One summer, he and his fellow villagers went to the river on the other side of the centipede to fry fish at dusk, as usual. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When passing through the large peach grove, a weasel suddenly jumped out of the silent forest, and fled to the river, judging from the size, it seemed to be quite large, especially the brown tail, the old elder, I think it must be some years.

The old golden head was also a good hand when he was young, especially the kung fu of the flying stone, which was quite accurate.

Seeing the weasel jumping out of the woods, startling the big guy, he immediately picked up a piece of bluestone the size of a persimmon from the ground in anger and threw it at the back of the big yellow squirrel.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Kankan hit the weasel in the back, causing it to let out a scream and roll into the grass on the side.

Everyone couldn't help but cheer when they saw that the old golden head was hit by a blow, and there were quick-eyed people in the same company, so they hurriedly walked to the edge of the grass and opened the grass to find the weasel, but unfortunately, in addition to being a little messy in the grass, there was no trace of it.

Everyone patiently searched around, but still did not find anything, in the huge peach forest, there was no trace of weasel, after finding nothing, the big guy could only scold and go to the river to fish.

In the late 90s, in Xiangxi at that time, many farmers had a lot of torpedoes in their homes, which were specially used to fry fish.

At that time, the ecological environment was very different from now, the river was full of fish, shrimp, turtles and frogs, and at night they went to the field at will to walk around with a few lights, and they could catch several catties of wild pheasants alive.

Throw a torpedo in the river at will, and you can blow up a few big, fat grass carp.

Now, due to the destruction of the chemical industry and air pollution, there have been great ecological problems, not only in the air in the cities, but also in the environment of many rural areas.

The scene of green sprouts all over the field no longer exists, the fragrance of rice flowers can no longer be smelled in the harvest year, the sound of frogs can no longer be heard in the summer night, the seven or eight stars outside the sky, in front of the rain mountain at two or three o'clock, what you see is not the bamboo forest hut next to the river bridge, but a piece of steel forest.

But fortunately, my hometown still maintains a good folk customs and a good living environment, and stilted buildings can be seen everywhere, which can be regarded as an indirect preservation of a pure land in my heart.

When the old golden head and his party arrived at the river, the sunset was about to sink in the west, and only half of the sun remained stubbornly in the sky, emitting a few rays of glow shining on the earth.

The big guy found a river with a relatively calm current, and then withdrew a handful of buds on the surface of the river, and in a short time, a group of fish that came out to feed in the evening quickly gathered over, scrambling to devour the buds, not to mention how cheerful the scene was, of course, they may not know, what awaits them next is cunning humans and ruthless torpedoes.

One of the young men, seeing that the fish had slowly gathered, hurriedly and skillfully ignited the torpedo, and threw it quickly, and the torpedo drew a beautiful and graceful arc on the surface of the river, and then fell to the place where the most fish were in the river.

"Boom" with a loud sound, the torpedo exploded at the moment of entering the water, blowing up the fish that came to feed, and after a burst of water waves rolled, seven or eight fat grass carp suddenly surfaced on the water, and a few grass carp that were not killed also floated on the surface of the water and spun rapidly, probably making the final struggle.

When the big guy saw that the first shot had received such a receipt, they all took off their clothes one by one, jumped into the water shirtless with laughter, and fished up the fat grass carp one by one.

In the middle of the night, after the water surface was calm, the old golden head also withdrew a handful of buds on the water, and then stood calmly on the river bank, waiting for the fish to gather again.

It was getting dark, and it was as if time had stopped.

Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, the fish gathered on the surface again, and you came and went to fight for food.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the old golden head skillfully took out a torpedo, lit it in a serious manner, and prepared to throw it into the water.

However, at the moment when the old golden head ignited the torpedo, a sharp and rapid cry suddenly came from the grass behind him, which hit the old golden head's heart.

The frightened old man couldn't help but look back, and found that the weasel who had been injured by him just now was squatting in the grass behind him at this time, looking at him fixedly with resentful eyes.

When the old golden head saw this, a trace of fear crossed his heart.

But at the same time, the torpedo he had just ignited, the fuse had been burned, and before the old gold head could turn around, the torpedo had already exploded suddenly in his hand, and the powerful fire directly blew the old gold head's left palm to pieces, leaving not even a little residue.

The young man who had come to fish with him was stunned by the sight before him, and it was not until the old golden head rolled on the ground in pain and screamed that the big guy woke up from his shock and hurriedly carried him to the house of the herbalist in the village.

In the silent dusk, a huge weasel stood firmly in the place where the old golden head was injured just now, the afterglow of the setting sun imprinted its shadow for a long time, and in the quiet air, if there was not still the smell of blood just now, then no one would have thought that there was a tragic explosion here just now.

Because the treatment was timely, and the Miao doctor at that time did have a few brushes, in short, Lao Jintou's life was saved, but the palm of his left hand was impossible to recover, and since then, he has become a cripple.

He was probably twenty-five or sixteen years old.

Because of his disability, he did not marry another wife, because he was proficient in snake catching, and he could catch snakes to make a little money, so although he had lived a lonely life for more than ten years, he was still happy.

It's just that as he gets older, his temperament becomes more and more eccentric, and even a little unsympathetic.

In recent years, I basically no longer interact with the people in the village, but I live alone at the foot of Longtou Mountain, and I don't know what to do all day.

So he's very mysterious in the hearts of our younger generation, which is why I'm looking forward to going to his house tonight.

Yiyang, Yiyang, come out and catch fireflies with us, do you want to go? The voice of the monkey sounded outside the courtyard.

I pretended to look at my grandfather and then at my grandmother with innocent little eyes, and then weakly said, "I want to go with the monkeys to catch fireflies, is that okay?"

Are you full? When you're full, go play with the monkeys, but you can't come back too late, and you're not allowed to run around, you know? Grandpa casually told me that it might be that the recent events in the village were a headache, so that he had no leisure to control me lately.

Okay, just go catch fireflies, I'll be back soon. I replied to my grandfather with a calm face, but in fact, my heart was already happy.

Remember not to go too dark, be careful of snakes on the edge of the grass, and don't go too far from the grass too high, you know? Grandma is still more careful.

I see, Grandma, you're so long-winded, I'm leaving. After that, I ran out to the yard.

Yiyang, it came out so soon, I thought your grandfather was going to interrogate you again. The monkey and Tianhong stood under the tree outside the courtyard and asked me playfully.

Interrogate you pig's head, I'm not a prisoner. I choked on the monkey, and then said to myself, "But grandpa seems to be very busy lately, and he doesn't care about me, and he doesn't know what he's busy with....

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