To the north of Sunjiawan in Yanshi, Luoyang, lies the stretching Mang Mountain.
It rains continuously - Meng Laosan, 60, of Sunjiawan, has never seen rain in Sanjiu since he can remember. He rolled up two quilts and got into bed, looking at the 20 fox fur hats on the cabinet - fluffy and pleasant texture, thinking: Don't get out, it's cold enough, it will be sunny the day after tomorrow for the market.
On the fourth day of November, there was a large gathering in Youdian Village on the slope, and the rain was still foggy. Meng Laosan cursed and wrapped the hat in three layers, put it in the basket, and covered it with two layers of plastic sheeting. When walking out of the gate, a furry thing flashed past the Xitou pig pen.
Meng Laosan felt uneasy in his heart. He was a very trusting person. When he was young, he went to Nanshan to pull coal. People who went to the coal kiln saw something wrong before going out, so they turned around and went home without saying anything. There was a miner named Zhou. Before he went out, he saw a dog with two tails. The dog bared its teeth and refused to let him go forward. He didn't care and raised his feet to scare the dog away. Later, the coal kiln collapsed, and the miner named Zhou was crushed to death underneath.
Meng Laosan has heard many similar stories while pulling coal all year round. After a lot of struggle, I decided to set off - looking forward to this winter, this is the last big gathering on the slopes.
Be careful on the road, don't go along ditches, don't go on alleys. Ji Shang is polite, smiles when meeting people, and does not argue with others. By mid-afternoon, 10 lots had been sold. Meng Laosan closed the stall and went to the bun stall to order fried buns with beef soup. I'm in a good mood and drink the soup. There was the last bun left, so I took a bite and looked at the people passing by. My heart skipped a beat, remembering something that had flashed by me in the morning.
A sharp face with watery eyes squeezed out from the densely packed human legs. It was a fox. The fox bared its teeth and disappeared into the human's legs. The mutton fried buns and half a bowl of beef soup lost their taste instantly. Meng Laosan resisted and finished eating, bought 10 more fried buns, and took them back to his wife.
It gets dark quickly in winter. Meng Laosan hurriedly hurried, and when he arrived at the Zhongyi Village Temple, it was already dark and it was raining heavily.
Meng Laosan put the burden in the temple to take a breath, and heard someone shouting: Master Meng San. Because he was good at hunting foxes, both adults and children in the village called him Meng Laosan. He smiled in his heart: After all, foxes are beasts, not as considerate as humans, and even if they want to deceive me, they won't find out clearly.
Mr. Meng! Mr. Meng! The screams were getting closer. Meng Laosan squinted his eyes and fell asleep, and quietly put his hand on the pole. A fox with watery eyes appeared at the temple gate. Meng Laosan suddenly picked up the pole, swung it round, and shouted: Get out! The carrying pole was swung on the fox's head, but the fox did not bleed or hide. When he looked carefully, he saw that there was no fox in front of him, only a stray weed.
Meng Laosan picked up the basket and stepped into the rain curtain, surrounded by countless shining stars, like fox eyes and will-o'-the-wisps. Meng Laosan is not afraid. After hunting foxes all his life, only foxes are afraid of him.
I was in a hurry, and the food I just ate was churning in my stomach. I wanted to relieve myself under the tree on the east side, but the fox was running around under my feet. I couldn't get my feet down, so I hurriedly ran to the earth wall on the west side. The fox squinted and smiled in the distance, and Meng Laosan scolded: You beast, I will wear a clip tomorrow, and no one can escape.
After relieving himself, there was no trace of the fox until he got home.
I thought before going to bed, will I stop hunting foxes in the future?
At night, my father asked me in a dream: You idiot, how did you end up on my grave?
Meng Lao ran to take a look at the next day and found that he had pulled it himself.
