On the third day when I was sent from Shanghai to Xishuangbanna as an educated youth, I was cheated by the fox once.
That day, I went to the market in Dream Soul Town, bought a big capon weighing seven pounds, and prepared to make chicken soup at night. At dusk, I walked back to Man Guanglong stockade along the ancient river with wild animal footprints on my back. The ancient river is quiet and no one can see it. Turning a bay, suddenly, I saw a fox dying on a rocky beach a dozen paces ahead: foaming at the mouth, swollen fur and twitching shoulders; Seeing me, it stood up in panic and tried to escape, but as soon as it stood up, it collapsed weakly. The falling posture is lifelike and impeccable, and it falls flat on the ground, with a bang, and the back of the head hits the pebbles heavily. He lay sprawled on the ground, the butterfly-shaped white spot between his eyebrows twisted painfully and looked at me in despair. I saw clearly that it was an adult male fox with thick hair and bright color, like a large piece of red gold satin. I can't help but have a desire and impulse to catch it. That Zhang Zhengui fox skin really makes me greedy. Everyone is greedy for petty gain. Besides, catching a fox alive empty-handed can also make me pretend to be a hero in front of my son in the future. Why not?
I put my big capon under a banana tree beside me. The capon tied his legs and wings with ropes, and he could not run or fly. Then, I took off my belt and walked around in a circle to the fox that was still alive. Catching a dying fox is like catching a turtle in a jar. Too simple, I think. I walked to the rocky beach and lifted the belt ring, ready to put it around the fox's neck. Suddenly, the fox "came alive", straightened up, turned over quickly and jumped out from under my nose. Shocking. I was shocked. At this time, there was a chicken-like fear behind him. I quickly turned my head and looked dumbfounded. A black-eared female fox with several breasts on her belly is biting my big capon under a wild banana tree. The big capon was firmly tied and lost any ability to resist and escape. For the mother fox, this is definitely much more convenient than getting into the cage to catch the chicken. I bent down to pick up a stone and threw it out, but it was too late. Mother fox grabbed the chicken by the neck and strode to the other side of the dry ancient river. The male fox who pretended to be dead turned a corner and met the female fox who stole the chicken on the other side, one with the chicken's head and the other with legs, walking side by side. When they ran into the forest, the male fox turned around and winked at me. The unique red and white tail shook me strangely twice. I don't know whether to apologize or thank you. I was caught off guard and looked ridiculous. I tried to take advantage of the fox, but the fox took advantage of me! I went back to the stockade in frustration and told the village chief what happened on the road. The village chief laughed and said, "This ghost fox, look at your white face and elegant dress, knowing that you are only a student from the city, dare to play a diversion to cheat you." I'm not happy to hear that. In addition to the frustration of failure and the anger of being cheated, I also felt a resentment that was looked down upon by people.
One morning a few months later, I went to the ancient river to cut wood. I smelled a fox in front of a fallen tree. I pulled wormwood with a wooden knife. Suddenly, a fox whizzed out of a deep hole under a tree root and squeaked out of my heel. A big red and white tail with a butterfly between his eyebrows, isn't that the male fox who pretended to be dead and cheated me out of castration?
This guy fled to a place more than 20 meters away from me, suddenly fell like a vine, rolled around like a ball, faced me, hissed and smoked air conditioning, as if his back pain was unbearable. It turned and ran away. Just one step later, it howled loudly. It seems to have twisted its hind leg and its body is unstable. Hold one hind leg high and turn around. It looks as if I can easily cut off its head as long as I walk over with a firewood knife.
I saw at a glance that it was the same trick, trying to lure me to the bait; As soon as I get close to it, it will immediately stop lumbago and limp, and escape faster than the rabbit. It's wishful thinking to want me to be taken in the same trick for the second time! I think the male fox is cheating me in the same way. The purpose is obvious. Just to trick me into leaving the hole under the tree root. This hole must be the fox's nest. Nine times out of ten, the mother fox still stays in the cave. I guess, just like last time, the male fox pretended to be dead and lied to me, and the female fox would go behind my back to complete the liar's activities. I didn't mention the big capon in my hand, and there was nothing else to eat. I don't know what they want to cheat me, but one thing is certain. They are definitely trying to cheat me again. At this moment, I don't want to chase the male fox, let the liar watch him cheat and miscarry, and let him experience the pain of failure. Is it an interesting revenge?
I sneered, instead of chasing the male fox, I took two steps closer to the tree hole, raised a discerning wooden knife and waited at the hole. As soon as the mother fox sticks her head out, I will cut it off and behead it in public! A fox-skinned capon can earn more money.
Behind him, the male fox limped more and more in pain, cried more and more sadly, and spat out clouds of foam at the corners of his mouth, so he walked several meters towards * *. I threw it away and ignored it. Hum, don't say that you are lame in only one leg, that is, foaming at the mouth, that is, all four legs are lame. Even if you roll your eyes and lie still on your back, you won't let me fall for it again. After a while, the male fox probably understood that his clumsy deception could not fool me, so he put down his hanging leg, straightened his bent waist and stopped turning painfully. He squatted on the ground and looked at me blankly with sad eyes. "Yo yo-"The sharp fox let out a shrill long whistle and looked worried.
