Chapter 266 Chapter Thirty-Two

I forcefully opened my sleepy eyes, pulled out a fairly tough straw from under the mattress, grabbed the tassel without the rice and rolled it from the head to the other end.The beds at that time were all hard board beds, and adding two finger-thick straws under the quilt could increase the softness of the bed.Until now, almost every household uses spring beds, and grandpa is still used to laying a layer of dry and fluffy straw under the quilt. I tied up the dead mouse with straw that had been stripped of its leaves and only its stalks remained.I still learned this trick from my grandfather, but my grandfather never used straw to tie a mouse.He is generally used to tie fish or lobster, or crab.Grandpa has a paddy field near the old river. Whenever the rainy season comes, the grandpa's field is flooded by the overflowing water from the old river.The rainy season is often concentrated in the rice harvest season.Therefore, when many people waited for the water in the field to dry up and were busy harvesting, the water in Grandpa's field still overflowed to the ankles.

Ripe rice can’t wait any longer. Even if the water in the field is not dry, you have to roll up your trousers to harvest, otherwise the rice stalks will fall down easily.Once the rice stalks fall down, it not only makes harvesting more difficult, but the rice is also prone to mildew, resulting in reduced production. Grandpa can count when it will rain, and sit at home and smoke when everyone else is pouring chemical fertilizers.After a few days, the rain came, and the fertilizers of some people who didn't listen to grandpa's words were washed away by the rain, wasting a lot of hard work.Grandpa can figure out which type of rice will have less production this year, and choose the right variety before everyone else.Grandpa can count which days will be humid and hot, and spread the rice stored at home on the floor to dry early.

Sometimes my mother laughed and said, "Your grandpa is not the dragon king who calls the wind and rain, but your grandpa knows what the dragon king will do this year." What my mother said was no exaggeration.When I asked him about it, he uttered a lot of neat and rhyming formulas, which made my monk Zhang Er puzzled. But there are times when Grandpa is helpless, such as the field next to Laohe.When it was harvest time, I had no choice but to roll up my trousers with my grandfather and work hard in the paddy field.Grandpa joked that this is our grandson and grandson plowing in the field.It is difficult to pull out because the feet are stuck in the mud, the situation is really a bit like buffaloes plowing the field.

And I learned the method of using straw to tie mice in this paddy field where I can't pull out my legs. Because a truck carrying lobsters overturned on the asphalt road in front of Huamei Village, the lobsters were scattered in the nearby paddy fields.Soon, lobsters with long whiskers and red claws could be found in almost every paddy field in Huamei Village.There are even more old rivers. Some children make a frog as bait, instead of using a hook, they only need a sewing thread to tie it, and then throw the frog as bait into the water. In one morning, they can hang half a bucket of lobsters with teeth and claws. .And when Grandpa was cutting the rice, he saw the water turning up in a cloudy place as if it was boiling, so he quietly opened his hand, touched the place where the water was turning, waited for a while, and then quickly closed his hand.At this time, grandpa asked me with a smile on his face: "Liangzi, guess what I caught in my hand?"

I pretended to count my fingers like my grandpa, and then read a few formulas randomly: "Dongfang Chengzi is smiling, it should be a crucian carp, right?" Grandpa let go of his hand, in the palm is a fish, or a lobster, or a crab.It stayed in Grandpa's hand and didn't struggle to escape.Grandpa raised his hand, and it turned out that a straw had already tied the gills of the fish, or the pincers of the lobster, or the feet of the crab. I asked Grandpa, why do lobsters tie their pincers, and crabs also have a pair of pincers, but why don't they tie their pincers and tie their feet?

Grandpa said that the lobster's pincers can be clamped in all directions, but its legs are too thin, so it is necessary to control its pincers.Although crabs have pincers, the direction of attack is limited.It doesn't care about the back at all, as long as it's not facing it, you can poke its eyes with your fingers. Then I tried it, and sure enough.Later, my grandfather's words reminded me how to deal with four blind men and one-eyed Mr. Ichimokugo.When I couldn't stand it with Mr. Ichimokugo, I told my grandfather about my method, and my grandfather praised me again, saying that I really have a talent for catching ghosts.He didn't know that many of my ideas came from what he told me.

For me, memory is a very sad thing, no matter whether the memory is sad, happy, parting or reunion.When I think of that night now, when I held a dead mouse in a straw and stood in the hazy moonlight, I couldn't help but think of so many things from that straw, so many things about grandpa. Every time I think of this, I can't help but think of the snoring sound across the wall, the smell of smoke next to me, and those two fingers that were yellowed by the smoke. I remember that night very clearly.I don't know why, the more I remember what happened when I was in a daze, the more clearly I remember it.

That night, I threw the mouse away, and when I returned to my bed, I suddenly heard the grandfather next door say a word: "The mouse climbs the beam, and all the magic falls." The voice is not loud, just as I can Hear it, it seems that he said it to me.Although I heard the pronunciation of the word "monster" at the time, I didn't know that it was these two words that my grandfather said.At that time, I thought Grandpa was talking about "Wang Liang" or "Wang Liang". I also found a more reasonable explanation for myself. The "arrogant" in "false good" means a bad person, and "good" means a good person.The mouse climbed up the beam, and the "hundred arts" will fall into the hands of good or bad people. "Baishu" may be referring to my book "Hundred Shu Drive".Whether it was referring to my book "Hundred Shu Drive", I was not sure at the time.Because grandpa only said it in a daze, I also took it as nonsense, and didn't spend much time guessing what grandpa said.However, there should be a reason for the abnormal concentration of rats here tonight.Subconsciously, I sensed that something big was about to happen.At that time, I naturally attributed the possibility of a major event to Mr. Imego.

After Grandpa finished that sentence, the snoring continued again. And my drowsiness surged up like a tide, and I couldn't stop it.I threw myself on the bed and soon fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, before I washed my face, I went to ask my grandpa, "What does it mean when a mouse climbs the beam of the house, and all the tricks fail?" Grandpa was standing on the big rock in front of the door to rinse his mouth. He almost swallowed the toothpaste water in his mouth after hearing what I said.