I didn't see a few chickens in my house, less than ten in all, and there were three big roosters, and these roosters took those hens all day long, and ate them inside and outside our yard, so that they lived a good life.

Every day before dawn, these three roosters stand on the jujube tree, take turns to stalk their necks and crow, and when they arrive at Tianchaxuan, these three roosters take the hens one by one to spread their wings and fly to the jujube tree for the night.

I heard that the chickens were not stirring normally, so I quickly sat up from the bed and looked out, and when I saw the chickens on the date tree, they all stood up, as if staring at something below, and looked panicked, and some of them were still clucking and whispering.

Isn't it almost dawn now, I just heard the rooster crow for the first time, it shouldn't be the rooster hell. So, I wondered if there were chicken thieves who had targeted my chickens.

In fact, chicken thieves generally don't attack chickens in trees, and this reason is obvious. One is the height of the tree, how can this chicken thief climb to such a high tree for a few chickens, not to mention touching the chickens, in case of falling down, making a lame arm can outweigh the losses, and will be discovered by the master's family.

The second is that the chickens in the tree are generally more alert than the chickens in the nest, and if there is any alarm, they will make a cry to attract the owner's house to come out to check. Therefore, the chicken thief would rather run to the chicken coop in the yard and steal the chickens than go to the trees.

I came out of the house quickly, and I stood in the courtyard, and when I looked out, I didn't see any chicken thieves. I looked at the tree, and the chicken was still looking down in horror.

I followed their gaze to look under the jujube tree, obediently, it turned out to be two very big weasels, standing upright under the tree, looking at the jujube tree, the two little paws were still pulling, and the mouth was like chewing a bone, constantly moving.

It's really strange, we haven't seen a weasel in this place for a long time, listen to my grandmother, there has been a long time ago, but there are more and more people, this weasel is slowly extinct.

But now these two guys came from nowhere, and they were standing under the tree, their mouths creaking, and their little eyes were spinning, as if they were thinking of some good way to catch the chickens in the tree.

Originally, weasels would go up trees, but this kind of thing mostly eats mice, and occasionally chickens will eat when they are very hungry.

Why are these two weasels targeting these chickens in my tree? If they climb up the tree, I guess our chickens will suffer by now.

I watched quietly in the yard, and the inside of the two weasels kept moving. But I could see that they were not eating any bones at all, but seemed to make a very strange sound like a cat chanting a spell.

The sound made the chicken, which had been trembling in the tree, seem to fall into a state of confusion, and after a while, he began to stop panicking, but stood on the branch with his head outstretched, looking down.

Obediently, this weasel even knows how to do sorcery, and after a while, with their incantation, the chicken will automatically fall from the tree and run to them to make them feast?

I look at this way, it will definitely be the result, God, is this weasel a sperm? So, I didn't have time to look for anything, so I stood in the yard, stomping my feet and clapping my hands, trying to scare the two weasels away.

However, what I didn't expect was that these two things turned a deaf ear to me, and they still stood and chanted incantations to the chickens on the tree.

Ouch, I can't imagine that these things are still so stubborn, and even people are not afraid. So I picked up a shovel from the courtyard wall and jumped straight out.

Before I could hit the ground, I took the shovel and shot at the weasel.

Well, instead of running away in fear, the two standing weasels looked at the angle at which the shovel fell, jumped to the side, and easily dodged my blow.

When I saw it, it was empty, and the shovel slapped on the ground with a bang, which shook my hands and almost numb, but it didn't help the weasel at all.

The two weasels, after jumping away, still looked up at the tree so straight, and continued to chant the words, and I saw that among the chickens, there was really an old hen, eager to jump down.

Oh my God, this weasel is going to make it. When I saw this, I was so anxious that I couldn't do it, so I held the shovel in my hand and swept it out, thinking that if I swept this weasel this time, I wouldn't cut off the two turtle grandchildren.

I used all my strength to see the shovel whistling in the wind, and swept towards these two things. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, these two things seemed to know that I was going to sweep through like this, and before the shovel arrived, they shrank their heads very flexibly and easily dodged it.

The shovel slashed straight at the courtyard wall, and before I could let go, I saw a burst of sparks jumping around, and the shovel hit the wall.

This time I almost shook the shovel away, I endured the soreness of my hands, looked at these two little things, carried the shovel handle in my left hand, stretched out my right hand, and buckled my index finger on my forehead.

I just felt that my stomach was like a drum in an instant, and then my mouth turned out, and a stream of gas rushed out, and the green ghost fire erupted at once.

This time it's good, the surrounding is ghostly, only to see the two weasels, I didn't expect me to make this move, immediately turned over, dodged the ghost fire chasing them, and unwillingly looked at the tree, and then ran to the west road.

I threw down my shovel, stopped the fire, and chased after me, but when I reached the West Road, the two things were nowhere to be found.

I stood on the road, waited for a while, and did not see them come out, and I was afraid that they would be too cunning and do something to turn the tiger away from the mountain, so I hurried back, picked up the shovel, and looked at the chickens in the tree.

I don't know if they saw the ghost fire, or if the two weasels stopped urging the spell, and the chickens on the tree slowly calmed down, and after a while they were back to sleep.

After a while, one of the roosters stood up, flapped his wings a few times, and began to crow as soon as his neck was stalked.

I sat under the dragon gate of my house, staring at the date palm tree, and if the weasel appeared again, I would get up and drive away.

Fortunately, it was not until dawn that the chickens flew down the tree, and I didn't see the weasel harassing me again, so I dragged my tired body to the bedside, and my sleep began in the morning......