My home is in Yunnan Mountain, and there is a single widower in the village, who eats snakes and catches snakes, and is called the king of snakes.
He was naked and barefooted in the mountains to catch snakes.
He caught the snake and didn’t kill it. He was tortured to death, either he burned it alive with barbed wire, or he burned the water open and boiled it alive.
Because of this, the kid in the village scared him.
According to the village’s elders, his wife was pregnant when he was young and was killed by a viper, resulting in a mental anomaly.
But he was very nice to the children, and sometimes he caught them and sold them to restaurants for money, some for wine and others for sugar.
My impression of him was that I had come home, and someone in my village had a very violent big rooster, and when I was short and thin, walking through the front door of the family, the big rooster probably ate a pickle.
At that point, the king of snakes came out, grabbed the big rooster and threw it all the way out, and fell down and comforted me and asked me if I was okay.
And I cried and cried and ran back, and my family thought that the king of snakes had bullied me and that he was mistaken.
But I really realized that Snake King was a strange man, that was another thing.
About the sixth grade of my primary school, a classmate of our village went to the mountains to pick up the fungus.
People in the village say they’re fascinated by ghosts.
The village chief then mobilized men, women and children to look for them.
We found the night from midday, raised the light rod, hit the flashlight, searched the village over and over again, and finally found a place called the Snake Trench.
There were rumours in the village that there was a big snake in that big hole, which was ten metres long, and that when the weather was good in the day, it filled the hole with clouds and clouds, making it cloudy.
What is most exaggerated is the rumour that every time, fifteen years, standing under a snake’s ravine, you can see the snake swallows into the moon, glows, absorbs the sun and moon.
Kids, we were scared.
The old ones were more superstitious and said they could not go in at night, except for the great snake, when many people were digging for jade and stone at the end of the place, and there were many bodies buried in the ditches, who died here at that time, and who were easily fascinated at night, and the little boy who went to pick up the fungus might be lost.
But you’ve been looking everywhere for your life.
So our village chief went in with a couple of young men with a flashlight.
It’s so strange that you can only see a mountain water show on the outside. It’s a big ditch under the moonlight.
But as soon as you go in, the trees inside are so tall, you can’t see on either side of the ditch, you can’t see anything about five metres away, and you can only see dark fog.
The mist in the mountains is so strange, it’s not clear to the naked eye, and it’s scary in the branches.
Then the village chief took those men inside and went into the gutter.
But they did not know what was wrong and could not walk into it, when the village chief panicked and then tried to leave with a few young men but could not find a way out.
The people who were outside the snake ditch were panicking because it was only 200 to 300 metres, and if they went in slow, the hour was over, and the village chief had gone in with him for two hours without seeing anyone.
An old man has already killed a chicken head to make a toast.
At that time, the king of snakes came and pointed to the cobra gutter and said that there was a snake in it, and both the village chief and the child were fascinated by it.
Some of the village’s letters are not.
The king of snakes keeps us all away from each other, saying that the snake will be scared, that the snake will be a fairy, that he will be a dragon, that he will be angry, that he will eat.
Some of the younger ones said that the king of snakes built superstitions, and how could it be so far away that when the torch was on, the flashlight would go in and save people.
But there’s an older generation that’s been in the way of this snake’s ravine, which has been in it for hundreds of years, and many of them, and many of those who died in the ravine, are afraid.
Later, it was the village’s book, so the snake king went in alone and rescued the village chiefs, while the others went looking elsewhere, and the others remained at a distance.
This compromise was agreed upon, and the Snake King went in alone.
It’s a coincidence that that day was just 15.
The first 15 years of our lives have been characterized by a lot of talk and philosophies, as in the countryside. The village chief, though he does not believe in the God of Viper, is more respectful of custom. He knows that he may be fascinated by ghosts.
In a logical way, a flashlight was used outside the gutter and could be seen far away.
But deep in the mountains, there are many things that cannot be seen as normal.
The villagers and the king of snakes recalled that there was no movement in the snakes’ ravine, but only black, with a particularly strong air.
And it’s a lot of snakes in this ditch.
What a snake, a vegetable snake, a bamboo leaf, everywhere.
In the lawn, you can get a couple of snakes under a cover.
That’s why this place is called a snake ditch.
The village chief waited in the ditch for a while and shouted and the sound resounded in the ditch.
But the people outside can’t hear.
They waited for a bit of a breakdown when Snake King appeared.
The village chief said that the king of snakes was naked, barefooted, carrying a big stick in his hand and without a light, came out like a ghost, and was not talking, pointing at them outside.
The mayor said, “What are you doing?
The king of snakes is just pointing out of the valley, not talking, and signaling the village chief with his eyes that they are leaving.
The village chief also knew that the snake king was a bit of a bad brain and went out with him. Strangely, the snake king did not hit his flashlight or set his torch, but saw it clearly.
He led the village chief and walked out of the ditch for 10 minutes.
As soon as the village chiefs came out, all of them surrounded, the village chief said that the ghost had hit the wall, that there was no road at all, and that they shouted and signaled with a flashlight and asked why we could not see.
Everyone outside said nothing.
The mayor says it’s weird. Is the son of a bitch really evil?
He said, “It is good that you did not shoot, but the snake is eating. The baby is in a snake hole, and I will save it.” I’m sorry.
Said he was going in.
The village chief stopped him and asked him how he knew the child was in the ditch.
The king of snakes shuts his mouth and uses his hands to keep everyone out of it.
He was then alone and without a flashlight, and his bare feet walked into the cobra ditch.
This was the whole night, when the village had learned the lessons of the past and could not easily go in, the lost father could not help but go in and almost become fascinated and wait for dawn.
