This process of setting the trap was really painful for the old squire's grandfather, because the smell of the little monkey's corpse was simply unbearable, and the old squire's grandfather wanted to pour some wine on his body, or take a few sips of wine, to dilute this terrible rancid smell, but he was afraid that this smell of wine would arouse the suspicion of the fox, so he could only endure it.

And, in order to prevent himself from vomiting, which could also be sniffed by the fox, the old squire's grandfather had to refrain from eating.

In order to catch the blood-colored fox, the old squire's grandfather really went to great lengths.

Finally, everything was arranged, and the old squire's grandfather still secretly lay in the original position, using branches and leaves as a camouflage, waiting for the fox's arrival.

The blood-colored fox usually came to the water source in the early morning to drink, and the latest time was not until noon. Therefore, the grandfather of the old squire was the night before, and all had a qiē ready.

He tied the feet of the female monkey with vines, and in order to prevent the female monkey from resisting violently, the grandfather of the old squire also specially poured a special herb for the female monkey. This herb is called "drunken grass", and after drinking the soup made from this "drunken grass", the animal will be weak, limp and confused.

The medicine really worked, and after the mother monkey drank the medicine, she really became much more docile.

But until the sun rises, the blood-colored fox still does not appear, and the old squire's grandfather begins to be a little unbreathable, but the more anxious he is, the more he dares not be careless, for fear that this carefully arranged trap will be wasted.

The sun rose higher and higher, and there were more and more other animals that came to this water source to drink, hares, wild deer, and all kinds of birds, and even a few ordinary foxes, but when they waited and waited, they did not see the blood-colored fox coming.

As the power of the medicine slowly subsided, the female monkey who was tied to her hind legs began to slowly break free, and the more she broke free, the more powerful she became.

This made the old squire's grandfather even more angry, and he secretly complained in his heart, if this continued, before the fox came, the mother monkey would break free, and then the hard work of the past few days would be completely in vain.

In this big mountain, although the temperature is not high, the grandfather of the old squire lying there can feel that his chest and back have been soaked with sweat.

After waiting for a while, it was already noon, but the fox still did not appear, and by this time there were no other animals on the water source except for a few birds.

And the female "old monkey", as if she had fully woken up, began to desperately break free from the vines under her feet, and the grandfather of the old squire could clearly see that after the mother monkey broke free for a long time, the vines tied to its feet began to loosen more and more, as if it was about to be completely detached.

At this time, the grandfather of the old squire felt that he should go over and tie the vine again, otherwise the female monkey would soon be able to break free completely.

But just as he was about to move, a gust of mountain wind blew, and he suddenly smelled a very strong fishy smell, which he knew all too well—the smell of a fox's fart. He looked around, and there wasn't a single fox, but where did the smell come from?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through the old squire's grandfather's mind—could it be that the blood-colored fox was also lying in ambush around? And is also quietly observing、This tied female monkey?

So, the thought of going over to tie up the monkey was immediately dispelled, and the old squire's grandfather, taking a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and squinted his eyes in the direction from which the stench came.

When the old squire's grandfather was a child, he heard the elders say that a person with small eyes is the most suitable for being a hunter, and generally this kind of person will see farther than ordinary people, and it just so happens that he has this advantage.

(When my cousin said this, he deliberately added that this view is actually very scientific, because the Buyouman people of South Africa, with small eyes but sharp eyes, are experts at catching ostriches, lions, leopards and wolves, and can see things that ordinary people can only see with a telescope without a telescope.)

The grandfather of the old squire, who was very experienced in observing and searching for prey, always observed from the bottom up, not the other way around, because it was easier to find the target by observing from the bottom up.

With this superior observation ability, he suddenly saw a hint of bright red in a bush on the opposite hillside, just four or five meters away from the "old monkey", and he immediately realized, yes, that the blood-colored fox was indeed lying in ambush on the opposite hillside, and was also observing the female monkey.

It is likely that the fox was afraid that this was a trap, so he held back the delicious food in front of him with great endurance and did not rush to eat it.

The old squire's grandfather knew that because this kind of "old man monkey" was already very rare in the mountains, the blood-colored fox seemed to not eat other animals, but it was conceivable that the blood-colored fox might not have eaten for a long time, so that its body would be very limited, so it should rush over and eat the "old man monkey" before the "old man monkey" escaped, so as to save the body, so as not to have enough body to chase once the monkey escaped.

And the reason why the fox doesn't rush over now, is still afraid that this is a trap, judging by this shape, until the last moment, the blood-colored fox will not rush over, it seems that it knows how to minimize the risk.

But it may not have expected that the hunter on the other side is more "cunning" than it. The trick of the blood-colored fox was seen through by the old squire's grandfather.

