Even though it was just over an hour before it got dark, it wasn't hard for me to pull a basket of hogweed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The other day I looked at a place where there was a large field of hemp and purple leaves, which pigs like to eat, and it didn't take half an hour to fill the basket.

But to get there, you have to climb Eagle Rock, and you can't go up with your sister. There was a chest-deep pool under the cliff, and it was too dangerous to leave my sister alone. But I can't leave my sister alone at home, she's used to following me, and she's timid, and she'll cry so much when she's alone at home.

At this time, I thought of my mother and sister, Teacher Yang and Ou Meiyu. Aren't you going to send fish and crabs over, just send them now, and leave your sister there casually. My sister also likes Ou Meiyu, her mother is amiable, and her sister will play there with peace of mind. I'll pick her up when I'm going to pull the pigweed back.

I carried a bucket and a bamboo basket, specially carried a firewood knife, and took my sister into Uncle Liang's yard, Uncle Guan and her mother sat in the patio talking, Ou Meiyu sat on a chair on the side, and when she saw me enter the courtyard, her eyes lit up, and she wanted to say something to me. My sister called "Sister Liyu" and ran to her side, I smiled at her, put the bucket in front of Guan Boniang and my mother-in-law, Teacher Yang, and said:

"This is the fish and crab I just caught in the Xiaojiang (tank), it's about enough to eat two meals, and you can share it between my aunt and my mother." After speaking, he turned to his sister who was standing in front of Ou Meiyu and said, "I still have to pull pigweed, Xiaojing, you play with Sister Meiyu here, and my brother will pick you up later." “

Without waiting for my sister to agree, I picked up a bamboo basket and turned around and left. Behind him, there was an exclamation from his mother: "Hey! Xianghong: Where did you catch so many fish and crabs? “

"I caught it in the small river next to the village." I didn't answer.

"Red lady, you have brought so much, have you kept it at home?" Guan Boniang's nice voice came from behind him.

I didn't answer, but hurried over the threshold, out of her yard, and hid behind the wall, pretending not to hear. Unexpectedly, I heard my sister's voice:

"My brother didn't let me stay, saying that he would catch it tomorrow, all of which were for my aunt and aunt to try, and I also wanted to make up for Sister Meiyu."

I was a little embarrassed and made a face alone, but I actually wanted to keep some of it for my own food. After all, the three of them worked hard to carve a mountain, so they should always give each of them a taste of fish, right? And I'm hungry myself. Later, I thought about it, I can't just give it to my mother, Mr. Yang, and not to Uncle Guan. It's so much, it's a little too little to make three parts, and I'm in a hurry to pull the pigweed, and it's too late to delay, so I just pretend to be generous, and I mentioned it all, of course my sister is not happy.

"Mother, you mentioned it quickly and let me see. Oops, that's a lot! Hey! Xiaojing, I'll play a riddle (riddle) for you to guess. “

"Okay! My favorite guessing puzzle is my favorite. My brother taught me a lot of riddles, you name it. “

"Eight feet, raising the drum, dancing in front of two scissors, born rampant and domineering, often spit bubbles in the mouth. What is it? Can you guess? “

"This, this, my brother Mo taught me ......"

I vaguely heard the pleasant voices of my sister and Ou Meiyu. Isn't this riddle what I asked her to guess yesterday? I was a little proud, quickened my pace and walked out of the village, jumping happily on the ridge path, and singing to the green hills:

Hey, what a water fight,

Hey Hello Hey,

What water rises from a tall building,

Hey Hello Hey,

What water surface parasols,

What is the surface of the water with white heads......

When the sunset in the western sky was dyed red by the setting sun, I reached the small pool under Eagle Rock. The sunset is very beautiful here, Eagle Rock is a branch of the stream rushing to the creek, is sandwiched in the middle by the green mountains on the left and right sides, more than two zhang high, a sharp curved stone protrudes from the upper right corner, some like the eagle's sharp beak, so it is named Eagle Rock. A small mountain water flows down from the cliff more than two zhang high, and after being blocked by the bulge in the middle of the cliff stone, it scatters and floats down, forming a small waterfall rain, which stirs up a mist on the water surface of the small pool.

I looked at the small pool, there were two big mud-skinned frogs in this small pool, the sound was like a drum, the eardrums were shocking, many people had seen it, but unfortunately as soon as they saw people, they dived into the bottom of the pool, hid in the cracks of the stones, and could not catch them.

It was not early, and I had no intention of looking for them, so I looked up at the top of the cliff. Eagle Rock is very steep and slippery, concave and convex, the front is impossible to climb up and down, only along the slope on the left side of the cliff, grab the firewood and shrubs on the side to climb up, and then detour back to the cliff.