At dawn, the village will finally be able to enter the ditch.
It’s strange that by day it’ll be all over the place.
Some of the people in the village went to the big hole in the ditch, and as soon as they went in, some of them blew up.
Because the snake king was naked and sleeping with the missing little girl.
Someone went up there and beat the king of snakes and said that the child was locked up and molested.
No wonder no one knew where the child was before, but the Snake King knew that the lost child was in the snake’s ditch.
Because this child was abducted by the Snake King.
Once it was instigated, the moods of the civilian population broke out so quickly that the king of snakes, who tried to explain it, was beaten up.
Because, from the beginning, the king of snakes said that no one had seen the snake, but he was caught sleeping with the missing little girl.
The crowd was so angry that they arrested him and beat him up, tied him up and sent him to jail in the country, and many called him an animal.
There are also those who say that there are no big snakes in that coyote ditch and that the king of snakes is doing all this.
At that time, the king of snakes was confused.
He was beaten and tied up in a large team site.
The Snake King was incontrovertible when the people of the village were about to send him to the country at noon, and it suddenly started raining, and there was a storm, and then thunder struck, and the Snake King was beaten with blood, and he said, “The Snake is going up, the Snake is going up…”
People think he’s bullshit.
But look out, there’s a big snake in the pantry, and it’s on an old tree, and it’s shaking in the wind, like it’s going up.
Everyone’s in shock.
At least a few hundred people in the village saw this.
Storm and rain, thunder and lightning. And a blast struck and killed in the midst of a thunderbolt.
The eyes were straight.
Even worse, the storm stopped after the snake had been struck by lightning.
The parents of the lost little girl came to the team site with her and said that the little girl was in good health. She also said that the Snake King had done nothing to her and had been protecting her.
Some of them will believe it, but my classmate is 12 years old, and he’s in a good school, and he doesn’t lie.
And it was shocking that the serpent had been struck by lightning before, when the chief of the village, the chief of the village and the chief of the village were shown to have been released.
It’s getting hot in our country.
Then went to the snake’s ravine, where the cobra was more than five metres long, a mountain wind (the king cobra), which the village’s elders had said would last at least a dozen or twenty years to grow up, and where the snake was specialized in eating the viper, and was fierce.
There are a lot of snakes on our side, but the wind is rare, and so much so is unknown.
What is even more strange is that, after this passing wind has been struck by lightning, there is little gas after that snake’s ditch, and there are no more snakes.
Then asked the king of snakes, who said, “The snakes are for the snakes, and they are for the snakes.
The one who wanted to eat a man before he went up, failed, and was struck by lightning.
If it did eat that little girl, it’d fly.
But the snake didn’t succeed, and there must be revenge in the back.
Most of the people in the village are the king of snakes, but some believe that there is no way, and sometimes the countryside is superstitious.
The Snake King said, “It’s easy to build a temple over there. Fifteen years ago, he put a light on the snake.
After that, the village did as a whole.
They found a place in the Concert Trench and asked Mr. Monsignor to think about the place, the hole where the Snake King and the little girl were hiding, piled up a few large stones at the door, built a shrine, hung a red cloth, even a temple called the Snake Temple in the village.
It was said that it was amazing to see a little snake plate in the temple in the old days.
I knew about the snake king was a good man at that time, but I felt a little bit apart.
Ten years later, I graduated from college to start a business in my home country, where we started a few ways more quickly, one of which was to pick up the fungus, we had black truffles in our mountain forest by the end of the season, the horse in the fungus, a lot of herbs, yellow sperm, blood scabs (Dangin), Gagan, gold and silver, 37th, most famous, and most of the people in the village grew sterema.
But when I thought about how many snakes we had here, and how I studied nursing at college and how many of my classmates were doing medical sales, my classmates encouraged me to go back and build a factory for snakes, mainly for snakes.
In fact, snakes are covered in treasures, snake venom, snake skin, snake meat, snake oil, and we’ve always had professional people on our side to buy it, because we’ve been in the village for a long time, but we haven’t had enough time to do it in the next town, and we’ve had a few snake factories.
So I made a loan to my family for hundreds of thousands of dollars and rented a mountain near the temple of the snake a little away from the village for the purpose of raising the chickens, and soon after the certification, the factory was repaired, and when I looked for a worker, I thought of the king of snakes.
I’ll look at the Snake King at this point. It’s a bit of a trick, because we have a lot of snakes, a lot of poison-free vagabonds, a lot of venomous five-step snakes, silver cycling snakes, bamboo leaf, and a lot of wind. The Snake King seems never to be afraid.
So I took two bottles of wine, cut two pounds of pork head in the village and made a little tofu, and came to the house of the Snake King.
The Snake King’s mind is much more sober, and people are much better off talking like normal people.
Then I said to Yang, his real name is Yang, after the three rounds of wine, “Teacher Yang, go to my snake factory and help him.” I’m sorry.
The king of snakes laughed, and drank with a glass, and his face was a little red, and he said, “The six children grew up and became their own boss.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d change his mind.
“It’s a good idea for your snake factory, but it’s not a place to stand up. I’m sorry.
I stopped and asked him, “Mr. Yang, why?” I’m sorry.
The king of snakes smoked another cigarette, and said, “When the snake died, he set up a snake temple, and the snake ran away, and the rat came, and you had a big rat at the snake factory, and the son of a bitch was very fierce, and you were afraid that you would not be able to feed it.” I’m sorry.
When I heard it, I said the snake king’s brain was still weak and confused.
Seeing me on my side, the Snake King may have seen me wondering, laughing and saying nothing.
