Author: Ye Gong Haolong A

The two old men liked to sit and chat with Wang Cunye.

I feel that Chen Ling, my father-in-law, is not only good-tempered, but also an excellent storyteller.

He can often use the simplest and most plain language to tell very moving stories, and a sentence suddenly pops out, which is both literary and philosophical, and is very appreciated by Zhao Yubao.

Sometimes it even drives the old man crazy with envy.

I often wonder if this is the so-called simplicity and return to nature?

So I often pester Wang Cunye to tell those bizarre stories.

It's been a few days since Wang Cunye returned to Fenglei Town.

They really missed it.

I often talk about herding sheep with him.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Seeing Chen Ling's speechless expression, Zhao Yubao snorted: "You kid, you don't know what the village is saying about you now, do you? People say you are the village bully, and they say you are like a wolf in the mountains.

Must not..."

"Uncle Zhao, listen to their nonsense."

Chen Ling also heard his mother-in-law talk about this in the morning, "But the village bully is the village bully, and I don't recognize the wolf-bazi. This wolf-bazi is not only a frightener for our children, but also has educational significance."

This point is brought out to say that what the old man did was not authentic and did not set a good example for the younger generations.

What does it have to do with people saying I am a village bully?"

"Ouch, is there another story here? Tell it, tell it quickly!"

When Zhao Yubao and Zhao Yubao heard this, they became energetic and hurriedly urged Chen Ling to tell the story of Wolf Bazi.

"There's nothing to tell, it's just a folk tale. It's in the magazine I ordered a while ago. I'll just take it out for you to read."

Chen Ling was too lazy to talk about this. It was broad daylight and there was no atmosphere. He just found the magazine from the room and let the two old men read it.

There are "wolves, cats and monkeys" on it, which are just mountain spirits and ghosts.

There is also a local jingle, 'Pull the thorn fence, pull the thorn fence, pull it into the mountains to feed the wolves.'

It's all written on it too.

Jingba is a mat made of wattle sticks. When it is large, it can be used for building a house, and when it is small, it can be pulled on the ground.

It tells the story of a local family whose daughter-in-law disliked her parents for being old, not working and wasting food rations.

So she encouraged her husband to trick the two old men into going to the mountains to pray for blessings and extend their lives. In fact, they were dragged into the mountains with thorn fences and fed to the wolves.

As a result, after their son found out, he neither cried nor fussed, but just dragged the thorn fence to play every day after school.

Out of curiosity, the couple taught him a lesson: If you don't read the Four Books and Five Classics, what fun is there in dragging the thorn fence every day?

The son replied: I don’t know how to weave thorn fences when I’m young, so I’ll practice pulling thorn fences when I have nothing to do after school. When you get older, you can also pull thorn fences to the mountains.

The couple blushed and felt thick-necked after hearing this, and hurriedly found their parents-in-law, and apologized respectfully. They were so filial.

There is also a saying, "When my son makes Jingba's father live longer, it is really his daughter-in-law who wants to harm others. Not to mention sleeping in the old cat room, it will be passed down from generation to generation..."

"Hey, that's a good story."

Zhao Yubao and Zhao Yubao praised it. They took the magazine and kept flipping through it. They couldn't put it down: "There is no shortage of good stories in folk tales. It is simply a treasure."

Old Man Zhong pointed to the end of the page and said, "Hey, there is also an explanation of Lang Bazi here."

Wolf Bazi is a kind of mountain spirit ghost in the mountains. The old wolf becomes a spirit and can stand and walk like a human being. Villagers enjoy the cool air in the courtyard on summer nights. The wolf Bazi goes down the mountain and drags people away.

Another theory is that there is a very small wolf in the wolf pack, much smaller than the wolf, smart and intelligent, and very understanding of human nature.

If you sneak into the flock of sheep and eat them on the hillside, and are discovered by the sheep herders, you can whip them with a whip.

Every time he was whipped, he would show his teeth.

He lay on the ground and did not dodge.

It won't run away until the shepherd stops fighting.

I heard that this is because Lang Bazi has a good understanding of human nature and knows that he will never retaliate if he does something wrong, which is why he behaves so strangely.

