The cat has not eaten since last night, very hungry, the slender wire is put around the neck, how can it not be "strong", it bites the table leg with the wire, but the table leg is too thick, bites a few times, leaving only a few shallow tooth marks, it is weak and sleepy, and has no confidence to bite.

Suddenly, there was a small sound in the crack in the wall, and the cat knew that it was the gray mouse that came out, so he meowed, and the gray mouse crawled to the middle of the room, and saw a chair with half a bowl of oil on it, and felt strange, and immediately climbed up to look, it did not look at the cat, but looked at the rice altar, and found that it was just open, so it jumped down and climbed straight to the rice altar. The cat thought that the gray mouse was going to use its tail to stick oil to relieve its hunger, but the gray mouse ignored it, and was so angry that it blew its beard angrily and glared at it, and made a dissatisfied cry in its mouth.

By this moment, the gray-haired rat had jumped into the open rice altar. The flower cat is thinking about why it was covered last night, why is it open during the day? Did the owner forget, or did it happen on purpose? It speculated, analyzed, and concluded that this was a trap for the gray mouse. Because the host didn't cook rice at all in the morning, there was no need to lift the lid, and there was no such thing as forgetting to cover the mouth of the altar. At this time, the flower cat under the table looked up and saw that someone was peeping into the room outside the window, and it gloated that its master would definitely catch the gray mouse, the ungrateful guy who crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

Sure enough, the door was quietly pushed open, and it was Liu Mei who came in, and then Wang Meng also crept in, and the room did not make a sound. Normally, the cat would have meowed to signal the gray mouse, but now it watched the couple silently. Liu Mei walked towards the side of the rice altar, slowly opened a net pocket that had been prepared, and then "snapped" on the mouth of the altar, only to see the gray rat eating rice in it jumped up, but did not jump out, was stopped, Liu Mei pressed the edge of the net pocket, looked back at Wang Meng and shouted: Come here, catch it.

Wang Mengmali walked over and grabbed the gray hairy mouse that was jumping in the rice altar and hit the net pocket, it made a squeaky sound, turned its head and wanted to bite Wang Meng's hand, Wang Meng grabbed its neck and couldn't move. Wang Meng slowly withdrew the net again, and pinched the gray-haired rat with another hand, and he turned over to look at its tail, and discerned whether it was male or female, and if it was male, it could be executed; If it is a female and her belly is bulging, it proves that she has fetal gas and cannot be killed. If there is no tire gas, it is not a matter of killing.

At that moment, he saw clearly, it was a male rat. said to Liu Mei: Leave it to you to deal with. Liu Mei took it from her husband and strangled the gray mouse, and with the other hand still holding the half bowl of oil, she walked out of the door, and when she arrived at the field, she asked Wang Meng to nail a wooden stake on the ground, and then pressed the tail of the gray mouse's tail on the stake and nailed it with a small nail. The gray-haired rat ran away after a few bumps, and was still colliding. Liu Mei poured half a bowl of oil in her hand on the gray mouse, and the gray mouse felt inexplicable, smacked his mouth a few times, and no longer struggled, but was sincerely enjoying the vegetable oil soup. Its eyes blinked, sticky stained with vegetable oil.

At this time, Liu Mei lit a match and ignited the gray mouse's body covered with vegetable oil, the sparks floated, and the gray mouse, feeling pain, jumped back and forth around the stake. Because the vegetable oil was simmering, the gray rat actually spun a whirl wind to extinguish the fire. Liu Mei simply went into the room and brought the pot of oil that was left into the field, poured it on the gray mouse, and lit it again, and the beep peeling fire burned very strongly. The gray-haired rat was so painful that it circled around the stake, and the wind swirled as well, and not only could not extinguish the fire, but also helped the wind, so that the circle it was turning gradually became faster and slower, and it was already struggling to the point of death.

The tail nailed to the stake was not drenched with oil, but the oil on the gray rat had invaded it, and it was also on fire, but it was only simmered, and when the oil was finished, it was extinguished, and the part of the fire became charred black. The gray fur of the gray rat has been burned out, and it no longer beats violently, and its body slowly trembles, proving that it is not dead.

Liu Mei suddenly remembered something, she asked Wang Meng to take out the flower cat tied to the table in the house, and take a look at the tragic situation of the gray hairy mouse before he died.

At this moment, the air was filled with the smell of vegetable oil, and many people in the village came to watch the excitement, and most of them asked Liu Mei very strangely, how to use vegetable oil to burn mice? Liu Mei told the story of the gray rat and the flower cat conspiring to steal oil and lift the lid of the altar to steal rice.

The flower cat brought by Wang Meng seemed to understand the owner's words, and it no longer looked at the gray mouse, but drilled out of the crowd vigorously, but it was pulled by a slender wire, and it could not be excused. When the king saw that it was not moving honestly, he cried out, "What is the movement of this pestilence beast?" It's you who conspired with the gray rat to stain a pot of vegetable oil. Hearing this, the flower cat had a premonition that the disaster of drenching in oil and burning herself was about to befall her. It continued to thrive, and let out a high-pitched, mournful howl.

At this moment, Liu Mei poured the last batch of vegetable oil on the gray hairy rat, and its limbs moved slightly, just stretched out like that, and never moved again. When the onlookers saw that it was dead, they gradually dispersed.

Liu Mei said to Wang Meng that she was going to deal with the flower cat now, and the flower cat screamed more and more panicked when she heard this, but Wang Meng had a compassionate thought in her heart for some reason, so she said slowly: Forget it, it has already had the effect of killing a hundred people, so spare this damn beast!

The flower cat looked at Liu Mei and stopped barking, and Liu Mei also thought that this was reasonable, so she asked Wang Meng to untie the wire on the flower cat. When unraveling, the flower cat licked Wang Meng's fingers gratefully.

Liu Mei simply poured a little dirty vegetable oil left in the pot into the bowl, put it in front of the cat, and let it lick it, but the cat glanced at Liu Mei to see if she really let it lick and eat. Liu Mei turned around and picked up the tail of the charred gray rat and threw it towards the grass by the field.

The flower cat still didn't dare to lick the vegetable oil in the bowl, Wang Meng picked up the bowl and walked towards the house, and the flower cat followed Wang Meng into the house, and Wang Meng whined, Wang Meng put the bowl in front of the flower cat, and it stretched out its soft tongue to lick it with relish.

In the grass outside the field, the charred corpse of the gray hairy rat was scattered, and its soul was still floating on it, and it had not left. It hated the hostess Liu Mei deeply, and watched her walk into the house, and wanted to follow up, but the door god stood at the door hideously, blocking and not allowing it to enter, it looked into the room, and the flower cat that was licking the oil also made it resentful: If it weren't for your flower cat and I conspiring to trap this family, I might not be able to be caught, and suffer this misfortune! It's good for now, I've lost my life, you're safe.