It is a big thing to erect a monument to the ancestors, not only to choose an auspicious day, but also to look at the feng shui, even the direction of the stele and the depth of the soil are also very particular. According to the words of the Gu stonemason, Liu Zixuan's father has just passed away on the third anniversary, and it is now just after the Qingming Festival, which is a good time to erect a monument.www.biquge.info

On the third day of the fourth lunar month, Liu Zixuan got up early in the morning, and before the sun showed his face, he pulled a flatbed truck from Yanggongjing to move the carved stone tablet to his father's grave and erect it. Knowing that he was going to erect a monument on this day, Gu Nanyan also came over to help.

The stele was moved to the car, the climbing rope was hung on the shoulder, Liu Zixuan pulled in front, Gu Nanyan pushed in the back, and along a sheep intestine path, the two people pulled the flatbed car to the grave of their parents. Although the mountain road is relatively gentle, it is a small road after all, and it still takes some effort to pull a car to walk on it.

The sun overhead roasted the mountains and forests, there was no wind on the road, and the cicadas were like the cry of a group of dolls. The puller moved with difficulty, the car moved slowly, and after a while, both of them were sweating profusely, and they had to stop from time to time to catch their breath and rest.

More than half of the journey, Liu Zixuan was lowering his head and pulling the car, Gu Nanyan behind seemed to have stepped on a toad unintentionally, and suddenly screamed, she screamed like that, Liu Zixuan couldn't help but feel a stir when she heard it, and even the cicadas around her stopped for a while.

Stopped, Liu Zixuan turned his head to look at Gu Nanyan, and at that moment, he saw her eyes widen and look at the road in front of her in horror, as if she had seen a ghost.

Following Gu Nanyan's gaze, Liu Zixuan turned his head to look at the front of the road, and his gaze quickly fell on an animal on the side of the road. The moment he saw that creature, Liu Zixuan couldn't help but be taken aback - since the moment he was born in the Liu family, he was destined to have something to do with this unique species for the rest of his life - Huangpizi! Over the years, Liu Zixuan has seen countless yellow skins, whether it is a big or small male or female, or dead or alive, running or jumping, he has seen countless people, but the one he sees today is different from any one he has seen before.

Yellow skin, the most popular name is weasel, some places also call it yellow wolf or weasel, among all the names, only the weasel is well-known, and in fact, only this name is the most inappropriate, because it is neither a rat nor a wolf, but a small ferret, therefore, they also have a scientific name called weasel. Probably because the fur of this animal is mostly brown or orange-yellow, people always put the word "yellow" in front of their name.

Between the mountain forests of Rabbit Hill and Niutoupo, there is a transition zone from grassland to woodland, where a wide variety of dwarf shrubs grow, this bush is convenient for concealed vegetation cover and sufficient and abundant food sources, creating an excellent living space for weasels, so that they can reproduce and grow in this hotbed, it is because of the large number of weasels living on this land, it provides the possibility for the existence of hunters, Liu Zixuan's father was alive, It is with the extraordinary ability to hunt weasels that the family is able to maintain food and clothing.

Although the weasel is small, it hides a huge economic value, and their fur is comparable to that of mink, so it is expensive; Not only that, but the hair on the weasel's tail can also be used to make valuable brushes, which are often referred to as wolf hair, which is obtained from them; In addition to these two, even its flesh and bones are also precious medicinal materials, which are recorded in many pharmacopoeia.

Although the weasel has a huge wealth on its body, it does not mean that the hunter can kill them at will, only after the light snow season, the weasel fur will become precious, after the light snow, they will change winter hair one after another, and the skin surface begins to grow a thick layer of fluff to resist the cold, it is precisely this layer of fine fluff that is the essence of the weasel fur. Therefore, among all hunters, there has always been an unwritten rule that weasels are allowed to be killed only after winter.

However, most people learn about weasels not because of their precious fur, but through the mysterious tales that are widely circulated among the people.

Weasel stories can be listed on any land, and those stories vary from one side to another, telling the story of the weasel's exploits as well as the intricate entanglement between this humble small animal and a powerful human. It is often said that weasels can possess and charm, can speak through people's mouths, can put people to death, and even worse, say that they are spirits, demons, and the embodiment of evil...... Those bizarre stories not only express people's hatred of weasels, but also invisibly reveal their awe for them. In the long run, people's hatred and reverence for this species are undoubtedly beneficial for their survival. Compared to other species, this is what sets weasels apart.

However, in the eyes of the hunters, the legends about the weasel were obviously unreliable, and in their eyes, the weasel was nothing more than a prey with precious fur, so they used to call it the yellow skin. Liu Zixuan's father is a well-known ferret, when he was alive, as long as he was upwind, as long as he looked at the toe prints on the ground, he could know how many weasels were nearby, including a few big ones, a few small ones, a few males, and a few females...... If he wanted to, he could easily wipe out a large group of weasels. This skill made all the weasels living near Niutoupo afraid of him...... But who would have expected that in the third year after the death of this master of the weasel hunter, his son was on his way to erect a monument to him, but a weasel blocked his way.

(To be continued)