The westerly sunlight sprinkled me through the mottled branches and leaves of the nearby pine cedars, and in the silent mid-mountain, the tinkling of the trickle and the chirping of mountain birds were particularly fresh and pleasant, and the white clouds under the blue sky were fluttering leisurely, and there were rock eagles coiling and gliding in the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoSitting on the mossy rocks, breathing in the air mixed with the smell of dead branches and leaves in the fragrance of trees and flowers, I slowly calmed down.

I thought that I would go down the water later, picking the young green pigweed stems and leaves on both sides of the mountain stream, and I guess before the bottom of the mountain was full, and I could catch crabs in the mountain stream along the way. This section of the mountain is full of thorns, several narrow and steep places are not easy to go up and down, very few people come up to catch crabs, and I will definitely be able to harvest again, and fulfill the promise of sending a lot of crabs to my sister Ou Meiyu.

I couldn't help but feel a little excitement at the thought of this, and the disappointment and decadence were swept away, and I stood up and roared "ah", and the mountains responded, and the echo drifted away for a long time, and the frightened chickadees flew out of a large flock, chirping noisily and falling into the distant woods. At that moment, I heard a slight "squeak" behind me.

What's being called? I turned around to look for the source of the cry, and the cry came and went, intermittently, and I found myself close to me, but there was nothing near me except the not very large stone I was sitting on, and there was firewood, grass and green vines beside it.

I carried a hatchet and cleared the perimeter, and when the screaming resumed, I was sure that the cry came from the ground, under the stones. There's something under this stone.

I was so excited, there really were weasels. For some reason, I'm sure it's the cry of a little weasel. I dropped the firewood knife and stretched out my hands to lift the stone, but strangely, the stone was only slightly loose, according to my estimate, this stone is not too big, at most dozens of catties, it is difficult for me to hold it, but it is absolutely okay to lift or turn it. I changed the direction and adjusted the force to push and push, but it still didn't work.

It's weird! I picked up the firewood knife and cleared all the firewood, grass, dead leaves, moss and vines around the stone with a faint cry, and found that less than a foot from the stone there was a small stone cave the size of my fist covered by dead leaves, and the sound came from there.

In such a small stone cave, snakes and rats obviously have no problem getting in and out, but for me, I can only reach into one hand, and I can't and dare not reach in. The only way to know what to do is to move the stone and see what is going on below.

I looked at the stone and could conclude that it was not rooting stone, and the crevices around it showed that it stood on top of the shallow earth, and that it could loosen slightly, so why couldn't it be opened?

The squeaking sound was faint and agitated, and it was evident that it was in a hurry to get out when it heard movement outside. I pondered for a moment, then cut down a larger branch, peeled off the branches and leaves, leaving a bare stick of about three feet, and slowly poked into the small stone cave.

Anyway, the stone can't be opened, I don't know what is going on inside, is it a weasel that squeaks? It's just a matter of improvisation, and I just want to see how deep this little hole is, and if there's anything else hidden, that's all.

There is no intention to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows. Many things in this world are like this, which is why there are coincidences and adventures.

That's what I'm in right now.

I squatted sideways, staring at the entrance of the small stone cave, and slowly poked the wooden stick into the hole with my left hand, for fear that snakes, insects or wild beasts would come out and hurt me. The stick was blocked halfway through, and I couldn't get in even harder, because the cave seemed to be only so deep.

I was tinkering with my stick in the small stone cave, but nothing wild came out of it. The thing didn't come out, but the stick seemed to be stuck, and I couldn't pull it out with all my strength, and a miracle happened:

I heard a rattling sound, and when I looked up, I saw that the stone that I had been trying to move with all my might was slowly turning clockwise, and then, the moss-covered rock above the stone cracked, slowly revealing a low hole that could be entered side by side with two bodies like me.

I was dumbfounded, my heart racing. The hole in the dream seems to be so big, and what I saw in the dream turned out to be real. I rubbed my eyes and reached out and twisted my leg again, I couldn't believe it, I suspected that I was in a dream again, but the basket sky above my head, the sun slanting in the west, and the pain in my leg told me that it was not in a dream, everything was real.

The sound of "squeaking" was heard clearly again, and I took a closer look into the cave. It was sunny outside, but inside the cave it was dark, and nothing could be seen. I leaned over and picked up the entrance of the cave, and after a while my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I found that the narrow and low hole was about two or three feet into the big hole.

With the light of the cave entrance, it should look quite spacious, and two small weasels with yellowish brown fur and bodies about the size of my palms were huddled together on the passage of the cave entrance, slowly crawling out and barking.

I stretched out my hands, picked them up, and held them to my chest, and at this moment, I was convinced of everything in my dream.

The two poor little weasels were the sons and daughters of the big weasel, and their mother and siblings were eaten by the hateful five-step snake, and their father fought to the death for revenge, and finally died of poison. If it weren't for their father's dream of finding me here, they would have starved to death in this cave.

The corners of my eyes were moist as I looked at these two cute little fluffy creatures that were screaming in their throats that were almost like whimpering, and they were hungry.