It didn’t work out, but it didn’t affect anything on my side, and after about five months, my snake factory was a little big, and we had a lot of support, pigs, chickens and frogs, and a few snakes, and soon it opened up.
Snakes at the snake factory are also very good-looking. A lot of people say it’s because I built them in a snake temple, with the long bug’s blessing, of course.
As a result, in the sixth month, when the first little snakes hatched, something happened to the snake factory.
The snakes in the factory have disappeared for no reason, or they have been eaten by something, and many of the snakes have been ripped out of their stomachs and have died in tragic conditions, which do not seem to be a normal way of dying.
Our snake factory installed surveillance, went to see it and found that some snakes were eaten by something like an owl and an owl in the sky, but most of them ate black shadows.
Yeah, black shadows, only at night, and that thing can only see a black shadow every time it looks like a hammer or a yellow tummy.
The snake factory’s workers are native farmers, known as Yunnan’s Kingdom of Animals, and all kinds of wild animals are common, but it’s not available with a clamp, not only for my family’s snakes, but also for chickens from other farms, and a chicken farm that was bitten dozens of chickens one night, and soon we began to have a wild animals-dog-dog-sucking thing that’s been chewing on in our place.
I lived in a snake factory for half a month, and I tried so hard not to catch it, but the shadows saw it, looking at a little hairy, black beast with long tails, like a puppy, very fast and fierce, and one day a worker almost grabbed it, and it bit it.
There’s no news in the neighborhood, and it’s still full of noise. We’ve done everything in the farm, and we haven’t caught it. And finally, I remember the snake king telling me that after the snake died, there was a big rat on our side.
I just built a factory, so I didn’t remember the king’s words at all, so I thought it was a little bit similar.
So I quickly let the workers in the factory beat up the rats, and I didn’t get anything except to catch some rats in the snake factory, because the snakes themselves ate rats, and we couldn’t have rats at the factory.
I went to the king with a few bottles of wine.
The snake king did not sell, and told me that he was the one who bit the farm animals.
The snake had a rival, the big mouse, and the big snake had been competitive after it had been struck by lightning.
Snakes eat rats, and rats eat snakes when they’re sperm. They’re not gonna catch them.
I asked the Snake King if there was a way to deal with this big rat. After all, he bit me hundreds of snakes a month.
The snake king said there was a way, but he couldn’t solve it, he had to go to the town food station, find an old man with a last name, the old man with a cat at the food station, and everyone knew that he was called Elvis.
I stopped, Elvis?
The king noded and asked me to cook first.
After dinner, I drove up to the king of snakes, who asked me to buy a few bottles of wine and two cigarettes, and then we went all the way to town.
Our town was on the edge of the river, formerly a railway hub. It was quite luxurious.
And Elvis is in the middle of the grain station in our town, and it was a beautiful place, and I remember every year when we were kids, when the adults came here with their bare food, and then they paid for it.
Those who were able to work at the food station were envious.
However, the number of people arriving at the food station has been decreasing, and it is now very small and old, and it is only when we get to the local area that we know that the national reserves are now in the county, and that the town’s warehouses are rented to others to sell electric cars.
So we took the car and found the rice factory.
As soon as we got there, the Snake King pointed to the front and said, “Look, Elvis.”
I looked at a certain bald middle-aged man, with one hand on a basket, some fish in a basket, and he walked in front, with 20 or 30 cats on the back, and looked like a cat and a stray cat, and the cats were so gentle, they were so tender behind his ass, the middle-aged man cried, he threw a little fish out, and the cats didn’t grab it, and they ate the fish.
It’s not weird for the rice factory.
I’m curious to ask the king of snakes: “This king is a little strange. I’m sorry.
And the Lord of Snakes laughed with a dry smoke, and said, “What is so strange? I tell you, the devil is afraid of him. He catches rats without a cat. Do not believe in you.” I’m sorry.
I’m serious. I don’t believe it. No cat.
The Snake King laughs, and says that your baby doesn’t know where he is.
I didn’t believe it in my heart, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit murmured when I saw the king’s words and said that I was afraid to make a deal before I saw them.
The King of Snakes calls me to look.
So he and I were sneaking around the queen, looking at what the King was doing.
He had 20 or 30 cats, which seemed to be on a patrol, and there were particularly many rats in the rice factory, especially the rice rat, which was very sophisticated, difficult to catch and had a human nature, which, when it was too many, was hiding, and it was difficult to catch, but Elvis snuck the cats around, like he stabbed a rat’s nest.
I saw a rat jump up and down over there, jumping out of the corner of the rice factory and out of the warehouse, but the cats were there and the rats couldn’t get away.
One of the rats is extremely visible, and the big mouse is as big as a kitten and has a hairy, dark hair.
It ran a few steps to the left, was stopped by a couple of cats, was stopped by a few cats, and in my gaze, the big mouse jumped up and went towards the wall.
The big rat, of course, didn’t escape Elvis’s eyes, and he learned to bark a few cats, titties, and then pointed to the big mouse.
The magic scene came up.
The 20-thirty cat was divided into 78 big cats, like a hunting team, a division of labour, a blockage, a drive, and soon the big rat was driven to Elvis.
The big rat, with his eyelids dripping, looked to the left and seemed to be unable to escape and fell directly on the ground, with his belly up and his legs standing still, where he was playing dead.
There’s a big cat scratching with his claws, and the big mouse is not moving.
The king of snakes smoked, and said, “See, this rat is the king of these rats, but the game is still behind us. Look! I’m sorry.
He said, “I’m busy looking, I can’t just look at it…
And the big mouse, with its black eyes and its bellies, leaped out of the earth while the cat turned his head, and jumped up, and went forth to a distant place.