But he is a wolf after all.

Wolf Bazi is more ferocious and smarter than ordinary wolves. Although it is small in size, it can do more damage than ordinary wolves.

You can even remember a grudge for a lifetime.

The revenge of the fathers must be avenged by the children.

"This thing is quite interesting."

"Yes, in fact, Wolf Bazi has elements of legend and drama. What is really scary is the cat monkey. My fourth grandfather once said that cat monkeys carry people on their backs in the middle of the night. This has happened before."

"Ouch, this sounds scary. I'll check it out if it's in the book."

They were holding magazines upstairs and were enjoying reading them. Ruirui soon became bored and climbed down the stairs by herself.

The little thing has short legs and cannot go downstairs at all.

It's really fast to get up and go up and down the stairs with a whoosh.

However, when Hei Wa and Xiao Jin saw him coming downstairs, they followed him closely, supporting him one after another. If he did this every day, there was nothing to worry about.

The women downstairs now became interested in the grass beads, chattering and threading the curtains with needles and threads.

After Ruirui saw it, she helped Heiwa stand up, clapped her little hands and ran to Wang Susu, sticking her butt out in front of a pot full of grass beads, blinking her big black eyes to watch them busy.

After a while, Zhao Dahai trotted back in a hurry, carrying several fluffy little corncrakes in his vest. They were all black and very beautiful, and asked Wang Qingwen to find something for him to pack.

The brat's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly shouted upstairs: "Dad, little one, little one~"

He couldn't pronounce the word "chicken", he just split the word "chicken" into two words in a milky voice.

When Chen Ling heard it at first, he didn't know what he was yelling about.

Fortunately, Zhao Dahai followed up and shouted: "Dad, Uncle Zhong, come down with Fugui quickly. The little rail chicks have hatched outside, and there are many running around in the grass. They are easy to catch."

Ruirui was so anxious that she jumped up and down and kept calling "chicken, chicken".

I want Chen Ling to take him out to catch him.

At this time, the chickens, ducks and geese are all grown up, and there are few birds raising their own chicks.

It's rare to see such cute gadgets anymore.

The brat is not in a hurry to catch him.

When Chen Ling saw that his son was anxious and wanted to go upstairs again, he turned around and rushed downstairs and said: "Okay, okay, stop shouting. It won't work. Dad will come down with the two grandfathers."

So a group of people put up the cage and went out to catch the little rails.

In fact, during this season not only do small rails hatch, but also small wild ducks, young reed warblers and other water birds.

But Chen Ling's family still has a lot of little chicks.

When I went out and took a look, what a surprise! In the tall grass, little black rails were running rampant everywhere.

They have big claws and thick mouths...

They all got separated from the hen.

At first glance, it looks a little weird compared to the little chicken.

But if you look at it for a long time, it will become more pleasing to the eye and feel cute.

Seeing Chen Ling and the others coming out, Zhao Gang pointed to the dog running around in the orchard and said, "Erhei catches the most. This dog catches little rails without hurting them. It's a pity that it's not familiar with me.

He refused to give it to me."

Shanmao laughed next to him after hearing this: "Haha, yes, it's all for me and Dahai."

Fugui, can you catch this little rail?"

"If you can catch them, just catch a few and keep them for fun. If you don't want to feed them anymore, just let them go."

Chen Ling knew how many rails were around him, and they were hatching eggs one after another. He was not specifically harming them, he was just catching them for fun, and it didn't hinder them at all.

"Even though this thing is small, it has more food than a chicken. You have to catch insects and small fish to feed it. You have to feed it several times a day. It eats a lot and poops a lot. It is a good food for the family."

He had raised and played with it before.

This is what I told Zhao Dahai and the two old men.

It's dirty and smelly, not as good as raising chickens and ducks.

Unexpectedly, the brat who was following him couldn't wait any longer. He frowned and shook his arm anxiously: "Dad, dad~"

"Okay, catch it, catch it, catch it now."

Chen Ling had no choice but not to let Erhei and his little cowards take action, so he took out a net bag for catching chickens.

One end is a bamboo pole and the other is a net bag.
To be continued...