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Chapter 33

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    Mountains have always given me the feeling that they are tall and mysterious.  Today I have the opportunity to touch the mountain and walk into the mountain to truly feel its majesty and majesty.

    ? People who live close to the mountains for a long time will have a much better mental outlook.  This may be the reason why people say that mountains have aura.

    "Old cousin, do you like it here?" The old cousin turned his back to me and said.  There is a touch of vicissitudes in the words.

    "Let's go! I'm ready to go back!" Before I could answer my cousin's question, the companions behind me had already come out of the yard one after another.

    The cars going back have added a few more recently, and they are more for fun.  Back the same way, the excited expression could not conceal the depression in my heart.  It was indeed a mistake today, I didn't really eat all the things I wanted to eat one by one.

    "Old cousin, can you tell me more about the things in the mountains? What's the difference between here and our house?"

    The old watch looked out the window, found a few melon seeds from his pocket, and said while eating the melon seeds: "As far as I can remember, we often have power outages here, especially at night, and there is almost no electricity. Basically, we rely on candles to survive.  Pass"

    "So we all go to bed very early at night, usually have dinner at 5-6 o'clock, after dinner, take a rest, and go to bed every 1-2 hours"

    "The weather in the mountains also gets dark earlier. If you go to bed earlier, you can save some candles."

    "I get up early in the morning, I get up at 5 o'clock and 6 o'clock. The air is very good in the morning, and I can breathe fresh air when I get up early"

    "Uh, old cousin, you are talking about the details of life, these are not important, if there is anything particularly interesting, tell me two things." I realized that the old cousin said so much, it feels like some life  Details, nothing meaningful happens.

    "Then let me tell you two very interesting things that happened when I was very young." At this point, the old watch paused, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and then said  Come on.

    "Do you still remember the jumping fish that I took you to catch before? When I saw the jumping fish for the first time, I had the same reaction as you. I always felt that this is not a fish, but it has long legs."

    "After tasting the jumping fish for the first time, I fell in love with its taste. Once, I really wanted to eat jumping fish, and my father was not at home, so I quietly ran to the back mountain to catch the jumping fish.  fish"

    "Sneakily took the fish reel and scorpion, and I ran to the back mountain alone. There is only one small stream in the back mountain. The water is not very deep, and you can directly see the bottom of the water."

    "I shuttled down the side of the mountain"

    "Because the jumping fish needs to be very gentle to catch, I concentrate on the process of catching fish. I forget the time"

    "My dad drove me out of the ditch with a bamboo whip. When I came up, I saw that the sky was getting dark, and I realized why he was so angry. I was very lucky. In the end, my dad still didn't want to beat me.  "

    "As for the jumping fish, it was not thrown away. At night, my father still used his superb cooking skills to make me feel the deliciousness of the jumping fish again."

    "But since that time, I haven't gone to the back mountain alone to catch jumping fish. Either I invite a few friends and go to the back mountain together, or I go alone to see the small pool at the bottom of the front mountain"

    "In fact, the jumping fish in the small pool all swam down from the back mountain, so there are very few. But I was afraid that my family would worry, so I didn't go to the back mountain again"

    "Oh, so there is such a wonderful story." From the old watch's description, I can feel the happiness and satisfaction of catching jumping fish with my own hands, as well as the confidence in my own movements.

    But I still don't feel the deliciousness of the fish soup. This may be the problem I want to solve the most at present, and it is also the core of the old watch's eagerness to show that the jumping fish is really delicious.

    The vehicle continued on the winding mountain road, and the second story of the old watch began again.

    "My grandma raised a lot of chickens. The chicks were raised slowly, and the grown roosters were eaten one by one. The remaining hens kept their eggs"

    "A total of 5 hens lay 4-5 eggs every day. The eggs are stored, and when they are enough, they are sold in the market. It only takes 4-5 days to catch a market"

    "But it was strange for a while. Grandma only picked up 1-2 eggs for 2 consecutive days. At first I thought the feeding was bad, and the chickens stopped laying eggs"

    "Afterwards, I fed rice and millet to the chickens every day, and the chickens were full. But the strange thing is that they still didn't lay many eggs, only 1-2"

    "Grandma suspected that the egg-laying period had passed, and checked each chicken one by one. There were 3-4 eggs that could be felt, and these were the eggs that would be laid the next day"

     " This time grandma thought of a way. She made a wooden board not far from the chicken coop, covered herself and hid herself in it. Then she made a small hole on it, so that she could see through the hole.  Everything in the coop¡±

    "In the end, what do you think grandma saw?" The old watch suddenly bought a pass at this time, which made me nervous.

    "What did you see?" I asked with interest.

    "About noon, a black-snake snake with thick arms ran out from a hole behind the chicken coop, swallowed several eggs one after another, then retracted, trying to return from the same path"

    "This time, grandma finally caught the thief. How could she let him go! The grandma behind the board rushed into the chicken coop in an instant, picked up the pole in her hand, and killed the snake with one stroke."

    "It is said that after beating the snake to death, digging out the snake's stomach, the eggs inside are still intact."

    After listening to the old cousin's story, I didn't feel much horror or excitement.  Instead, after careful deliberation, in the end, I was convinced that this story was written by Lao Cousin's grandma.  Because a black-stalked snake with thick arms would not be beaten to death by a rural woman with a shoulder pole.

    In addition, it is impossible for the black-headed snake to eat eggs every day. After eating it once, it will take at least a period of time to digest.  Also, the rooster cannot be so quiet after seeing the snake.  The chickens and eggs that have been made for a long time have been beaten, and you still quietly let the snake eat the eggs?

    Of course, I didn't express my opinion, because this is a story my grandma told my cousin, and I can't destroy the good memory in his heart.

    After the story was told, the car returned to the foot of the mountain, and our group finally came back.

    "Ren Tao, come, sit with me" my mother said pulling me.

    "Why are you sitting here? Others want to eat, so give up the seat to them," I said affirmatively.

    "This is reserved for us. After the man eats it, he will eat it again when he comes back," the aunt explained in real time.

    "What? I have to eat it again! It's a custom, one meal is enough," I said.

    "We need to eat two meals. Look, the man's relatives are also here." Mom pointed to the man's relatives who were already seated.

    "So when we were at the man's side just now, we didn't eat any miscellaneous food. Just eat a little, because we still need to eat when we come back," the aunt continued.

    Goodness!  Why are you making fun of people like this!  When I was on the man's side, I missed the last few dishes, and I will miss the whole table when I come back!  Looking at the dishes that have already started to be served one after another, I want to cry without tears!  I really can't eat it!  what do I do!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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