Then, suddenly, there were rats coming out of nowhere, and the former servants followed them to the cats as if they were helping the rat king escape.
Isn’t it amazing?
Snake King asked me.
I’m nodding. I’m not looking.
However, it was even more surprising that the big mouse ran away from his left, and suddenly came out of nowhere with a big cat, a little smaller in shape than the big mouse, but in a remarkable manner, he was killed by the big mouse.
Let the big rat squeak in his mouth, and it just struts forward, walks in front of Elvis, rubs his legs with his body.
Elvis took the big mouse, squeezed it around his neck, and then he waved and laughed at us.
The Snake King pulled me, “Go and eat wine. You have a good life.” I’m sorry.
At the gatekeeper’s room, we explained briefly that Elvis was a few names, known as “words” , a name that was rare in other places, but rare in Yunnan, and I called him Uncle. He asked me to sit with the king of snakes, he found a grain of grass, he burned the big rat’s fur, salted us with white wine, and made us a stupor with pepper.
I’ve seen a lot of rat meat, and I’ve lost my mind, and I haven’t eaten it. The king of snakes knows my worries and slaps me in the head: “You guacamole, this rat eats food, it smells good. I’m sorry.
And We shall have a taste of the faith, and indeed We have opened a new heavens and a new earth.
And he smiled and said, “It’s the two of us. It’s been 10 years since the rat had told us, the rice that eats so much food, and he said, “The place of our snake temple, it’s so long.”
He said that our place in Yunnan, a place with a hundred miles of different sound and a mountain in which the weather is different, and the place where the snake temple was to be placed, was a place where the mountains had water and water, a rich plant, and a lot of medicine, and a lot of gas, were a place where the animals in the mountains, who had become climate-climate, liked to remain. Unfortunately, the reservoirs of water had been repaired in the past few years, and the wind water on the side of your snake temple would not have been able to keep the snakes, otherwise there would not have been any fertilizing.
As for the so-called rat sperm, it’s not uncommon that animals are older and have taken their medicine in the mountains, which is more than normal animal elves, and the usual way to catch them.
I asked him if there could be any way to deal with the mouse, after all, the big mouse was abominable, and it had caused hundreds of snakes to harm our snake factory, and the pig farm around it had suffered.
Uncle said it was a good thing, but he was working at the rice factory for five days, taking two days off, waiting for him to come to our snake factory for two days to deal with that rat, but he had to go to work for the next week.
The next week, when I heard about it, it was a critical time for our snake factory to hatch the little snakes, and it was too much damage to them by the mouse.
It was clear that he had thought of it, and he photographed me on the shoulder, pointing at the king of snakes, saying, “You are a child who knows nothing of the treasures of the mountain, and Yang is no bad at all. He and I had taught martial arts in Wang’s house in Guizhou, and we were brothers and sisters, and so will I.” I’m sorry.
I’m surprised to see Snake King.
The king of snakes is one-faced boob, which seems to recall something, but he does not want to mention it much, and waved that his skills are far from good.
He did not want to say so, and taught me another trick, so that I would go to the pig-killer in our village, lend him the pig-killer’s scepter and knife, put it in red cloth and buried it in the hall, and the scepter would hit it a few times every night to make sure that the rat would not go.
I said, can’t we have some cats?
Uncle Shizuku, saying that the common cat is not the rat’s match, that the mouse eats herbs for some years, that the elf is like a man, can’t fool it, can’t hack it. It’s afraid of the wild cat on the hill. It’s hard to find now, but he has other ways.
I’m just taking it down.
I was so happy to think that the mouse had solved it, that I was drying up meat and drinking white wine with them, and I heard a lot of strange stories, like the snake, Uncle Li and Uncle Yang (the king’s real name) said that the snake might have been raised in another snake temple.
I can’t say.
Uncle Yang noded and said that you didn’t know your child, so it was rare to cross the mountain, but there were few but many of us, and the snakes were usually too close to each other to hide in the mountains, and most of them were raised.
Then they talk, talk about their youth, go to the Wang family in Guizhou to teach martial arts and talk about their masters.
Their master seems to be a great monk in Guizhou. He knows everything. He is the best at Luban and the best at magic.
I hear in the fog of the clouds, but I hear Uncle Yang and Uncle Byword that there are so many witches from the ancient mountains, and these traditional beliefs are unbelief, but many do not understand, nor do they seem to be obstinate. And if they do not believe, they should fear God.
It is not clear from one or two words that you young people are not afraid of, but we old men believe in.
I don’t believe this, because I’m a medical student, and I was in contact with the extraction and corpses in my freshman year, and I was scared, and then it was common for the bodies to look at them, and I always felt that the world could live and die.
It seems to me that these legends of Lubanism, sorcery and sorcery, more like traditional folk crafts, have some hidden secrets.
Uncle Yang also said that when they taught the master at Wang’s family in Guizhou, he went out and sang, grabbed a rooster with his hand and said the curse, it was not surprising that the rooster would not be allowed to move and be cast a cursed. Their master was a carpenter, and there was a Ruban book in the house, which was sold in a rural shop, but it was usually only in one book a year, and the rest of the book was written with a cursing spell and could not easily be studied.
I’ve heard of this Rubin book, saying that carpenters’ ink fights were a cure for zombies, and there was a story about a carpenter whose master had offended the house, who had crucified a wedge in their house, and then the family was sick, and the animals couldn’t make it, and almost died, and then asked someone else to see that the beam had been made.
When I was a child, I also heard stories about carpenters working in the master’s house, doing it too late, coming home at night with bright rods, walking to the graveyards of the wild with mountain ghosts (such as zombies), who want to eat people, and who want to eat coffins.
