Time flies by little by little, and the sounds of knocking and scratching on the windows that were supposed to start when it gets dark did not appear on time today.
Zhang Wei and I didn't feel relieved because of this. There must be a monster when something goes wrong. Isn't it really possible that I guessed it? Did we change our strategy for tonight's attack?
Everything I could think of was ready. The windows on both sides of the main room were covered with stones. Only the outside of the main room door was relatively clean. We closed the bedroom doors on both sides tightly from the outside. Tonight, we both
Spending time huddled in the main room.
According to my opinion, this is the safest strategy.
There are bedroom doors on the left and right, and the main room door behind you. Opposite is the rear window of my main room that opens to the back. It's not big and people can't go out. It's just for ventilation and light.
This square space is like the position we need to defend tonight. People are still in the position, but everyone is left in the position!
Zhang Wei, who was dressed in the same strange way as me, also found an aluminum basin and put it on his head. He had a hatchet in one hand and an iron pot lid in the other. It was obvious that this guy was more afraid of death than me, "Three...three man...this
Why is there no movement yet?”
I really had nothing to take, so I used a kitchen knife in one hand and a large water ladle in the other. I stuffed the few large pieces of firewood left in the house into the stove, and added a few splashes of water to a large pot of steaming boiling water.
Liang Shui responded to Zhang Wei's words, "If you ask me, who should I ask? I'm not a rat!"
I accidentally read in the past two days that my grandfather said in his book that animals worship the moon and absorb yin and yang, and they can cultivate and become spiritual spirits. These old animals either have extremely large bodies or parts of their bodies turn white.
I clearly remember that the big rat kowtowing in front of the grave that day was not only intimidating in size, but its mouth and tail were both white, and it looked like a miniature old man.
Now that I think about it, I get goosebumps all over my body and feel chills all over my body. What else could it be if it wasn't becoming a sperm?
"We can't do this unless we seek death..." Zhang Wei was still complaining. I suddenly heard a movement that didn't belong to either of us. The screams of "squeak" and the smell of burnt fur were very close at hand. I looked towards
Zhang Wei kicked him to signal him to shut up.
Obviously, Zhang Wei also heard this sound. His face turned pale, and he and I looked towards the stove mouth on the right side of the main room door. The sound came from there!
There was a blazing fire inside the stove, and I had stuffed a lot of large pieces of wood into it. Even if the fire was extinguished, the dark fire inside could maintain a high temperature all night. Anyone who has built a stove knows this common sense.
The movement just now disappeared after a while. It must be that a mouse entered the flue from above and escaped with its hair burned by the fire.
This was like a signal to start a war and sounded the alarm for us. Zhang Wei and I could see each other's faces turning pale with fear.
Here they come!
There was movement from the bedrooms on both sides, as well as the sound of bricks falling. We didn't dare to go over to check. We were just glad in our hearts that today we were not huddled on the kang, covered with quilts, like the previous two days.
He stayed in the main room in preparation.
After the sound of falling bricks stopped, a clicking and scratching sound began to be heard from the doors of the two bedrooms.
"Quick, move the water tank over and block the door!"
I don’t know where the idea came from, so I pushed Zhang Wei, and the two large water tanks in the house that didn’t have much water were dragged and dragged by the two of us, blocking the exit of the inner door!
Maybe the blind cat encountered a dead mouse, and the scratching on the door panel immediately stopped, but the rear windows and ceiling didn't stop either.
The sound of dense footsteps and running could be heard from the vaulted ceiling that was suspended by a layer of plaster, along with the sound of rattling rats. On the glass of the rear window, because there was no window curtain, the exposed glass was clearly visible.
The figure of an old acquaintance.
No, it should be said that he is a mature rat.
It was like a thief climbing through the window, with its head downwards and a face full of evil intentions, hanging down from the roof, its short forelimbs propped on the window sill, and its pointed snout pressed against the glass of the window.
The white beard on the pointed mouth was still squirming, as if showing a weird smile, looking directly at Zhang Wei and me!
"Fuck you!" Zhang Wei exploded violently. He held a hatchet in one hand and a pot lid in the other, with an excited expression. His whole body was trembling and he looked at the back window through the light in the room. He shouted in Mandarin in shock, indicating his surprise at this moment.
"What the hell is that! A child? A strange old man? A big cat?"
"Rat, a rat spirit who knows how to kowtow!"
I answered his question. At the same time, I didn't know if the wires in the house were broken by mice, and the surrounding light suddenly went dark.
We both felt quite at peace because the fire in the fire pit illuminated the area around us fairly brightly.
We clearly saw that the rear window glass had lost its hold and was knocked over by the big rat.
The areas on both sides of the house that were not completely covered by the water tanks and the holes in the roof were covered in rats.
As a child who grew up in a rural area, my fear of these snakes, insects, rats and ants is not too strong, but that is only for one or two.
And the swarms of rats all over the ground made people's scalp numb and covered with white hair and sweat. They didn't dare to open their mouths even if they wanted to scream, for fear that the rats would fall into their mouths.
At this time, Zhang Wei and I are!
We both had our limbs spread out and kept waving the household items in our hands. We felt something crawling on our legs, backs and hair.
He raised the knife with his hand and chopped the approaching rat to pieces. From time to time, he felt like he was stepping on soft, rotten flesh.
With proper attack and defense, we are not dead yet!
In the light of the fire, I suddenly had an idea and shouted, "Pot!"
There is boiling water in the pot now. I don’t care whether Zhang Wei understands what I mean or not. I lift the ladle with my hands, and with the help of my limbs and kitchen knives, I try my best to push the rats that come forward, no matter how big or small, towards them.
Slap it in open boiling water.
When the mouse fell inside, it writhed violently and squealed, then stopped moving after a while.
I also took a moment to scoop up a ladle of boiling water mixed with half-cooked rat meat, and splashed it on the floor of the main room, causing the scalded rats to flee in all directions.
A few operations have somewhat alleviated the dilemma of being attacked by enemies on many fronts.
Zhang Wei also followed suit, and even went so far as to kick a lot of rats into the stove pit.
"squeak……"
A sharp and long rat cry rang out, and the seriously injured group of rats in front of us actually seemed to be obeying the order. They all suspended their attacks and began to gather at the periphery one step away from us!
Reflecting the firelight, pairs of small mung bean eyes were densely packed, and there was a tendency to pile up.
Our arms felt sore and swollen, as if they were disconnected from our bodies. We were almost paralyzed from exhaustion, so we took this opportunity to breathe.
The big rat squatted condescendingly on the broken rear window, staring at the two of us.
I absolutely believe that it was the one I called just now, and the source of all this is also because of it.