Now, everything can only be left to fate.

The long chin asked again, "When did you steal our things? What else did you steal?"

I said honestly, "I went to your house to steal because I was hungry; I stole a few steamed buns and charcoal shovels in your kitchen, and I didn't steal anything more."

My long chin slapped me in the face, making my ears buzz. He said, "Go down the mountain with me, I will go home to witness you."

I asked for help from the round eyes and the others, but they didn't look at me, as if there was no one with me at all. There was no way, I could only follow them down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there were their horses. They rode their horses around for dozens of miles. Their long chin tied my wrists with a rope, pulled them behind the horses, and walked towards the county town. I was so cold that I shivered, but my heart was even more trembling. I don’t know what they would do after coming to the county town. I was just released from the county town. If I go in again this time, will it never be released again? When I was in a private school in the past, the teacher said: There were many times, no repetitions. I did so many bad things with the circus, and they could let me go. If I go to the county town again this time, it would be repeated, would it be chopped off?

I was thinking nervously, and a horseman appeared in front of me. The horse ran very fast, and the horse's mouth was sprayed with white heat. The horseman saw us and rolled off the horse's saddle. He said to his long chin: "Master is looking for you everywhere, you are here. Go back quickly, your wife gave birth to a big fat boy last night."

The long chin shouted happily, and the rest of the people followed.

When I heard this, I felt very strange. Last night, I was in his kitchen. Why didn’t I hear any noise? Why did it come out quietly? I heard a long chin asking, “How is my dad’s house? This little thief entered my dad’s house last night.”

The man said: "The master got up in the morning and opened the door. He only saw that the threshold was opened. A few steamed buns were lost in the kitchen. There was no charcoal shovel in front of the stove. There was nothing more."

It turned out that what I walked in last night was his father's house.

He turned around and said to me, "I am happy today, so I will let you go. Don't come to my territory again. If I see you, I will smash your legs."

The long chin dismounted and untied the rope that bound me. As soon as my hand was loosened, I turned around and walked away. Looking back, they ran far away from the horse.

I stood in the wilderness, with the sky and the earth wide, and I didn't know where to go.

I don’t know where this is, nor where to go. I can only walk forward step by step, very hungry, but there is no way. This is in the cold winter, and there is nothing to eat in the field in winter. There is wheat in summer, fruits and fruits in autumn, and corn and sweet potatoes. In winter, it is white, and even the insects on the ground cannot be found for food, so I can only hibernate.

When I was in my hometown, my son of Changgong and I used to simmer voles in winter. voles are a cunning animal. They will store all the food they need to eat in the long winter in the autumn of harvest, and then hide in the cave during the long winter, without even leaving the mouse hole. We carry a bucket of water from home, find the voles hole, and pour it down, and the full voles will slowly crawl out.

Now, I have come up with a good way to flood field mice again.

I walked until noon and saw a river. The thawed river was flowing gurglingly. I continued to walk forward along the fields beside the river and saw rows of black holes under the earthen wall, each hole was only the thickness of an arm, and I knew that was the field mouse cave.

There was a broken clay pot by the river. At that time, people went to the river to fetch water, some used wooden barrels, and some used clay pots. I used clay pots to fill half of the water, and then fell down. The water surface was first level with the entrance of the cave, and then suddenly fell down. Experience told me that first the field mouse was blocking the water flow with its butt. After it could not be resisted, it would escape into the mouse hole. I dug the field mouse hole, and my son and I once dug the field mouse hole with an iron shovel. We saw that the structure of the field mouse hole was very exquisite. First, it extended downwards. After the middle, there was a cave that stretched out obliquely above, which was the place where the field mouse was used to store food. Therefore, using water to pour the field mouse hole was too little, because the water flowed down, and the field mouse was hiding in the storage room, safe and sound.

I took the broken clay pot and came to the river to fill the water. I was not worried that the voles would take the opportunity to escape. In fact, the voles were suspicious by nature and would not escape. It suspected that the voles were guarding the entrance of the cave and waiting specifically to catch it, so it would not escape.