The carpenter was a little tactful, and he assumed that he was sweating, so that the Mountain Ghost could sit down for a while and eat it when his body was a little less angry. As soon as the Mountain Ghost thought that the hot blood in a man’s heart was to cool it down, he grabbed the carpenter to keep the carpenter at the edge of the coffin and prevented the carpenter from running away.
As a result, the carpenter was in a state of acute ingenuity, slamming a mountain ghost into a coffin, then covering it up, entangling the coffin with ink lines, and the carpenter was trapped and killed.
I’ve heard a lot about carpenters, but Uncle Yang says it’s probably true. The carpenter has learned Luban arts. How else can he be trapped in a mountain?
They learned Luban’s written spell, which was a great trade, and Uncle Yang told them about what he had experienced. They followed him to another carpenter while in Guizhou, and there was an old man who asked them to fight for a birthday. He entered the door with his head and foot, and looked at the wood with his head on his tail, westward, and two inches on his head, with a slightly different face, and told them that the old man would live for only seven days and said that he would be ready for later.
The masters were very angry, their old men had a hard life, they had a good life, they couldn’t survive for more than seven days, and they had gone away for less than seven days.
In the middle of the chat, a couple of cats from uncle’s family came to us, and the cats were sticky and human, but they were strong, and I licked half a bowl of white wine with a flower cat and fell on the floor, lazily stretching my limbs and snoring, and then started snorting, and Uncle’s more violent cats drank white wine.
I’ve had a lot of it too. He says there’s another way to deal with that rat.
He smiled and said, “I have a skunk here. I’m sorry.
I stopped and asked him what the skunk was, weasel?
The uncle shook his head, saying no, but the weasel was a weasel, he had a weasel, he was a close relative of weasel, he ate rats, he ate rats, but the wildlife was spiritual and needed a way to “please” pass.
I was busy asking, “How can I please?”
The Uncle smiled and lifted the wine in his hand.
It turns out that this animal is like a human being, but it likes to drink, to be famous, for example, monkeys, Yunnan mountains, monkeys, who used to have a wine called monkey wine. It’s said that the wild monkeys on the hill picked up the fruit and fermented it, and the monkeys drank drunk punches, and the old hunters in the mountains before liberation preferred to use the wine and the nests, but it’s not just monkeys, but spiritual skunks.
It is said that, in ancient times, the wine was a sacrifice used by witches to communicate with the angels, and it seems to be true.
After the words, let’s go back to rest, and three days later it’ll be 15, the moon will be round, and then it’ll be thicker, and he’ll come here at night, and he’ll “please” the skunk to help me catch the rat.
And then we’ll see the skunk at the moon, and this guy won’t see it.
And these days, Uncle Yang was not idle, he looked after me every day in my snake farm, and I became aware of his methods.
They call him Snake King.
I found the snakes in the snake farm as gentle as their grandchildren, and he grabbed them, and he liked to play with them, and they swam in his hand, spitting their tongues, and looked so good.
I asked Uncle Yang why they called you Snake King?
Uncle Yang’s face changed. He took a cigarette and started telling me some old stories.
According to Uncle Yang, our village, and more than a dozen villages a little further, are basically not native here.
This mountain area, probably during the national era, was the result of fighting, probably because of the Japanese invasion, when a large number of people fled, and after liberation, the country created the Yunnan Production and Construction Regiment. Most of us were recruited from Chongqing Gang, Wan County, and some from Guizhou, who did so, so we spoke differently from Yunnan’s natives and some Sichuan dialects.
I can’t blame Uncle Yang for teaching martial arts at the Wang family in Guizhou.
As for his wife, Zhiqing Guizhou, who was an accountant of the commune, who attended night school and was literate, he was also a member of the communal armed forces and his family was happy.
Say here, Uncle Yang is silent.
I saw his face so badly, he didn’t open his mouth, he smoked so hard, he threw it out, he kept talking.
By that time, Deng Xiaoping had begun to take charge of the country’s economic activities, and we had many emeralds, many wild animals and medicines in our mountainous region, which had led to poachers, just after the war against Vietnam’s self-defence, many weapons had been diverted to the civilian population, and some of them had stolen and smuggled from our country.
At the time, their armed forces were in charge of fighting these criminals, when they were really trying to get their heads off their backs, because of the fact that in Burma, Siem Reap, in Cambodia, there were many other parties who had lost, often came to harass them, their local fairs, selling short dogs like cabbage, taking a basket, putting a couple of balakas on them, and talking about the use of “smoking” or “gold” in exchange for “smoking” and “smoking” on the border, and the border guards on our side couldn’t handle it.
At that time, the commune had lost a number of lives, at a time when there was a special anti-narcotic police unit stationed in a town not far away, often working with militia from the armed forces. Uncle Yang said that those years had been the most violent of criminals, when many people in Ping-Yi (interested to make it possible to spend 100 degrees in Yunnan) drove with a pole and short dogs to smuggle in plain sight, and they often went to arrest those people, often in conflict.
It turned out that Uncle Yang had offended a criminal group who said that there was a strong man in the gang who was a great kung fu fighter in Guangxi Chin County. He was able to beat up a dozen people.
This man, who was taken by Uncle Yang, was remembered by him.
These men, who have no humanity, do not know how much they have done. He secretly bought the guards, went out to get the snakes left at Uncle Yang ‘ s house. His wife was pregnant and bitten by a snake, and he died, so he later saw the snakes as tortured to death, on the one hand because he had failed to protect his wife and children, and on the other because he had not caught him.
After Uncle Yang had spoken, it was too long.
