Pi Shuang's story has spread a lot in this area. Luo Hu knows a little bit about it. Just as he was about to say something, Pi Shuang whispered to him: I'm in trouble now. I'll stay with you for a while and help you guard the lake. , you can’t bully me, especially you can’t deprive me of food.
I have plenty of fish here, but nothing else delicious. The bearded man remembered his troublesome "hobby" and pointed out: You can stay here, but you can't bring women.
I fell into the hands of a woman, will I make the same mistake again? Pi Shuang frowned and glared at him, then put down the fishing net in his hand, handed the shotgun to Beard, picked up the fishing net again and said: I will go to the mountains for a trip and then come back.
When the sun was almost at its peak, the chanting in the temple suddenly stopped, and the monks all went to have lunch. The squirrel squatting in the bird's nest of the locust tree couldn't bear the loneliness. It jumped out involuntarily, climbed up a thick branch with lush green leaves, and jumped towards a pine tree two or three meters away.
Next to this locust tree was the only nearby pine tree that it could jump over. It jumped up and moved freely. The pine tree was connected to a forest dominated by masson pine, and there was only a small gap between the trees. At a distance of one meter or half a meter, the squirrels are moving around, as if they have returned to their own paradise. Now it has slipped into the depths of the forest, no longer playing, but looking for pine nuts to feed itself.
It had almost eaten all the pine nuts on the pine tree next to the locust tree. It jumped onto the pine trees it had never explored before and quietly tasted them.
There was a pine cone in its mouth, and it was about to chew the pine nut. It felt the trampled pine branches vibrate, and it hit the field. The pine cone rolled down from its mouth and fell on a thorn bush. Turn around in the tree, climb to the base of the tree, and bite back the pine cone.
But when it had just bitten, it tilted and fell into a cave under the thorns. The pine cone it was biting in its mouth had also been thrown away, and it fell into a deep pool under the cave with a splash. A small splash.
Fortunately, the squirrel was flexible. When it fell, one of its front paws grabbed a piece of rough lava, and then carefully climbed out of the cave entrance. Then, it licked the messy and wet fur on its front legs, as if taking a rest, and stared at the thorn that "ate" the pine cone as if it had learned a lesson, and imagined the cave under the thorn. Sinister and frightening.
After a while, it climbed up another pine tree and found a ripe pine cone. It carefully bit open it and chewed the delicious pine nuts to enjoy itself.
For a while, it forgot about the unhappiness of the adventure, ate the seeds of one pine cone, and then went to another pine tree to pick and chew pine nuts until its belly bag was full.
It was getting late, and the sun had already set in the west. It climbed up a tall ancient pine and wanted to sleep on a thick branch with forked branches. As it lay down warmly, a faint humming sound came from a gust of breeze. The buzzing sound, listen carefully, is the sound of chanting coming from the direction of the temple.
Suddenly, it lost its sleepiness, raised its gray tail, kicked off its hind legs, and jumped from tree to tree along the jungle where it came from. After about a cup of tea, the squirrel returned to the pine tree closest to the locust tree. It found a grid-like thing hanging on the pine tree. It didn't know what it was. It turned a blind eye and casually I jumped up on the locust tree with the bird's nest, still curled up in the bird's nest, with my neck on the edge of the nest, looking at the temple, and listened very devoutly to the scriptures that were recited heartily.
After a while, the squirrel trembled, and someone was stamping on the roots of the locust tree below. It immediately jumped out of the nest, kicked off its legs and flew up to a pine tree closest to the locust tree. The branches were shaking, and it kicked off again. Fly away and escape.
But unexpectedly, during the second jump, it fell into the wire net set by the hunter. It fluttered and couldn't break free repeatedly, and it squeaked.
I saw a man walking under the tree and laughing. Then the man did not know what action he made. The desperate and helpless squirrel was wrapped in the silk net and he took it back piece by piece. When he caught the fat mound through the mesh, When he saw the squirrel in Dun, the man said proudly: This is a good pot of soup.
The sound of chanting in the temple is still there, and the squirrels are still chirping, as if calling for rescuers. But this was a lucky hope. The hunter tightened the net rope tightly and walked deeper into the dense forest. As if he was worried about being discovered, he climbed over another mountain ridge and went straight to the lakeshore connected to a wilderness.
The caught squirrel stared at the hunter with fearful eyes. The hunter walked for a while and approached the lake shore. The air was filled with a strong smell of fish. The hunter carried the squirrel wrapped in a silk net as if displaying it as a trophy, showing it to the bearded man who was catching fish. The bearded man said nonsense: Pi Shuang, that’s right. Others use guns to hunt wild animals, but you use nets to hunt wild animals. This is really inventive.
It's not an invention, it's because the squirrel is hiding in a locust tree behind the temple and cannot fire a gun. Once the gun is fired, the sound will alert the monks in the temple. The monks are compassionate and will object to killing animals. Besides, those bald guys who have nothing to do but chant sutras are always nosy, and they also know some policies to protect wild animals. If they find that I hunt wild animals and report it to the official, is it strange that I won't be detained?
Wild animals need to be protected, and if you want to hunt them, aren’t you doing it knowingly? The bearded man chatted casually, and slipped a small mollusk fish through the mesh, letting the squirrel eat it. The squirrel refused to eat, so he rubbed the mollusc fish against its mouth a few times, but it still didn't open its mouth. , and twisted his neck, lowering his head covered with soft fur.
Protect your ass. Pi Shuang said that if you don't eat the edible things, you won't be able to eat them. The bearded man didn't answer his words, threw away the mandarin fish in his hand, and said with a smile: This guy is not a cat after all, so he doesn't eat fish.
Regardless of whether it eats fish or not, we chopped up this squirrel. We can cook a pot of meat tonight and fry some fish to drink with it.
There is a tile-roofed house in the wilderness to the north of the lakeshore. It is Bearded's home, with a single house and a single courtyard. Behind the courtyard are rolling mountains. Whiskers was about to lead him there when Pi Shuang didn't see the bundle of firewood wrapped with the shotgun, so she asked him, "Do you want to collect the shotgun?" I have already kept my Lushi Hushi at home, and I can take it to patrol the lake at night. It’s great.
As they talked, they walked towards the tile-roofed house in the distance. After crossing several fields and stone bridges, they arrived at the threshing field in front of Luochihu's house. There was no straw on the field, and there were only a few photos of fish-smelling rice. Fishing net, the squirrel imprisoned in the net felt resentful when he saw this mesh-shaped guy. If this guy hadn't helped the hunter, he wouldn't have been captured. The squirrel was very regretful for his carelessness and came out of the dense forest. When I returned to the bird's nest on the locust tree, I found this grid-shaped thing, but I didn't alert it. Now it's too late.
The squirrel moved, and through the mesh he saw a wooden ladder leaning against the wall of the house. What was its purpose? It didn't think about it. The helplessness of being imprisoned filled it with very bad emotions.
