Around Tian Xiaopang, there was a large circle of babies, three layers inside and three layers outside. A big mouse suddenly jumped out, and the little babies were so scared that they jumped and screamed.

Then, a weak voice came to Tian Xiaopang's ears: "Uncle Xiaopang, I accidentally stepped on the mouse to death, sorry."

When the little fat man looked at it, it turned out to be the girl named Xiaojing. Next to her feet, there was a big field mouse lying with four legs facing the sky and her little claws kept kicking.

It was probably because the little girl jumped up in fear. When she landed on the ground, the field mouse rushed over under her feet and was trampled over.

So he hurriedly stepped forward and touched the little guy's head: "It's okay, needless to say sorry, this field mouse steals food is a big bad guy, and beating it to death is a good thing. Xiao Jing is so powerful, so brave, and not afraid of mice at all!"

After being fooled by the little fat uncle, the little guy was indeed not sad, and asked in high spirits: "Uncle Xiao fat, I still have to continue catching the rat!"

The bad mice are just bad. In fact, in Tian Xiaopang's consciousness, animals are the same, and there is no difference between good and bad. Field mice eat food for survival, which is natural. It is just because they touch the interests of mankind, so they are considered a disaster by mankind.

Little squirrels with the same habits also store grain, but because they mostly store nuts and grass seeds in the forest, they are loved by people. They are both rats, but their destinies are different.

Looking at the rat holes all over the ground, Tian Xiaopang felt that it was necessary to eliminate a large part of it, otherwise with the reproductive ability of rats, there would definitely be a disaster.

So, the kids asked not to pick up the ears of grain first, so they found a cart, went back to the village to pull hundreds of shovels, and launched a rat-killing operation.

The kids also found it fun, at least much more interesting than picking up ears of grain. This big field mouse is a bit scary, so they are both scared and excited.

This is also good. No matter what emotions, for these small patients, having emotions is better than not having emotions. Isn’t the flower parrot the best example? It can make the children angry and it is also necessary for treatment. Otherwise, the fool will give you money in vain?

After the shovels were transported, the children scattered in groups of three or five in the ground. Although they were small and weak, the soil in the ground was relatively soft and the children could dig it.

The underground rat hole is quite complex, with twists and turns, with bedrooms and storage rooms. When you dig it into the storage room, you can harvest a lot of food. Most of the ears of grain are neatly arranged.

In some holes, the soybeans were peeled into pieces. Because the ground was relatively humid, the beans kept a certain amount of moisture and were not dry thoroughly, making them look fat and bulging.

The food dug out from the rat hole may contain infectious bacteria, so it cannot be eaten. People cannot eat it, so they can be transported back to the village and feed chickens and pigs. In short, they cannot be thrown into the fields to waste.

When Bao Da understood that the loading of the pig farm was completed, he followed Bao Erye and others to see these little experts in killing mice.

While smoking a cigarette puff, the two of them sighed: "This mouse has saved our lives. In short, it is our Black Hacked Swordsman's life-saving benefactor."

Tian Xiaopang curled his lips: "Uncle, it's not your fault. You have to write a poem. If you want to chant the wind and the moon, you have to make a black mouse. Look, the ground is full of rats!"

"What do you mean, why am I the Rat King?" Bao Da understood and blinked his little eyes. Not to mention it, just because of this little eyes, he looked more and more like a mouse spirit.

At this time, the little Nannan ran forward happily: "Understanding Grandpa, your savior was beaten to death by us!"

This child - Daming was also happy: "I was famine back then, and our village, adults and children, were so hungry that their eyes were green. If I really didn't want to attract Nirvana, I went to the wild to dig a mouse hole. As a result, I really got a lot of food, which was considered to save everyone's lives."

For the kids in front of you, I just listened to them as a story. Now, who has been hungry?

They were busy extermination of rats here. Several towns came to pick up crops on the ground and sighed.

Others are walking the crops, at most they carry three-tips. As for this group of people, they all hold shovels in their hands. It turns out that they are also planning to dig a mouse hole.

They couldn't pick up crops on the ground, so they glanced at the mouse hole. Unexpectedly, the people in Heixiazi Village were too dark and they didn't even let go of the mouse hole. There was no chance, so they should leave quickly.

As more and more rat holes were dug out, the ears of grain on the ground were piled into a small hill. If you can see, you can at least make a few hundred kilograms of millet. The strength of these hamsters cannot be underestimated.

Next to the valley pile, there are a small pile of land rats of all sizes, with more than a hundred people killed. Among them, the big ones are all long with chopsticks and are round.

"There are too many rats. We can't eat the weasels in our house." The little fat man Tong Linge used a shovel to rub a big field mouse over, muttering.

"Then you can help you eat." Bao Daming said, holding the rat's tail in his hand, picking out the fat guys separately and putting them in a bunch.

Vomit - Xiaopang made a "very disgusting" expression.

Bao Da understood and continued, "As a foodie, you are still very unqualified. Do you know, southerners love to eat field mice the most, and one rat is better than three chickens."

The little fat man stared at the pile of field mice, blinked his eyes a few times, but turned around and left. He really didn't have the courage to eat mice.

In fact, voles mainly feed on grain and plant rhizomes. They are not as dirty as house mice and can still be eaten. Especially after being made into dried rats, they are delicious foods for wine. However, northerners are just unaccustomed to eating them.

During this period, Liang Xiaohu also came over for a walk. When he saw the pile of field mice, his eyes lit up. He picked up the whistle and blew it hard. In a short while, the Sable King led dozens of Sables to kill the generals. There were also some deep in the forest, which were relatively far away, and they rushed here one after another.