I waited a long time for him to ask, “Did he catch him later?” I’m sorry.
Uncle Yang noded and said, “The man was caught on Ping Far Street in ’92 and was shot and killed. I’m sorry.
And he said, “I’ve been able to put it down for years.
I looked at his face, and he had two tears in his eyes, and he turned around, and he smoked and wiped his nose.
I said, “Uncle Yang, how can we have such a big rat in this place? I’m sorry.
When Uncle Yang filled up a glass of white wine and put a chopstick of mints in his ear and touched his eyes, he said, “It’s no surprise that we have copper ore, not far from here. The mouse may have been raised by the workers of the mine there, and it’s become weather. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Why do you keep rats in a mine?” I’m sorry.
Uncle Yang said that from ancient coal mines, copper mines, gold mines and mine diggers, they all feed rats in the pits, because rats and rats in the hole point to the danger of being safer in front of them, and that if there is a gas leak, a flood, an earthquake, the rats run first, they scream, so it’s not surprising that he’s seen the strange people who feed them, some of them trade in the river and the lake, and he’s got something, like he’s seen the monkeys, the monkey elves are very good, they understand people, and at night they sneak monkeys out to steal, and they train monkeys to carry smoke, but that kind of handwork is going to take a long time, and now it’s almost impossible.
I asked Uncle Yang, is there a martial arts technique in this world?
Uncle Yang noded his head.
He said, “We have learned so much, and we have learned so much about Guangximo’s boxing, who used to learn martial arts as masters and apprentices, with a generation of apprentices, dozens of people, and maybe two or three of them, so that fewer and fewer people now know martial arts. I’m sorry.
He told us how to do this, and when they learned how to do it in the mountains of Guizhou, they were going to help the master with the earth-drilling, and then they went to the mountains to collect medicine, do medicine, learn to be a carpenter, so-called light work. He only met his brothers and brothers. He first started to do the pedestals, and then went for a year or two. He was able to hold a stone and hold a six-hole (a wooden pedestal of martial arts), he was going to dig a three-foot pit on the ground, drill in it, then slowly increase it, until a hiccup of the earth hole, when he was able to do the basic work on his leg, he was able to do it, and then he was able to do it in a big pot, he was able to walk in the cathedral, and he was able to walk in the cathedral, and then he was going to do it.
Uncle Yang said that the hardest part of light work was that of cliffs, climbing over the cliffs, then jumping from above, defusing footsteps. To learn this, it would take seven or eight years to enter the door, and it would be hard to do it at the threshold, which, in addition to practicing, would be to rub the body with medicine and to take all kinds of medication.
Other things, like tweaking, are similar, but they’re also good. For example, it’s two or three years of training to get out without being bullied. The most important thing in Chinese traditional kung-fu is pacing, stomping, the bridge is a bridge, the road is a road, the back pole is a door, the hands are two doors, and the feet are all on each side.
Moreover, the former kung fu master, who had learned medicine, was himself a half-strung barefoot doctor, and the usual pharmacological treatment of the cold, not to mention.
He also told me to keep awe of these traditions, for example, by saying that I raised snakes, that I had noticed many snake bubbles around my snake farm, and that I had some pharmacists. The old man had a saying that snakes were coming out, that seven steps must be taken, that the drug was where they came from, that there was a cure within seven steps. It was true that everything was different, that life was alive and that it was always better to keep fearing.
It’s like a rat. It’s like a rat in the mountains, but it’s so fast, there’s so much in the farm, it’s hard to find, and it’s eating all over the farm, so it’s getting closer, even if it’s caught, and it doesn’t know if there’s anything else.
I nod my head.
He ordered me to rest too, because tomorrow he’ll be here, and he’ll show us how to get the skunk to help me catch the rat.
I slept very well this night.
The next morning, I was driving to pick up Uncle.
I thought I’d take a lot of cats with me.
It surprised me.
He was carrying a little back, and he was carrying a owl cat that always looked so glum, and he didn’t look so big, and he slept in his back.
I said, “This is the best cat in the world. I’m sorry.
Uncle smiles, says no, but this cat is the one who dares to catch rats.
He said that most cats now had the guts to go to the mountains and catch rats, and that the cat had grown up in the field since he was a kid.
Then he arranged for me to get some eggs, get some more perfume, and then cut some grubs, make some ribs, and get some pork oil.
I got these things ready, and I cut a few pounds of halogen, a duck, and bought some of our local food wine, and Uncle Yang came, and the three of us made a pot of cuisine, tofu, a tofu, a toaster, and later at night.
Uncle said today is 15 and the moon will be round.
And at this point, in the mountains, in the old forest, the animals that become climate come out to worship the moon.
I’m surprised to hear that it’s true, but I’ve been growing up here since I was a kid, but since I was a doctor, I’ve had no faith in such things as mountain guillotines, and we’ve started to go to scratch classes in our freshman year, and we’ve been scared, and then we can eat while we’re at it, and then it’ll feel like we’re the biggest dead.
But what has happened in this period is increasingly breaking down my inherent values and my vision.
Maybe the older you get, the more you believe in fate?
At night, when we were drinking while we talked, and the time went on, Uncle Yang told me that we used to have a nice place, but that it was those years when we dug up roads, especially the reservoirs, and cut off the wind water here. The simple example is that there are fewer drugs on these mountains.
I didn’t have to tell Uncle Yang that I knew myself, and I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of creeks in the mountains, and there were lots of crabs in those creeks, as well as yellow crabs, muds, and fish, and when I wasn’t busy putting a bucket to carry rocks in the river, I could catch the crabs, and there were frogs and snakes in the fields.
