Jiang Ning was too lazy to bother, so he took out a small firework.

When Xue Yuantong saw it, he shouted: "Ground rat!"

Gophers are small rotating fireworks that fly all over the ground like tops after being lit. Tongtong played with them when he was a child and almost burned his firewood pile.

Jiang Ning didn't even take out the lighter. With a pinch of his fingers, the flame started and instantly ignited the gopher. He threw it into the bamboo rat hole.

Xue Chuchu witnessed it with his own eyes and was puzzled. How did Jiang Ning create fire?

After Jiang Ning lost the ground mouse, it was of course difficult to scare the bamboo rat out with the ground mouse alone. His trump card was behind him.

Jiang Ning activated her magic power and turned it into an invisible spiritual hand, which penetrated into the bamboo rat hole and grabbed the frightened bamboo rat.

Xue Yuantong squatted on the ground and saw the 'ground mice' running around unscrupulously at the entrance of the cave. She shouted excitedly: "The mice are coming out to celebrate the festival!"

The bamboo rat, whose throat was strangled, was forcibly pulled out of its nest. In order to simulate a real escape effect, the small spiritual hand separated several tentacles to control the four legs of the bamboo rat to crawl.

Then, what appeared in front of the three people was the scene of bamboo rats running away like crazy.

"Catch it quickly!" Xue Chuchu couldn't control her nervousness, fearing that the bamboo rat would run away and all her efforts would be wasted.

At this time, Jiang Ning, who was guarding the slope, put away his spiritual power.

He stretched out his hand to pinch the tail of the bamboo rat and lifted it up. An upside-down bamboo rat appeared in front of the three of them.

"Wow wow wow!" Xue Yuantong was so excited that his excited movements were wider than the captured bamboo rat.

The bamboo rat opened its mouth, showing its sharp teeth, and kept making a hissing sound, which was somewhat ferocious as a wild animal.

"Be careful, it will bite." Xue Chuchu reminded.

Jiang Ning straightened his arms, lifted the bamboo rat, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's too fat, it can't turn over and bite me."

Xue Yuantong said from the side: "I watched TV and people caught bamboo rats by the back of their necks."

The rat had a fluffy appearance, which made her want to scratch it.

Xue Chuchu: "No, it will flip over and bite you."

The three men looked at the fierce bamboo rat for a while. Jiang Ning said, "Almost three pounds."

Xue Yuantong: "Not too young."

Xue Chuchu: "What should be fried with it?"

Jiang Ning: "Bamboo shoots, I still have some bamboo shoots at home."

The taste of wild bamboo rats is quite good, and when he adds the fresh bamboo shoots he brought from Huqi Mountain, stir-fries them with onion, ginger, garlic and cooking wine in an earthen pot, and then sprinkles them with spices, the taste can be improved by several levels.

Xue Yuantong almost drooled just thinking about it and ordered to go back home.

…

The journey home was beautiful and the moon seemed brighter.

They passed by the farmhouse when they came, and when they returned, they still passed by the farmhouse. The difference was that Jiang Ning had a chubby bamboo rat in his hand.

"Holding the grass, did you really catch it?" Lin Zida was dumbfounded.

His words attracted the attention of his companions in front of the campfire. They all looked over and discovered the bamboo rat in Jiang Ning's hand.

"Just caught?" Zhuang Jianhui asked.

Jiang Ning shook the bamboo rat and the fresh soil fell down: "Yes."

Wang Yong, who was counting among the crowd, said with envy: "You are so lucky, there are very few wild ones now."

Some of the other strangers were sizing up the bamboo rat, some were sizing up Xue Chuchu, and some were sizing up Jiang Ning.

Wei Zishan leaned closer. She liked raising snakes, so when she saw the hissing bamboo rat, she didn't feel scared at all. She was even curious: "Is it a male or a female?"

While speaking, she flicked the bamboo rat with her fingers, but was kicked by the bamboo rat.

Wei Zishan immediately put it on, extremely delicate: "Ah, I was caught by a bamboo rat, I'm done, I'm infected with a virus~"

Xue Yuantong was secretly dissatisfied.

Xue Chuchu didn't show off and paid attention to Jiang Ning from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Ning: "Then you have to go to the hospital quickly. If you go there too late, you will be cured."

Lin Zida laughed out loud.

Wei Zishan suddenly couldn't continue acting.

Jiang Ning didn't stay long, turned around and left, going home to deal with the bamboo rats. Tongtong and Chuchu hadn't had dinner yet.

Teacher Qian was shocked when he saw the rat in their hands: "Did you really catch it?"

Xue Yuantong: "Fake, fake, hallucination!"

Teacher Qian was dismissive and thought I was blind?

However, he had already eaten, and since tonight was the Lantern Festival, he was now in the state of a poet, so he immediately suggested: "Hey, on this beautiful occasion of the Lantern Festival, how can we not guess lantern riddles?"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Yuantong followed Jiang Ning into the house.

Teacher Qian: “…”

Lonely, lonely, so lonely!

Suddenly, a car came from the east. It turned out to be Xingxing, who had not yet returned home. He pulled a four-wheeled carriage and came to the west to pick up guests from the farmhouse.

The lonely teacher Qian couldn't express his talent. He took out two pieces of beef jerky and shouted: "Xingzi, eat something."

Xingxing drove here.

Teacher Qian then said: "Let me test you, 'Although the phoenix feather is beautiful, what will it become when it lands?' Guess the two-character lantern riddle, if you can guess..."

Xingxing, who was severely oppressed by life, had already lost hope. He didn't even listen to the answer and just said the next sentence:

"Guess the chicken feathers!"

Teacher Qian was greatly shocked. He held down Xingxing's shoulders and said in a trembling tone: "Genius, you are simply a genius!"

Xingxing looked at the crazy teacher Qian and was so scared that it was so scary! He really wanted to go home!

…

Next to the campfire at the farmhouse.

"Bamboo rat, it's okay. It tastes like rabbit meat, not as bad as rabbit meat." The man's tone was light and he didn't take it seriously.

Wang Yong was slightly excited when he learned that this boy would enter Class 8 in the future. His grandfather often said, 'The three pillars of life are that we have shouldered a gun together, been in the same class together, and...'

Class 8 is divided into different factions, and there is still one and a half years left in high school. By then, this kid will definitely make friends with him, and he will probably be more helpful to Wang Yong than Zhuang Jianhui.

Wang Yong immediately agreed: "Yes, I asked Boss Yang to stew native chicken today. It is definitely a different flavor!"

The man said again: "It's a pity that Shu Yan is not here."
Chapter completed!