"Not bad, the soldiers follow the generals and the grass follows the wind. You are a group of qualified little soldiers!" Liang Xiaohu was praising him.

The Sable King is not happy: You are playing beacon with us and the princes, brothers, bite him!

Seeing the sables grinning around, Liang Xiaohu was also scared: "Brothers, today I want to reward the three armies. If you see those mice, you will give you the reward. Let's eat with your stomach!"

What good rats are there? I'm tired of eating them every day! Although the sables are not very satisfied, they came from all over the world and consumed a lot. Just eat two rats to give you face.

In the area of ​​Heixiazitun, there are many species and more mice in the wild, so those animals that feed on rats are also very comfortable.

Seeing the sable army running into the field mouse, Bao Daming quickly opened his arms and protected the pile he picked out: "I'm, this is me-"

Tian Xiaopang also watched it and laughed: "Why did you still grab this?"

When Bao Daming came home with most of the rats carrying a box, the sables started to have a meal. I don’t know when the big wolf family joined the ranks of the meal.

I don’t know how to get the news, but in the end, even Daxue and Shadow Sculpture came over and joined the feast. Only Shadow Sculpture’s companion, the new golden eagle, was a little jealous, circling in the sky, and refused to land.

In the end, Xiaoxue used a shovel to carry two big field mice and sent them to a place where no one was there, and the guy fell down to eat.

Seeing that it was noon, nearly 500 kilograms of grain had been harvested, Tian Xiaopang announced that the victory of the rat war was over. Of course, the rats in the fields should not be extinct. In winter, many animals are counting on the field to overwinter.

The kids were exhausted, but they seemed very excited. They all waved shovels or arms and screamed, as if they had won a battle.

The medical staff next to him quickly took a photo: I feel that since the rats were beaten, the children have become much happier. Could this also stimulate their recovery?

"Come on, come on, we'll line up and stand up and send you souvenirs. Whoever kills a few field mice will give you a few rat tails!" Tian Xiaopang also wanted to hold an award ceremony, but when the children heard the prizes he mentioned, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Tian Xiaopang curled his lips: "Don't dislike the mouse tail. When I was in elementary school, the teacher insisted that each classmate hand over five mouse tails. I forced me to cut off the tail of the piglet that I had just gotten off at home. That guy, the teacher praised me and it was gone. The mouse that Tian Yuan eliminated was the largest. Look at how thick the tail is-"

The medical staff next to him were so happy that their stomachache. A young nurse smiled and asked, "Why didn't the teacher give you a certificate?"

"The certificate was not sent, and my mother swelled her butt when she got home." Tian Xiaopang curled her lips. Then, seeing several teachers from the village primary school were also among the crowd, she quickly said hello: "In our elementary school, don't ask students to hand over the mouse tail, otherwise, Bao Erlan will have to fight for you."

Everyone laughed and walked back to the village and went back to have dinner. As soon as Tian Xiaopang got home, he knew how to go to his house for dinner. Even Lao Tang and Professor He also called him.

These two people had lived at Bao Damingbai's house, so they didn't see each other. Lao Tang was carrying a bottle of foreign wine, which was about to be at noon. As a result, Bao Daming was very disgusted: "What kind of foreign wine should I drink at my house? I can drink any medicinal wine at will, and I will make it myself-"

Several people sat around the kang table, knowing that my aunt was responsible for serving and pouring wine. Bao Youlu could sit now, just sat in Xiaobai's arms, and looked at the dishes on the table. Yes, the little monkey came to eat with him.

After Sa Rigen, village chief Bao and second-yester Bao also arrived, they officially started drinking. Of course, the medicinal wine cannot be managed enough. Each person has a wine cup, and Tian Xiaopang hasn't been caught yet. According to Daming, after he gets married, he will give him a bottle.

Daming raised the wine cup: "Today, we have done a big business again. The happiest thing is it. Let's be proud of us in front of the old man - Lao Tang, why are you worried about? I didn't say you, you think we are in this group of Heixiazitun - Come on, take a sip and celebrate!"

Everyone took a sip, while Tian Xiaopang directly tilted his neck and drank a glass. He was a donkey.

When eating vegetables, Bao Daming pointed out his chopsticks and gave them to him. Everyone was not polite and picked up the dishes. Tian Xiaopang was careful and chose the dishes he knew.

Lao Tang didn't know. When he saw a plate of braised meat dishes in the middle of the table, he skillfully picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, which was still lean meat. When he ate it, it looked a bit like chicken, but it was more delicate and tender than chicken, so he nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious, what kind of meat is this?"

Village Chief Bao and others tasted it, and nodded, and then looked at Bao Da to understand. They didn't taste what kind of meat they were.

Damingbai coughed lightly: "Well, this Nirvana is not simple. In ancient times, it was called Zishen, also called Kan Jing, and in the Compendium of Materia Medica, it is called Jialu. In short, Nirvana is very delicious. Come on, eat more-"

Everyone also started to eat. Lao Tang was a foodie, and he ate so smoothly that he picked up several pieces in a row. Then he continued to ask: "You have said several names, but I still don't know what meat it is?"

Tian Xiaopang finally couldn't hold it in: "It's rat meat!"

Ah? Lao Tang's complexion changed drastically. He held a piece of rat meat with chopsticks. I don't know if it should be put back on the plate or stuffed into his mouth.
Chapter completed!