Over the years, crabs have become less and less visible, and yellow tarts are hard to catch, and even fewer frogs are found in agricultural fields.
I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of toads in the oil field, and those big toads had the size of a wash-basket, accidentally stepped on the feet, and when the fields were plowed, they often dug out their shells, and they were as big as a toad, which is now very hard to see.
There were wild onions scattered over the mountains, and there were crumbling roots, and wild fruit. Now there were few crumblings in the wild, and they had to be dug in a more biased place.
He said, “We can’t go up to the mountain at night, we can’t use flashlights. They’re too lighty, they’re too bright and they’re going to run away.” I’m sorry.
I’m busy asking, “What do we do? I’m sorry.
He pulled three kerosene lamps out of his back and handed them to me and to Uncle Yang alone.
He then took out another piece of grass.
I know this grass. It’s called lantern.
This grass used to be everywhere, and it’s not common now.
Uncle Li said that the animals in the mountains are so sensitive that they can smell people’s breath and run. We’d better use wax lights, lanterns, wax oils and lanterns to cover our human gas.
Said he handed us the lanterns and called us to help pull them.
The lanterns are round, the fibre cores in the middle are pumped out, placed in wax oil, lighted with a lighter. They were used in the 1970s and 1980s, when I was a little girl, in the 1990s, and I’ve seen them for the rest of my life, and I didn’t think they could still be used.
After all this, he asked me to bring out eggs, vanilla oils, gagars, pig oils, and Uncle Man said that both rats and weaves love incense, that the animals are old, like humans, picky, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet eggs like fragrances, and then fry their ribs with pork oil, and two with fragrances, that’s what the weasel and the rat are.
I asked, “No medicine? I’m sorry.
“These things are better than humans, you drugged them, they don’t come out at all, and when you come out of this door, don’t say that you’re going to catch a mouse, but you’re going to have three feet in your head, and you’re going to have three feet in your head. I’m sorry.
I’ll nod my head and say it’s not that bad, but now that I’m here, I’ll go home.
Wait till we get the eggs, the perfume, and the greasy pig oil mixed up with the onions, and the scent goes straight through the nose and can smell it all the way.
At that point, he brought with him a squirming beaver cat like a new cat, with his eyes blinking, and swirling around him. He gave the beaver cat some meat, saying that he could not feed it too much. After eating the beaver, the beaver whispered in his mouth, and the beaver cat turned around in the yard and ran up the hill.
Go, follow.
Uncle Li turns on the wax, let’s keep up.
As I didn’t notice before, 15 moons are a lot more round than usual, and tonight’s big moons are hanging on the sky, and the mountains are clear. The trees on our mountains are so much smaller, most of the forests are cut off and the mango fruits are clearly visible without waxing.
The beaver cat ran in front of us, looked back at us from time to time and slowly ran into the snake ditch.
There’s no gas in this snake ditch anymore, and Uncle Yang is impressed to see it.
I asked Uncle Yang, “How can we get so many snakes in this place? I’m sorry.
Uncle Yang groaned and said: “The wind water here is broken, the wind can’t get enough of it, but this snake temple is still the eye of the ground, and he knows why he is building a temple here. I’m sorry.
In the middle of the conversation, Uncle Li suddenly hit us, so let’s not talk.
The three of us fell down and looked towards the snake temple.
I don’t know who it is, but there’s a little light on the snake temple, and under the fire, we see a big black thing, bowing up next to the snake temple.
I felt my skin numb, I was all goosebumps, I was crouching on the floor, and Uncle Yang pulled me and called me not to speak.
I whispered, “What is this?” I’m sorry.
Uncle took a look and said it could be a deer or a buffalo.
My heart says the deer is too big. The shadow is at least half a cow.
The thing was walking around the snake temple, eating apples and bananas from the offering, and walking slowly.
After the shadows had gone, uncle took us to the snake temple.
“The rat sperm will be here tonight, and the skunk I raised, but it doesn’t have to catch rats, so it’s important. I’m sorry.
Uncle told us to release the eggs of the greasy onions we had previously made, and then to hide behind the snake temple, so we could not smoke, light candles, and wait for the mouse.
Then uncle took out his own candle.
He told me that his candles were different from ordinary candles, and that the herbs of the mountains in which he used them were made, were fragrances in which animals could not smell, but the mouse and his skunk would surely come.
As for why, we’ll see.
Next is a long wait.
It’s kind of funny when that beaver goes around and grabs a couple of rats, and he doesn’t eat it.
I haven’t been in this field for a long time, and I can hear bugs and owls. At about two o’clock in the night, the moon shines brighter, and the moon shines like water on the earth, and everything can be seen in the light of the moon. I and Yang and Uncle don’t smoke, nor speak, and they all kneel behind the snake temple with their knees on their knees and do nothing to raise God.
All of a sudden, I heard a squeak.
It sounds like a little animal stepping on the grass.
It was quiet and that voice was particularly striking, and I soon saw a black shadow in the front bushes, which had a light green eye, which was dazzling with light, which was moving slowly, snuffing our noses at the wild onion eggs that we had in front, and I saw it with long beards.
Oh, my God.
This rat is the biggest rat I’ve ever seen in my life.
It’s just as big as a dog, and it’s full of bellies, and it’s a little fried hair, and it’s white in the dark, and it’s all white.
Its eyeballs are so spiritual, they’re gliding, they’re staring at the food we put on the altar, and they’re rinsed with perfume, and they smell so much that they can smell from far away.
But besides this, there’s a white bowl, there’s a big bowl of white wine in it, and there’s a letter in it.
The big rat was like a human being, slowly stifling to our sacrifice, sniffing through its nose, eating it with a small mouth.
