The second child came to a village. In front of a tile-roofed house, he got into the small hole on the left side of the door. Inside was a main room. The chicken coop was placed in the corner of the main room. Suddenly he heard a rooster crowed. Even if you get in there, you may not be able to get the chicken. But it slipped to the side of the cage and found that the door of the chicken cage was closed, but not closed. It got in, stretched out its neck, bit the throat of a chicken, and dragged it out. The chicken was not dead yet, and it jumped to life with all its strength. It just couldn't make a sound, but the other chickens were crowding around and crowing. The crow was not loud, but as long as the owner of the room woke up, it would be heard and cause alarm.
But it was a coincidence that at this time, a donkey kept shouting "咴咴" in a long voice. Because the sound was loud, it naturally buried the tiny rustling noises made by the second robber.
The second child held the chicken in his mouth. In order to prevent it from struggling, he bit its throat and cut it. A pool of blood flowed out. He jumped a few times, stretched his legs, lowered his wings, and died. The second child did not drag the chicken into the cave to share it with the male weasel. Instead, he entered the quiet mountain forest. After looking around to make sure there was no danger, he put the chicken down and tore it apart piece by piece. After eating for a while, it stuck to his mouth. The feathers were rubbed away one by one, and the blood dyed the second man's beard red. When I ate the butt area, there was a hard-shell egg waiting to be laid, and I realized it was a hen. After a while, a pile of messy chicken feathers and their remains appeared on the ground. The second child grinded his teeth, sniffed a few times intentionally or unintentionally, and then quietly came out of the forest and came to the cave. He found a suitable position to place his body. He was too lazy to pay attention to the bats flying around above his head, and he just stayed silent. Lie down quietly and rest.
The second child also hopes to have a dream of easily eating a live chicken, but its eyelids are slightly closed and it is only in a light sleep state, not a deep sleep, so of course it will not dream. It vaguely heard a strange sound, which was not like the sound made by a bat. It was vague, which made it more and more unable to sleep, so it simply got up and walked quietly in the cave following the sound. Suddenly, the second child was shocked. A big python was squirming in the deeper depths. Weird! The second child has lived in this cave for nearly half a year and has not found this monster. Why does it appear now?
The second child moved his gaze to the other end of the boa constrictor, making it tremble with horror. It turned out that half of the body of a weasel, including its head, had been swallowed by the boa constrictor. The hind legs and tail that were left outside and were moving inward were still weak. The ground shook. It recognized it as a damn male weasel because its left hind leg was injured and there was a bloody scab on it.
The second child was so frightened that he ran out of the cave and into the dense forest, never intending to return. When it heard the howling of a pack of wolves, it climbed up a big tree and hid under a cluster of fat green leaves. Through the cracks in the leaves, it saw a pack of wolves running around in the forest, and several more came to the tree. Under the tree, he was walking, his eyes glowing green, and it was as dense as lightning.
When the wolves left one after another and it was already dawn, it saw a series of huge cliffs hanging high in the distance, so it climbed down along the thick tree and slipped straight towards the series of huge cliffs. There was a cave under the steep cliff. It went into it. It was cold and damp, and there was no exit. After all, it was not a safe place to live. But weasels are used to hiding during the day and coming out at night, and Er Er was no exception. When he was frightened, he Already very tired, he temporarily slept in this cave.
The family in the village lost a hen and found it the next day. The head of that family was Chen Jie, a hunter. That night, he was taking a hunting dog to the foothills to wait for the porcupine. Because the sweet potato field on the farm has been attacked by porcupines recently, he planned to deal with the beast. But when the porcupine was about to appear, the hunting dogs smelled its scent from a distance, and rushed towards it, preparing to kill the porcupine. When the porcupine bursts out of the quills, the hunting dog pounces on it silently, intending to bite its throat first and then subdue it as it usually does when attacking other animals.
It was a good idea, but when I put it into action, I was completely surprised. The hunting dog came behind the porcupine and suddenly bit it hard on the neck. This time it was broken. The porcupine flicked its neck, turned around and ran into the forest. The hunting dog did not chase it, but howled in pain. The one holding the shotgun Only then did Chen Jie understand that it was not advisable to bring hunting dogs to help hunt porcupines. The reason is that the porcupine is covered with sharp thorns, including its neck. When a hunting dog bites it, it will naturally be injured by the chopstick-long sharp thorns.
Chen Jie called the hound to his side and stroked it to lie on the ground. The hound opened its mouth obediently. Chen Jie turned on the flashlight and shined a light into its mouth. He found that a sharp porcupine thorn was stuck in its upper jaw. , he grabbed it and pulled it out suddenly, a pool of blood also gushed out. The hunting dog snorted for a while and slowly became quiet.
The porcupine had disappeared without a trace. Chen Jie stroked the hunting dog and said: One day I will hunt that porcupine and avenge you. He secretly reflected: He could have hunted porcupines this time, but his mistake was that he should not have brought the hunting dog with him. For the porcupine with long thorns all over its body, it would be difficult for the hunting dog to help, but it would easily cause trouble. On the third night, Chen Jie didn't bring his hunting dogs. As expected, he stayed in the sweet potato field at the foot of the mountain and used a shotgun to kill the porcupine that was destroying the sweet potatoes.
Besides, on the night when the hunting dog was injured by the porcupine's quill, Chen Jie's hen was lost. Little did he know that the hunting dog then walked into the main room, went straight to the chicken coop and sniffed at the chicken in his sleep. When they woke up, they made a small gurgling sound in fear, and burrowed inside with their necks hunched one by one. The chicken coop door was open, and Chen Jie didn't notice it. After a while, the hunting dog picked up a chicken feather from under the threshold of the main room and walked around Chen Jie. Chen Jie thought the hunting dog was having fun.
Early the next morning, my wife Hu grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it in the main room to feed the chickens in the cage as usual. She counted them as she was used to, and found that there was one less egg-laying hen in the chicken flock, so she began to mutter, Chen Jie heard this and said: No wonder the hunting dogs were sniffing at the entrance of the chicken coop last night. Could it be that a weasel or a wild cat appeared?
That night, Chen Jie did not go out hunting. In the middle of the night, he heard the barking of hunting dogs, which aroused his alarm. He and his wife got up together and looked into the chicken coop. The door of the chicken coop was not open. This was because a bird was missing. The wife closed the hen and became more cautious. Knowing that it was okay, the couple had to go back to the room to go to bed. At this time, the hunting dog ran over as if to repay the favor, wagging its tail and licking Chen Jie's fingers, as if to say: It's okay, I have driven away the wild animals, and there is no shortage of chickens in the cage. Chen Jie called the hunting dog Dahei. He said: You are really good, Dahei. With you, I feel relieved.
Two days later, Aunt Wu from the west end of the village came over and said to Chen Jie: Last night, a rooster was lost in my chicken coop. It was probably a weasel or something else. You are a hunter and you have to get rid of harm for us. Chen Jie nodded without saying anything. Ever since his family lost a hen that night, he had felt a stone in his heart and subconsciously warned himself: If I don't eliminate the wild beast that stole the chicken, am I still a hunter?
