhaps it was because he was used to holding the pen too little, so he picked up a stick and slammed it at the fox twenty or thirty times, which made the fox bloody but still let the fox escape.

Poor Xiucai didn't have the intention of killing, mainly because that lard was extremely precious to him who was poor and sour, and if the lard was stolen and eaten, he didn't have the extra silver to buy fresh pork fat to fry the oil. When the fox fled, he did not chase and fight, but threw himself into the cupboard to see how much lard was left, whether it was enough for tonight's meal.

The fox then held a grudge and turned into a human form to associate with the lonely Xiucai, secretly looking for an opportunity to take revenge. The poor Xiucai's family is poor and has no wife and daughter. The fox did not steal, did not rob, did not harm, and there was no place to seek revenge. The fox had waited for two or three years to finally give it a chance. And only this time, it took the life of the poor Xiucai.

There is an uncle next door to my house who likes to catch snakes, and he has caught more than 1,000 snakes in his life, and he is addicted to catching them. Once, when he was carrying a load of wood and wood through a hillside, he saw a snake's tail the size of a fist peeking out of a snake hole with a large bowl mouth. Seeing that this huge snake is about to enter the hole. The bold uncle immediately dropped the firewood burden, pounced with open hands, grabbed the snake's tail, and dragged it out.

The snake must have known that someone had grabbed its tail in the hole, and desperately drilled into the snake hole, resisting the force of pulling out.

The uncle recounted his thrilling experience and said that the snake's vindictiveness was as heavy as that of a fox, and that he had to pull the snake out, otherwise his life would be threatened at all times.

A man, a snake, was in a stalemate on this hillside for a whole day. Later, the uncle was so exhausted that his hands were slightly slackened, and the snake fled into the cave with a "whoosh".

For the next five years, the snake continued to harass and intimidate him, and even our family, who lived next door, was terrified. In those five years, this uncle did not dare to raise pigs and chickens. I often hear the howl of a pig or chicken at night, and when someone comes out, I see a pool of blood under the pig or chicken.

The serpent had its tail wrapped around the beams of the house, and its head was hanging from the beams of the house, threatening to bite him. Fortunately, he has been dealing with snakes for many years, and his sense of smell is sensitive to the smell of snakes, so he woke up in time to repel the snake's attempts.

During these five years, he also searched for the snake's traces. They both wanted to put the other to death, but neither of them could succeed. During that time, due to excessive tension and long-term insomnia, he was so thin that he only had a few bones, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Later, when the grandfather found out about this, he ordered him to wear a very thick cotton coat, put a piece of pigskin on his body, and then deliberately drew out the snake. The snake bit him and released nearly a bowl of venom. He knew how people reacted after being injected with snake venom, pretending to twitch their hands and feet, and then rolling their eyes.

From then on, the serpent never came to his house again. But he did not change his will, and he still caught the serpent when he saw it.

I think that if Poor Xiucai met someone like his grandfather at that time, and that kind of person was willing to give Poor Xiucai guidance, maybe he would also wear a thick cotton coat to criticize a pigskin, so that the fox would bite a thousand holes. Maybe the fox won't be haunted anymore.

This unlucky poor Xiucai secretly climbed into the courtyard of the Luo family, and then sneaked into Luo Fu's boudoir. Before he saw Luo Fu's Yurong, he heard the sound of the door closing behind him. Then there was a good beating of the head and face.

"He's a fox deformed, give me a beating!" Rashiki's father shouted at the family.

Poor Xiucai felt that countless sticks were pumping behind him, and he hurriedly hugged his head and called for forgiveness.

Where was Luo Fu's father willing to listen, his beard was already angry, and he pointed his fingers and shouted: "Kill him, kill him." I'm responsible for someone's life. Beat me to death! Fight until he reveals the original form of a fox! ”

When the family members had this sentence from the master, they had a hard time, and the sticks rained down on Xiucai's legs, backs, shoulders, and heads. On weekdays, he only knows how to sing poetry, and how can Xiucai, who has no power to restrain the chicken, withstand such a good fight, only to feel that something in his stomach is churning and surging into his mouth. He couldn't help but open his mouth and squirt out a "wow".

A blood-red butterfly flew out of his mouth and landed on the opposite pillar.