Chapter 171 Chapter 9 The Glowing Little Snake

Three feet may seem short, but it is very deep when dug.In addition, the soil soaked in wine is sticky, making it more difficult to dig. When Xuan Po dug to three feet, she was already sweating profusely. I don't know if the soil under three feet is so sticky, or because the wine has soaked in here, but I picked a few hoes down, and the original hole was blocked by sticky mud.This block doesn't matter, and the election woman never dug a hole again.Perhaps the woman tamped the sticky soil with a hoe, and the burrow shrank to nothing.But what is the reason is not sure. The lady-in-law held her temper, wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and wielded a hoe to dig carefully while searching.He wished he could put his eyes on the blade of the hoe and look for the missing holes in the dirt.He expanded the scope of his digging, and after two hours, he still found nothing.He dug out all the walls of the house, but no more holes were found, let alone the white snake.

At this time, a large lump of wet mud stuck to the hoe, and it was very laborious to use.More than ten years ago, we liked to wear a kind of shoes called "overshoes" in rainy weather, and the book was called "rain boots".I have never seen such shoes since I came to the Northeast.I don’t know if it’s the characteristics of the soil in the south, or all the soil is like this. At that time, I was walking to school on the wet road with overshoes, and I couldn’t lift my feet halfway, because the mud on the ground was as tight as boiled glutinous rice. Clinging tightly to the overshoes, they are like puffy lumps of flesh under the soles of cats and dogs, heavy.

And now there is such a big lump of wet mud on the picker's hoe.The election woman put down her hoe, wiped off her sweat, and found a wooden stick the size of her little finger to remove the wet mud stuck to the hoe. In the process of picking mud, Xuan Po saw a thick earthworm wriggling in the mud ball, which was the same color as the mud.How can earthworms survive in such a deep soil?This question flashed across the head of the chosen woman.But he didn't think too much about it, he fiddled lightly, and bounced the gray earthworm far away, picked up the much lighter hoe and continued to expand the scope of digging.

After digging until the sun went down, the election woman still didn't find the hole.Damn it, that stinky Taoist is playing me on purpose!The lady-in-law cursed fiercely.The hole just now was so small, it couldn't possibly be a snake hole.Maybe it was formed by an earthworm. Didn't I dig an earthworm just now? Huh?earthworm?Is the stinky Taoist tricking me by calling earthworms snakes?Is it the earthworm that needs to be dug?The lady-in-law immediately put down the hoe, slapped her hands, and regretted it. But it was already dark at this time, and it was difficult to find an earthworm.He hurried to the bedroom to get the lamp.Although electricity was already available in rural areas at that time, it was cut off for a few days every now and then, so every family had prepared kerosene lamps.The lady-in-law ran to the bedroom to get the lamp, found a match, lit the match and sent it to the wick of the lamp, but it failed to ignite after lighting it several times.

"It's over, there is no wick! The wick was burned out a few days ago, and there is electricity these few days, so I forgot to buy the wick." The woman was secretly anxious, and kept cursing herself for being lazy, not preparing the wick in advance. Speaking of wicks, it reminds me of something funny.At that time, my mother often asked me to go to the small store in the village to buy some odds and ends, such as wicks.I don't know if my brain is not flexible enough or my tongue is not flexible enough. When I say "buy things" and "buy wicks" to the aunt in the canteen, I can't move my tongue. "Buy things" and "buy wicks" are often confused.I said anxiously: "Buy wicks, I want to buy wicks." The aunt in the canteen also asked me anxiously: "I know you want to buy something, but what exactly do you want to buy?"

Thinking about it now, I still can't help laughing at how funny I was at the time.Although it would make my face flushed at the time, but now I think about it and miss it infinitely.A lot of things are like this. At that time, I was embarrassed, scared, terrible, and nervous. After a while, I recalled it very warmly. For example, this incident and the previous incident of "Little Horse Crossing the River"; Yes, it's sad to think back on it after a while, such as breaking up in love. The woman chooses to rummage through boxes and cabinets, hoping to find cloth strips that can replace the wicks.Nylon is not acceptable, because it burns with thick smoke and does not absorb oil. It is best to have cotton cloth strips.When Xuan Po was kneading the clothes with her hands to separate the materials, a child's voice outside the house attracted him: "What is this? It's a white earthworm!"

Xuan Po was taken aback, and immediately ran out like a whirlwind. "Where is it? Where are the white earthworms?" Xuan Po asked the child loudly. The child was frightened by the woman's loud voice, and pointed to the corner timidly and said, "Isn't there, isn't there? It's still shining." Xuan Po turned around and saw a shimmering "earthworm" crawling on a bluestone in the corner.Xuan Po tiptoed over, and the children followed Xuan Po cautiously. Behind the glowing "earthworm" there is a string of dirty slime, obviously it was originally attached to it, making the woman mistakenly think it is the mud of earthworms.If it's an earthworm, it's too thick; if it's a snake, it's too thin.But Xuan Po could tell from the thin scales on its body that the one in front of her was an extremely thin snake, the White Snake.It is from these scales that the faint light emanates.It is no longer than the middle finger and no wider than chopsticks.It perched quietly on the bluestone. I don't know how it got here. Maybe it was crushed by the hoe just now, and it needs to rest.

"What is it?" The child asked Xuan Po softly, as if afraid of disturbing it. Xuan Po's surprise was beyond words, and she said with trembling hands: "It's a snake, it's a white snake!" For a moment he didn't know what to put the tiny white snake in. When he was digging, he didn't think about it. He only wanted to dig out the white snake that Taoist Gui said, but he didn't think about what to do after he dug it. He thought of clay jugs for wine.He flew to the place where the hoe was, and turned back with the hoe in one hand and the wine jar in the other.At this time, he was in trouble again, there was still half of the wine in the wine jar, and he was reluctant to pour it out, because there was nothing to hold the lost and recovered little white snake.He gritted his teeth, carefully hooked up the glowing snake with a hoe, moved it to the mouth of the wine jar and shook it, and the little glowing white snake fell into the wine jar.

He moved the wine jar into the bedroom, covered the mouth of the jar with a piece of oiled paper, and tied it with a thin hemp rope, only then did he feel relieved.After all this tossing, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep without refilling the excavated soil. It was completely dark outside the window.There was a slight sound of water in the clay pot, boom, boom, boom...