The matter of skin cream spread in this area, and he knew a little bit about it, and was about to say something, but skin cream whispered to him: I'm in trouble now, stay with you for a while, help you guard the lake, you can't be trampled on, especially not deduct me from food.

I have fish here, but nothing else to eat. The beard remembered his troublesome "hobby", and pointed out: You can stay here, but you can't bring a woman.

I was planted in the hands of a woman, will I repeat the same mistakes? Pi Shuang frowned, glared at him, then put down the fishing net in his hand, handed the shotgun to the beard, picked up the fishing net again, and said: I will go back to the mountains for a trip.

As the sun approached its peak, the chanting in the monastery died down and the monks went for lunch. The squirrel squatting in the nest of the locust tree couldn't bear the loneliness, and jumped out involuntarily, climbed a thick branch with lush green leaves, and jumped towards a pine tree two or three meters away.

Next to this locust tree, the only one that was close to it was able to jump over, it jumped up, and it moved freely, and the pine tree was connected to a forest dominated by masson pine, and the distance between the trees was only one meter or half a meter, and the squirrels moved in it, as if returning to their own paradise. Now it slipped into the depths of the woods, no longer playing, but looking for a nutty pine nut.

The pine nuts in the pine tree next to the locust tree were almost eaten by it, and it jumped on the pine trees that it had never explored before and tasted them quietly.

There was a pine ball, which was in its mouth, and was about to chew and eat the pine nut, when it felt the pine branch that it had stepped on, and it hit the field, and the pine ball rolled down from its mouth, and fell on a bush of thorns, and it turned around on the tree, and climbed to the root of the tree, and bit back the pine ball.

But when it had just bitten it, it tilted, and its whole body fell into a cave under the thorns, and the loose ball in its mouth had been thrown off, and it stumbled into a deep pool under the cave, splashing a small splash of water.

Luckily, the squirrel was nimble, and as it fell, one of its front paws grabbed a rough lava and carefully climbed out of the hole. Then, licking the messy and wet fur on its front legs, it glared at the thorn that had "eaten" the pine ball as if it were resting, and wondered about the sinister cavern under the thorn.

In a moment, it climbed up another pine tree, found a ripe pine ball, carefully bit into it, and munched on the delicious pine nuts to enjoy themselves.

After a while, he forgot the unhappiness of the adventure he had just had, ate the seeds of one pine ball, and went to another pine tree to pick and chew the pine nuts until his belly was full.

It was not early, the sun was already setting in the west, and it climbed a tall ancient pine, and wanted to sleep on a thick and branchy branch, and was lying down warmly, when a faint hum came from a gust of wind, and listened carefully, the sound of chanting from the direction of the temple.

Suddenly, it lost its sleepiness, cocked its gray tail, kicked its hind legs, jumped its body, and jumped along the jungle from tree to tree. After a cup of tea, the squirrel returned to the pine tree closest to the locust tree, and found a grid-like thing hanging from the pine tree, and he did not know what it was, and he turned a blind eye, and jumped up on the locust tree with a bird's nest, still curled up in the bird's nest, with its neck on the edge of the nest, and looked at the monastery, and listened to the scriptures that were recited with great devotion.

After a while, the squirrel shuddered, and someone stomped the roots of the locust tree below, and it immediately jumped out of the nest, kicked its legs and flew up to the pine tree closest to the locust tree, and the branches shook, and it kicked its legs and flew away.

But unexpectedly, on the second jump, it fell into the wire net laid by the hunter, fluttering, repeatedly unable to break free, and it squeaked.

I saw a person laughing under the tree, and then the man didn't know what to do, and the squirrel wrapped in the wire net was so desperate that he took it back one by one, and when he caught the fat squirrel through the mesh, the man said proudly: This is a pot of good soup.

The chanting in the monastery is still sound, and the squirrels are still "squeaking", as if calling for rescuers. But it was a fluke, and the hunter tightened the rope and went deep into the forest, fearing that he would be discovered, and climbed over another ridge to the shore of a lake that connected with a wilderness.

The captured squirrel stared at the hunter with terrified eyes, and the hunter walked some way closer to the shore of the lake, and the air was filled with a thick smell of fish. The hunter carried the squirrel around the wire net as if it were a trophy for the beard that was fishing. Talking nonsense: Skin cream, yes, others hunt wild animals with guns, you hunt wild animals with nets, it is really an invention and creation.

It's not an invention, it's because the squirrel is hiding in a locust tree behind the monastery, and it can't be fired, and as soon as the gun is released, the sound alarms the monks in the monastery, and the monks are merciful, and they will oppose killing. Besides, those bald heads who have nothing to do after eating and can only chant the scriptures are always nosy, and they also know some policies for protecting wild animals, if they find out that I have hunted wild animals and report them to the authorities, will it be strange that I will not be detained?

Wildlife needs to be protected, you have to hunt, isn't it knowingly? The beard casually chatted, and then he shoved a small fish through the mesh and let the squirrel eat it, but when it didn't eat it, he wiped it a few times around its mouth, but still didn't open its mouth, and twisted its neck, and hung its head full of fluffy fur.

Protect your fart. Skin cream said that what can be eaten is not eaten, and nothing is eaten in vain. The beard didn't answer his words, threw away the fish in his hand, and said with a smile: This guy is not a cat after all, so he doesn't eat fish.

It doesn't matter if it eats fish or not, we can chop this squirrel and cook a pot of meat tonight, and fry a few fish with wine.

On the northern side of the lakeshore in the wilderness there is a tiled house, which is the home of the bearded man, with a single courtyard and a rolling mountain range behind it. The beard was about to lead him that way, but Pi Shuang didn't see the bundle of firewood wrapped in the shotgun, so he asked him, "Have you collected the shotgun?" Talking nonsense, he has hidden himself at home, and he takes it to patrol the lake at night, which is great.

As they spoke, they walked to the tiled house in the distance, and after crossing a few fields and a few stone bridges, they came to the threshing field in front of the house of the beard, where there was no straw, only a few nets that smelled of fish, and the squirrel in the net was resentful when he saw the grid-like fellow, and if it had not been for the help of the hunter, he would not have been captured; The squirrel was very remorseful at his carelessness, and when he returned from the dense forest to the nest in the locust tree, he found the grid-like fellow, but did not arouse his vigilance, and it was too late.

The squirrel moved, and saw through the mesh that there was a wooden ladder leaning against the wall of the house, what was the use of that? It didn't think about it, and the helplessness of being imprisoned was filled with its very bad mood.