The fight between the weasel and the five-step snake took place the day before yesterday. Then their mother must have died in the belly of the snake the day before yesterday or earlier, which means that they have been hungry for at least two days. Gotta feed it quickly. I thought about it for a moment, carried them in my arms with my left hand, picked up the wood knife with my right hand, walked to the spring, picked a handful of wide shrub leaves and put them in a bamboo basket, and carefully put them in.

That's when I took a closer look at them. The little guy has opened his eyes, his eyes are round and shiny, his head is a little pointed, his limbs are short, his tail is slender, his whole body is yellowish-brown, dark at the top and shallow at the bottom, his belly coat is close to grayish, there is a circle of white hair on the front of his mouth and neck, but his face is black-brown, which is very beautiful and lovely. The little ones who were croaking together huddled together and looked at me with their little heads raised.

I took a little water out of the leaves, put it to their mouths, let them lick and suck, and after a second time, they stopped sucking. I carried my basket down the hill. I had to catch a few loaches or small fish for them to eat, and there were only crabs in this part of the mountain, and the small fish loaches could not come up the cliff, so they had to go to the bottom of the mountain to find them.

In the creek at the foot of the mountain, I had a lot of effort to catch three loaches and two small fish with summer flowers, and when I gave them to eat, I found that they had not yet grown teeth and could not eat. I thought about it, killed the small fish and loaches with a firewood knife, pressed them on the stones and cut them into small pieces, washed them in the stream and fed them to them.

The little one was really hungry, and after eating the three loaches, he curled up next to each other and fell asleep in the bamboo basket. I wrapped two small chopped fish in sycamore leaves, carried the basket and returned to the stone cave on the mountainside.

When I entered the cave, I found that it was a large stone chamber. There are stone benches, stone tables and stone chairs in the stone room, and there is a hole behind the stone room that leads to the inside, there is no fire on the body, and the light at the cave entrance is limited. I thought I'd wait until tomorrow to bring a flashlight in and take a look inside.

I walked around the shady stone chamber with great care, not daring to touch anything inside.

This is due to the fact that I usually read a lot of books and miscellaneous, and I know that there are some seniors in the world who are proficient in the production of various hidden weapons. I suspect that this stone chamber must have been inhabited by a high-ranking person a few years ago. The mechanism at the entrance of the cave is so cleverly arranged, there must be something else in it. If you accidentally touch the mechanism and lock yourself up here and can't get out, wouldn't it be a little life?

There was a small nest of dry weeds near the stone wall near the entrance of the cave, I took out the two little weasels and put them in, the little one opened his eyes and looked at me, curled up and continued to sleep, I wrapped the small fish pieces with sycamore leaves and opened them and put them on the edge of the nest, touched their soft hair, and slowly exited the stone cave.

Standing outside the cave and looking at the opening, I thought it couldn't just be opened, I had to close the door. This stone cave with a mechanism should be a secret cave that no one knows, I accidentally found and opened it, but I don't know anything about the secrets inside, I don't want anyone else to know about this secret cave, whether it's for the safety of the two little weasels, or my own selfishness.

The key to opening the door is this small hole, this small hole has a mechanism, I just used a small stick to touch the mechanism in it, and then the door of the hole was opened, this is a bit like unlocking, this small hole is the keyhole, my wooden stick is the key, insert it and poke it, and it will open, but how can I lock the door again?

The secret is supposed to be in the small caves and rocks, but now I don't know. Regardless of it, I don't know about it anyway, just like at the beginning, it's not a blind bump?

I thought about it, stretched out my hands to pull out the wooden stick in the hole, and with great effort, the stick was pulled out, but the door of the cave did not respond. It was useless to tinker with it for a while. I gave up tinkering, and it seemed like I had to find another way.

I think I'm on the right track. This small stone cave is just a keyhole for unlocking, and it seems that the key to closing should be on that stone.

I put down the stick, reached out and grabbed the stone, thinking that when I opened the door of the cave just now, I saw the stone slowly turning to the right clockwise, so is the reversal closed? I pushed the stone to the left, but I couldn't pull it, I held my breath, and used all my strength to push and pull it, but there was still no response, I sat on the ground in frustration, and it seemed that the stone door could not be closed.

After resting for a while, I was unwilling to go around the stone to see if there was any other trick, and this turn really made me find a small hole in the stone. The hole was smaller than the keyhole, and under the side of the stone, it was originally covered by a thick layer of moss, but it was only revealed when the moss fell off because of my pushing, pulling, and pulling.

But this hole is so small, I gestured, I can only put two or two fingers into it, adult adults, I'm afraid I can only put in at most one, the stick that opened the lock just now is a little too big to insert in. I was a little excited, so I cut the trunk of a shrub about the size of a bush with a firewood knife, cut off the branches and leaves, and slowly sent it inside.

The stone was not big, the small hole was very shallow, and it was blocked by half a foot. I did the same, pulled out a section, and smashed it hard, only to hear a slight "click", the stone moved, sure enough, it turned slowly to the left, as the stone turned, the hole slowly closed, and in front of me was a mossy rock.

It's just that due to the opening and closing just now, most of the moss at the joints of the hole has fallen off, and if you look closely, there is a trace of the hole. Of course, people who don't know will not care and doubt when they see it.

I picked up the stick and checked the switch again, and sure enough, I was so excited that I circled around the stone twice, and I almost couldn't hold back and was about to sing loudly.