I took a breath, put the basket underneath, pinned the hatchet to the waistband of my trousers, on which were hemp leaves and purple bark trees, cut it with a hatchet, bundled it together, threw it from above, and then came down and put the leaves into the basket. With the help of firewood, grass and shrubs, I climbed my hands and feet, and it took me seven or eight minutes to reach the top of the cliff.

There is a flat land on the right side of the cliff top, overgrown with wild hemp and catalpa bark trees, because of the long-term dampness, it is very fresh and lush, it seems that I don't have to change places for half a month.

I wiped a handful of sweat beads from my forehead, took off the firewood knife on the waistband of my trousers, and was about to go to the field to cut wild leprosy and catalpa skin, when my eyes inadvertently glanced at the outstretched eaglespewstone, and I was immediately stunned, and I screamed, and cold sweat immediately broke out.

More than a foot away from me, a large coiled snake and a large golden weasel were facing each other. Disturbed by my intervention, they stopped fighting and stared in my direction. I held my mind, clenched my knives, stared at them, and did not dare to move.

I recognized that the snake was the most poisonous five-step snake we had here, also known as the five-step down, and later I learned "The Snake Catcher Said" in the textbook, and I knew that the Yongzhou snake that Liu Zongyuan said was a five-step snake.

This kind of poisonous snake is rare in our place, and occasionally it is not a small snake, like this five-step snake with the thickness of my arm, it can be regarded as a big snake, and its power is naturally extraordinary. At this moment, it held its fork-like triangular head high, and the letter in its mouth kept stretching and contracting, and seeing that there was no movement on my side, the snake's head turned slightly, and aimed at the weasel a few steps away.

The weasel was also quite large, lying on the ground, with its long tail dragging behind him, and the whole thing looked like it was about three feet long, and I estimated that it was almost two feet long, and it only looked at me twice, and did not seem to care about my presence, but it did not let down its vigilance against the snake at all.

I looked closely, and the snake was coiled, the front of its chest and abdomen was swollen and swollen, and its body was scarred, and the skin was broken and bleeding in many places; The weasel was covered in water, its hair was scattered, and its body seemed to tremble slightly, but its hair was thick and long, and it was impossible to see if there were any injuries on its body. It seems that they must have been fighting for a long time, and the two sides are evenly matched, and they do not please each other, and both sides are defeated. Now it's up to you to see who falls first and loses first.

Actually, I am naturally afraid of snakes, and I usually encounter snakes. No matter how big or small, if it is toxic or not, I will hide away and never provoke it. I didn't want to provoke at this moment, I wanted to quietly retreat, so I moved backwards, but the snake came out with its head and neck held high.

It probably wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but unfortunately its body was seriously injured and inflexible, and the weasel was already on guard, rushed over, hugged its body with a pair of front feet, and bit its neck.

The serpent rolled over violently, its coiled body stretched out, and its short bald tail "snapped" against the rocks. Although the weasel did not let go, the front foot of the snake was slipped, and the big snake turned its head and bit its right hind leg, and the two sides twisted together, and you came and went, and quickly rolled towards the place where I stood, and the ugly triangular snake head let go of the weasel, and instead devoured me.

I panicked, the wood knife in my hand subconsciously slashed forward and down, even I didn't believe it, the knife I cut out indiscriminately saved me, and it happened to cut at the head of the snake that devoured me. A sharp wood knife cut the snake's head through it, and half of it fell in front of my feet. Foul-smelling blood sprayed on my pants.

I retreated again and again, and finally I couldn't retreat, and I was knocked down by the bushes behind me, and sat on the firewood and grass.

The snake, which had lost half of its head, suddenly paused, and its body writhed and convulsed, and finally stopped after a long while. And the huge weasel also seemed to be very wounded, and fell to the ground and stared at the five-step snake that I had hacked to death, but did not stiffen. After a long time, it crawled slowly to the opposite rock, and after a few steps it stopped, leaving a pool of blood behind it, as if it had exhausted its strength, and ran out of oil on its way.

After a long while, it was still crawling there and not moving. At this time, I had woken up, held the firewood knife tightly and stood up, the mountain wind was blowing, I felt cold on my body, and when I looked down, the single cloth shirt stained with snake blood on my body had been soaked with sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stain my body.

By this time, the fiery clouds on the top of the western mountain had dimmed, and the valley was a little dark, and it would not be long before it would be dark.