Anxiety and disappointment, you asked for it. Do you think that student kid from White Face City is that gullible? See if you dare to despise an educated youth like me in the future!
The male fox squatted in the grass more than ten meters away from me, and I squatted at the hole of the tree with a firewood knife. The mother fox curled up in a deep tree hole, and we were deadlocked for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, the male fox screamed at the top of his lungs and jumped into a small tree. His jumping posture is different from usual. His four paws are tightly hooked on his stomach and his head is exposed in front. With a bang, half of its face hit the trunk of a small tree, one ear was open, and its right face was scratched from eyelid to chin by rough bark. He stood up, bit his front leg and shook his body violently. With a hiss, he tore off a piece of palm-sized skin from the front leg and the inside of his chest. The skin did not fall off completely, hanging on the chest, dangling, and deep red blood overflowed from the wound, making the skin fly like a small red flag in the wind. This is both interesting and terrible.
This male fox must be crazy, I think. My eyes were attracted by its crazy behavior, ignoring the movement in the tree hole and only hearing a "whoosh". A red figure jumped out of the tree hole when I was unprepared. I woke up and cut it down, and naturally it was empty; When I looked annoyed, it turned out to be the female fox, with a pink thing in her mouth, who was in a hurry to escape to the bushes behind the mound. Damn it, the male fox played a hard trick with me, and I was cheated again!
Mother fox jumped to the top of the mound, paused, and gently spit out the pink things on the ground. Then I saw that it was a little fox. It's probably not the full moon yet. Mother Fox changed her posture and picked up the little fox, and soon disappeared into the impenetrable bush.
Oh, there is a nest of foxes hidden in the tree hole! In order to confirm my guess, I squatted on the ground and put my ear into the hole to listen carefully. There is indeed a "chirp" noise inside; I don't know how many little foxes are in the tree hole. There can be at least three foxes at a time, and at most seven foxes, usually four or five foxes. The little ones were originally drilled into the warm arms of mother fox. When the mother fox suddenly left, they felt scared and cold, so they kept calling in sharp voices, asking their mother for safety and warmth. When I put my ear into the hole in the tree, the male fox screamed "yo-yo, yo-yo" and jumped desperately, tearing the wounds on his face and chest with his claws, making him covered in blood. I understand that the male fox is trying to attract my attention. I don't know why, but my heart was so blocked that I couldn't bear to lie in the tree hole any more, so I stood up. The male fox is a little quieter. Alas, poor bear the wind!
At this time, in the bushes behind the mound, there came the scream of the female fox "Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo", which was sharp, high-pitched, gloomy and powerful, and contained some kind of command. I saw the male fox pricked up his ears, listened attentively, raised his face and looked at the white clouds and the sun in the sky solemnly. Suddenly, it lifted its front legs, stuffed its knees into its mouth and took a hard bite. I think this is the most harmful noise in the world, and I have goose bumps. Soon, the leg was bitten off the epiphysis, the flesh was still attached, and the calf was hanging in the air. After two turns, the calf was finally disassembled like a part, revealing Bai Sensen's leg bones, blood pouring out, and the grass in front of him was all wet. It looked at me with a look of expectation, longing and pleading, and limped back, as if to say to me, look, I'm really hurt, I can't escape quickly, and I'm really easy to be caught by you. Come after me, come after me!
I know very well in my heart that what the male fox is doing now is essentially a deception. He tricked me into leaving the tree hole by cruel means and asked the mother fox to move the little foxes one by one to the safe bushes. But in the face of this deception, although I can see through it, I can't resist it; I feel that the hole in the tree where I stand seems to have become a boiling pot, a suffocating steamer, and I can't stay any longer. I think I can only have a heart transplant immediately, and replace my 17-year-old boy's heart with a 70-year-old profiteer's heart. Maybe I can continue to smile calmly with a firewood knife at the hole of the tree. I feel that there is a powerful force pushing me and I have to chase the male fox. The male fox stumbled and fled all the way, dripping blood all the way, and it was very difficult to escape. Several times, I can cut with a knife, but I can't tell why. When the blade cuts the fox's blood, my wrist is always inclined and I can't help cutting on the grass.
The male fox howled in pain and stubbornly fled away from the tree hole. I followed him closely. I never looked back at the tree hole again. I knew that at this moment, mother fox was nervously transferring their little baby. . . . .
Finally, the mother fox's long whistle came from the bushes, with a gentle tone, as if sending a letter to report peace. The male fox showed a happy expression on his face. He adjusted his posture, raised his head and straightened up, as if to end the game that lured me to chase, and suddenly "came alive" and flew into the bushes to reunite with mother fox and little fox. I also hope that the male fox can wink at me cunningly, shake his big red and white tail and disappear without a trace; However, it just made an appearance of escape, and suddenly it was cut in the area and never got up again. It bled too much and then died.