I poured a jar of water into another clay pot. This time, the water surface was still level with the entrance of the cave, but it never dropped suddenly like the first time. Because the second time the water had flooded the storage room and the voles.

All I need to do now is just wait quietly for the voles to crawl out.

After about a bag of cigarettes, the field mouse crawled out wet, its belly swollen like a pregnant woman, and it was full of water. In the deep cave, the field mouse thought it could drink all the water I poured into my stomach, so she tried her best to drink water. It was only when it was dizzy that it woke up, and then slowly climbed out of the cave entrance, trying to escape.

I watched the voles finally climb out of the hole and no longer had the strength to move. I grabbed its tail and picked it up, and it didn't even have the strength to resist.

There are voles, but no flames.

No matter how hungry I am, I can't do anything to eat voles born.

I walked forward with the field mouse, and every adult who met me flashed aside. They didn't know what the origin of me, a mouse hero, were, and every child I met came forward happily, wanting to see the field mouse in my hand.

When I arrived at a village, two children playing at the village were happily running over when they saw me carrying field mice. I asked them, "Who has a fire in your house?"

A child raised his hand and said, "I have it at home."

I said, "Come here to get the fire, I'll invite you to barbecue."

At that time, there were no lighters or matches, but there were fire marks in every village. The so-called fire marks are twisted into long rope-like strips in the north and ignite them with fire. The mugwort will slowly burn. Because it is twisted tightly, only Mars can be seen, but no flames. Fire marks are only available in rich families in the village. Whenever cooking, every household must draw fire from the fire marks. Fire marks must be burned twenty-four hours a day, otherwise they cannot cook. At that time, I had seen flint scythes, which used flint scythes to collided with each other, and Mars popped up. Mars ignited flammable velvet, and there would be flames. However, flint scythes are very rare. Most villages still use fire marks.

I put the field mouse on the ground, pasted its whole body with mud, and then looked for firewood from the ground, the better-burning weeds and the more difficult-to-burn branches, all burning objects that need to be used in a while. I found a lot of firewood and waited for the child to come.

After a while, the child came over with a fire lead. I lit the weeds first, and then put the branches on them when the flames burned. The burning flames filled my heart with surprise.

A lot of ashes were burned out from the branches. I used a stick to pull out a trench and put the mud-stuffed field mice in it, and then buried it with the ashes.

A roasted fragrance rose.

I was worried that the voles would not be enough for us to eat, so I asked them again: "Do you have sweet potatoes at home?"

They scrambled to say, "There are."

I said, "Each person brings two big sweet potatoes. After bringing them, you can eat barbecue. Be careful, don't let your adults see it."

The two children left happily. I smelled the increasingly strong smell of barbecue and lay comfortably on the ground. The sun was very bright, shining on me, and a long-lost happiness covered my whole body.

The two children admired me very much. They felt that a person who could pour field mice out of the hole was definitely an extraordinary person. So, they obeyed me and asked each of them to take two big sweet potatoes. As expected, each of them took two big sweet potatoes. I told them not to tell their family members, but they did not tell their family members.

I guess the field mouse was cooked. I dug out the field mouse and peeled it off with the cracked mud outside. The mud was peeled off with the fur of the field mouse. The field mouse meat looked very thin and was much better than pork.

The three of us still felt unsatisfied after eating the field mice. I said, "Everyone picks up firewood and eats roasted sweet potatoes together."

They happily picked up firewood again.

I set up the firewood and the flames burned again. I threw the sweet potatoes into the fire, watching the flames hit the sweet potatoes, watching the red skin of the sweet potatoes turn black, and the sweet smell of the sweet potatoes also drifted out.

After the sweet potatoes were roasted, we peeled off a layer of burnt black skin outside. The flesh of the sweet potatoes had been roasted white. After a bite, it was very doughy and very pink. At that time, I thought that the delicacy in the world was nothing more than this.

After eating the sweet potatoes, I wanted to ask them for orders of sweet potatoes for the next time. However, a woman appeared at the entrance of the village. He was calling out the child's name. One of the children who were eating roasted sweet potatoes with me ran over and the other child ran back.

Now, I'm the only one left.
Chapter completed!