After seeing through the fox's trick, the old squire's grandfather was immediately relieved, he made up his mind, as long as the fox didn't move, he would definitely not move first, it was no big deal, if the monkey escaped, he could try again in the future, the important thing was that he must not expose himself this time.

At this time, there was still the last thin vine that had not been broken, and the "old man monkey" seemed to remember something, and it bent down and began to bite the thin vine with its teeth.

It didn't take a few strokes to bite off the thin vine heel.

Almost as soon as the mother monkey bit off the vine, the blood-colored fox finally pounced, only to see it grab the mother monkey's neck, and without hesitation, want to drag it out quickly, instead of eating the monkey on the spot.

From this alone, it can also be seen how vigilant and cunning the fox is, but the old squire's grandfather allowed it to drag the monkey elsewhere, and when the blood-colored fox just came out, the old squire's grandfather pulled down the mechanism, and the cage hidden among the branches and leaves of the big tree quickly lowered, just enveloping the fox inside.

At the moment when the fox was covered in a cage, the old squire's grandfather, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, jumped up excitedly, and all the tiredness, hunger, and restlessness were swept away at this moment, and all that remained was ecstasy.

And the fox, crazy in the cage, it jumped up and down desperately, let out a sharp, terrifying cry, and kept slamming the cage with all parts of its body, hoping to rush out, especially its mouth full of fangs, which kept barking, making people shudder.

The old squire's grandfather stood beside him, looking at the angry fox in the cage, and not only a little frightened, from the sharpness and speed of the fox attacking the monkey, the old squire's grandfather understood better than anyone how dangerous and fierce this kind of fox was.

After tossing for half an hour, the fox seemed a little overwhelmed, after all, it hadn't eaten or drunk for so long, and its body consumption was too great.

The old squire's grandfather saw that it was almost done, and quickly took out a handful of herbs from his arms, lit them at the upwind port of the cage, and then covered his nose with a wet towel and ran away.

The lit herb gave off a choking smell, and the fox, who was already a little exhausted in the cage, choked on the smoke emitted by the herb, coughed a few times, and then let him fall to the ground like drunk.

At this time, the grandfather of the old squire did not hesitate, and hurriedly took his leather hunting bag, rushed to the edge of the cage, first put the fox over with an iron hook, and then used a long iron tongs to reach into the cage, snap a few times, and cut off all the bones of the fox's four legs, while the fur was intact.

Then he opened the cage door, took out the fox who had passed out, and tightly strangled the fox's mouth three times with a cow leash, so that the fox completely lost its ability to attack, and could no longer escape.

When he returned, he put the fox, which was no longer able to stand and walk, in a small iron cage, cut off the strip of leather from its mouth, and fed it every day.

Because the grandfather of the old squire understood that living should be worth a lot more than dying.

But the fox, as if he understood something, began to go on a hunger strike, and perhaps the fox felt that this was the only way for him to resist now.

But the grandfather of the old squire, who is a veteran hunter, is not nervous at all, because he is confident and knows how to deal with the situation.

He still smoked the fox with that herb, and as soon as the fox was smoked, his consciousness began to blur, because he was too hungry, out of instinct, he would eat some food unconsciously, and in this way, it had been more than half a year, and in winter, the plague slowly dispersed and people's lives began to return to normal.

The grandfather of the old squire put the fox in a cloth bag, and after going down the mountain, he hired a carriage and walked for three days and three nights until he came to the provincial capital.

In the past, after he hunted prey in the mountains, he often sent the best of them to the mansions of some dignitaries and nobles, and after so many years, he also became familiar with the personnel in charge of procurement in various prefectures, so he came this time, and he was familiar with the road, and went straight to the mansion of the richest salt merchant in the province.

When the salt merchant heard that there was a blood-red fox, he was very shocked and hurriedly inspected it himself.

This salt merchant is well-informed, because he has long heard that when Emperor Qianlong was in the first dynasty, there was a medicine merchant in Shanxi who paid tribute to a blood-colored fox from this place, so that Emperor Qianlong was happy, and since then, the Jin merchant has soared.

Now that he heard that someone had sent such a blood-colored fox, how could he not be excited?

When the salt merchant saw this fox with a bright red body and no miscellaneous hair, he felt deeply shocked, but the only regret was that all four legs of this beautiful fox were broken.

The old squire's grandfather told the salt merchant that this kind of fox was unusually fast, and very fierce, so he was afraid that it would run away, and that it would hurt people, so he had to deal with it in this way, but this fox fur was so smooth and beautiful, so in the end it was necessary to peel off its fur and make it into a coat and hat, which was the best use, and the salt merchant heard that he was also reasonable, so he nodded again and again.