I look particularly rare, and this is the first time I’ve seen a rat eat so close.
It’s like a human being with his hands holding the meat and eggs in his mouth and eating them for a while, it seems to have oil on his mouth and wash his face with two claws, rubbing his beard and the oil on his cheek.
After that, the rat ran, slowly running to the bowl of white wine, carrying a white bowl with his claws and starting to drink.
Yeah, this rat sperm made a “end” move.
I can’t look at you and I can’t talk.
Uncle Li and Uncle Yang both saw strange faces and watched the big black rat drink.
When the big black rat drank for a while, he showed a happy face and wiped his face with his paws, and then he ran to the candle that had been lit by the uncle, like a man, and began to smell the scent of the candle with his nose closed.
It’s like people smelling good food, sucking on the look of addiction.
It felt like the old landlord smoked dirt.
I swallowed my spit and I looked at my uncle, and he looked at us, so let’s not make a sound.
And when the big black mouse was full of food and drink, he slowly climbed before the snake temple, standing on a rock, facing his head to the moon, holding up two claws, and worshiping it in good faith.
The moon shines down, and the big black mouse looks strange, like a man, and is a little sacred.
I didn’t even breathe.
And at this point, all sorts of weird sounds began to come around, and it was rare to hear the sound of animals, it was strange to hear the exact animal, it was not true that the words were whispering.
And after that big black rat had been worshipping for a while, I was so excited that I looked back, and I found an animal with yellow hair in black, sort of like a weasel, slowly bowing to the moon, and then beginning to eat the offerings, and it was kind of like a weasel’s animal eating with grace and selectivity, and it had a big black eye, and its black eyes were very divine.
Uncle Sword noded at us.
When I moved in my heart, I knew this was the skunk I was talking about.
After eating the offering, the skunk ran to the bowl of white wine, gruntled and drank a few large sips, the beard was wet, and then the funny scene appeared, it was like it was drunk, left-handed, like a drunken fist, running a few times to the left, running a few times to the right and then screaming.
And then the big black rat saw it.
“Look carefully…”
Uncle Sword said.
“It’s been about six or seven years since the King had seen the skunk, and it’s been about ten years since the rats, and they’re gonna fight, but the skunk doesn’t eat rats, and finally look at the cat I brought. I’m sorry.
Uncle whispers.
We’re talking, the big black rat’s fighting the skunk.
And the skunk stood up, and drew the black rat with his claws, and the big black mouse squeaked with his teeth, and suddenly they grabbed each other and bit him a few times, with their claws strangling, with their hairs barking, and they ran away with them, and they were moving in their places, moving at great speed.
To be honest, all we can see is a bunch of dark shadows, and they’re only as fast as they can get.
At that point, Uncle Yang noded his head, and he pulled a piece out of his pocket, and he learned a few sounds from his cat, and the owl came to him with a little hoove.
He fed this cat something and shot it.
And I saw the beaver cat shaking, and then he stood up his ears, with a bow, and he walked, like a tiger hunt, and looked at the shadow, and he looked at it, and he looked at it for a moment, and in the moment the two shadows were apart, he went up with his claws.
Then I saw the rat sperm, the size of a puppy, caught in the neck by this beaver cat, which was funny. The beaver cat was half the size of the rat, and the body of the mouse was carried by it, and half of it was dragged to the ground, but the beaver cat was not afraid, and the skunk was staring at the beaver with black eyes.
I see that these two may still have to fight, with some concern.
But the beaver cat had a hair full of hair, and it sounded like a sound, and he was all hairy.
Then he stood up, and he took out a fragrance, and set it on the altar. The skunk was flexible, and flashed a few times, and ran to the side to hold the fragrance, smelling, and fearing no man.
At that point, he grabbed the rat’s neck with his hand, put a knife in the back of his head, filmed the beaver cat and let it go, and then he cut the rat’s belly with a knife, and came out with a black blood and a fragrance.
He scraped out the rat’s sperm and threw it to the beaver cat, who grabbed it with his claw.
Then uncle carefully shaved the skin of this mouse, and took it with him, and dug out a piece of amber, flaunting something that was kind of like a stone, but not exactly a stone, and had some kind of tact. Uncle Yang said, “This rat is almost fertilizing, and this is internal. I’m sorry.
I looked at the rock with surprise and asked, “Nedan? I’m sorry.
Uncle Li and Uncle Yang have noded their heads.
Uncle Yang said, “The dog has dog treasures, the pig has pig treasures, the cow has oxen, the mountain has oxen, it’s not surprising that it’s all in the climate, but this rat looks black and yellow, and most of this dog’s rats have eaten the smoke, and it can’t work, it’s burning. I’m sorry.
He also nodded his head and took out a pot of pottery from his back, then he filled it with all the meat and intestines of the rat’s sperm, poured out many wax oil and wine, and burned a spell, looked at the skylight, found a backside slope and set the pottery on fire.
Strangely enough, the greasy smell of the treather flesh that was lit up and smelled like shit, and I was snorting with stinky tears and snots, and I was throwing up all the time, and I was spitting out all the gall behind.
If Uncle Yang hadn’t found me some herbs, I’d’ve had them, and I’d have had them.
Uncle Li dealt with it and took away the rat skin. He told me that the mouse skin could be used as a tool, but not in detail.
After this night and night, there’s nothing left to do with our snake farm and the farm around it.
And as the scale of the snake farm grew, I found that the past folk customs were not far away from our lives, especially after my life had grown richer, and it was no wonder that it had been said that the more rich people were superstitious.
So I decided to learn from Uncle Yang and Uncle Li.
And this is another story.
End
Case number: YX01dGeQaL1lMdlBA
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