I remembered my mission and purpose, and hurried towards the wild hemp. He turned his head sideways, and couldn't help but glance at the dead snake that had stopped moving and the weasel that seemed to be waiting for death. This look made me stop again.

The weasel had now turned around and was lying on the rock facing me, its long neck stretched out, its little pointed head slightly raised, and a pair of tempeh eyes looking at me, and I could feel as if it was begging, and it seemed to be crying. Now I was taken aback again.

To be honest, I fear snakes and hate them, but I don't have a good feeling for weasels either. I usually see this thing, although it is not big, and it looks beautiful and cute on the outside, but it has a bad reputation and is very cunning and fierce. They occasionally go to the village to steal chickens and ducks. When you are fierce, you can fight with dogs, dare to bite, and fart. It's really the kind of stinky fart that can stun people. There is also a legend that it will become a spirit demon, usually encountered, we generally just stomp and clap a few times from afar, scared it away from the smoke and escape.

I could see that this rare big weasel in front of me was exhausted and waiting to die, apparently being bitten more than once during a vicious fight with the big snake, and was seriously injured and poisoned. It was impossible for it to get out alive. But why is it staring at me? A weasel who is seriously injured and about to die, I will not provoke it no matter what.

Looking at the weasel lying on the rock, there was no ferocity in its eyes, there seemed to be a kind of begging, and there was liquid spilling out of its eyes, wetting the hair under its eyes, and I was sure that it was crying. They all say that this thing is smart and psychic, and now I believe it. It doesn't want to die and wants me to help it, but how can I help it?

At this moment, my heart was suddenly filled with a sense of compassion, I put down the firewood knife, walked over slowly, stopped about three feet away from it, squatted down, stretched out my right hand, wanted to stroke its furry head, stretched out halfway I hesitated and retracted, it looked at me, I also looked at it, and whispered to it:

"Do you want me to save you? You were so badly injured, and you were bitten by such a big five-step snake, no one can save you except the gods, I can't save you. The only thing I can do is that if you die, I will dig a pit in the hemp leaf soil and bury you, lest you be eaten by anything else, or picked up and skinned and sold. I still have something to do, I have to chop some hemp leaves to make hogweed, or my mother will beat me. “

After saying that, I stood up, the weasel's eyes followed me up, moist and peaceful, and there seemed to be reluctance, and there were two faint and low "cooing" sounds from my mouth, it seemed to understand my words, and wanted to express something, but unfortunately I couldn't understand it, and I didn't have more thoughts.

I stepped back, picked up the firewood knife, walked quickly to the wild hemp field, swung the knife and slashed hard, estimated that it was almost there, and then tied it into two bundles with the wild hemp pole, and carried it to the edge of the cliff and rolled down the cliff. Later, go down the cliff and put the leaves into the basket.

When I was done, I went to see the weasel crouching on the rock on the right. Its tempeh eyes were closed, and I went and stabbed it with the hemp stalk in my hand, but it didn't move, and I was sure it was really dead.

Being bitten by such a large five-step snake is a person who has died several times, not to mention its little weasel? I sighed for no reason, reached out and grabbed it by the neck, and gently lifted it up. I was amazed in my heart, it looked like such a big weasel, and it was so light? It is estimated that it will only look like three or four catties. I muttered and walked towards the wild hemp field.

It's also that I'm too short to lift its body off the ground, and its long tail is all dragged on the ground, and I can't care so much when I see that it's getting late.

On a dry loess slope above the wild hemp field, I was so tired that I was covered with mud and sweat, and it took a lot of effort to dig out a small soil pit more than two feet long, eight or nine inches wide, and more than one foot deep. I put the weasel's carcass in all four feet on its head, tail, and tail, and there was a slight surplus except for the long tail whiskers curled up on its belly. I took one last look at the golden-skinned, long-haired, short-limbed, and still soft weasel weasel and backfilled the dirt with my own hands.

This is much faster than the pit just now, only a short time, a small small small grave bag has been piled up, I clapped my hands, picked up the firewood knife and walked to the cliff. When passing by the cliff, I couldn't help but look at the dead snake twisting on the rock with disgust, and carefully walked around.

Don't dare to delay any longer, and if you delay any longer, you will definitely not be able to get home before dark. I pinned the firewood knife to my waist, pulled the firewood and shrubs with both hands, carefully descended from the left side of the cliff to the edge of the waterhole step by step, hurriedly opened the two bundles of hemp leaves and purple leaves, picked the young leaves into the bamboo basket, and discarded the branches by the edge of the pool.

Hurrying and hurrying, when I saw my house with a basket full of pigweed, the soft light of the kerosene lamp was already shining through the window, and I walked into the door and let out a long breath.