My grandfather is very good at treating heatstroke. You can tell if it is heatstroke when you look at your face. If it is heatstroke, your face looks blue and black, shiny, and you will look unenergized. My grandfather will lift the arm of the person with heatstroke and pinch it hard on the tendons of the Ren and Du meridians on his back. It hurts very much. But after the pain, it will feel much more comfortable. If it is a little more serious, you must twist it hard on your neck and back until it is twisted to make the neck and back black colors, similar to the so-called scraping. After twisting, add a dehumidification Chinese herbal medicine, called tiger teeth. This Chinese herbal medicine is not only useful for heatstroke, but also has obvious uses for colds and fevers. After taking it, the effect is particularly good. This heatstroke is really common in rural areas, and most people dare not be careless!
Sometimes I would pester my grandfather to tell me the story of the Japanese devils. I remember my grandfather told me such a story in my grandfather's era!
The war was in chaos. I heard that the Japanese devils were coming into the village. All the people in the village ran away. After a while, I heard that the Japanese devils had left the village, and the people in the village came back. When I went home, I opened the big cabinet for the millet. When I saw that the millet was missing, I had also pulled a lot of feces inside. So everyone said that the Japanese devils were so bad that they actually pulled feces into the cabinet for the millet. It was so bad!
My grandfather likes to catch fish in the river. Whenever it is flooded or after heavy rain, my grandfather always takes a thing we call "Snap the sea" and catch fish in the river or in small ditches. At that time, there were more fish and shrimp than now. When it rained heavily, the water in the ponds in the fields would come out. As soon as it flooded, the fish and shrimp would come out. So there were a lot of fish and shrimps in the small ditches near the ponds. I remember that there were several times that I caught wild eels, which looked a bit like eels, but were a little bigger than eels, and my body was light white. I was following my grandfather happily, holding a bamboo basket in my hand to hold fish. Whenever I caught fish, I put it in this bamboo basket. After half a day, I could actually catch most of the baskets of fish and shrimps, which were three or four kilograms. It was so happy!
My grandfather never goes to a tea shop to play cards, sometimes he goes to have a cup of tea and listens to a storyteller. I remember that there were some storytellers in the tea shop at that time, usually an old man with a fan or bamboo board in his hand. There was a piece of wood on the table, and there was a girl sitting next to him with a piano or erhu in his hand. The old man was playing a bamboo board while telling, and he was quite good. The woman sitting next to him played a piece of piano or erhu from time to time, calmly speaking. This scene made a group of old men and uncles drinking tea smiled and cracked their mouths. Many children and aunts who like to join in the fun were also very fond of watching at the door. The tea shop was so lively, and it was so lively. My grandfather loved to listen to such storytellers the most!
My grandfather loves to raise cats because there were a lot of mice in the countryside at that time, and cats would still catch mice at that time!
My grandfather raises cats and is usually an expert in catching mice!
My grandfather raised a big tabby cat. This cat has gained experience and art from catching mice. After it caught the mouse, it would not eat it immediately, but it would play with the mouse. After it grabbed the mouse tightly with its claws, it would suddenly let go of the claws that grabbed the mouse. The mouse was so scared that it shivered, and the beards on both sides of its mouth were shaking. The mouse knew that it had been caught by the cat in its claws and was dead, but the cat's claws suddenly loosened. The mouse suddenly didn't react and ran forward tremblingly, but was immediately caught by the cat's claws. The cat let go of its claws again, the mouse ran away again, and then was caught by the cat. After four or five times, the mouse stood obediently and could not move. It knew that it would be in vain to run again, so it would just die!
When the cat saw that the mouse had already accepted it and had no fun, he opened the cat's mouth and ate the mouse in a slump. It was so delicious!
But my grandfather kept several cats and died, and they were poisoned by rat poison. Because some mice would not die immediately after taking rat poison, but they were more likely to be caught by cats. After the cat ate this mouse, it was equivalent to taking rat poison. So, several times, my grandfather looked at the dying cat and his eyes were red. This cat was fed by my grandfather himself. The fish and shrimp caught from the river were usually eaten by this cat. Grandpa trained cats to catch mice. After growing up, this cat really became a good player in catching mice. What a pity, this damn mouse poison, this great invention of humans, actually made the tragedy of cats. A cat who is very good at catching mice at home is like a brave and good hero on the battlefield!
In the end, this hero died not by the enemy's swords and guns, but by the arrows shot by his comrades. How can this not make people feel sad!
Once, I saw my grandfather even slamming the table and cursing people. My sons didn’t dare to say who the hell was the rat poison?
How many times have I told you that you should not buy rat poison to medicine mice. You just don’t listen. Now you’re done, the cat is dead by the medicine, you’re happy!
The table was slapped and my grandfather's eyes were red. No son dared to say anything. Anyone who dared to talk back or even shaves his ears, which is what we say in the local language!
Sometimes I would pester my grandfather to tell me the story of the Japanese devils. I remember my grandfather told me such a story in my grandfather's era!
The war was in chaos. I heard that the Japanese devils were coming into the village. All the people in the village ran away. After a while, I heard that the Japanese devils had left the village, and the people in the village came back. When I went home, I opened the big cabinet for the millet. When I saw that the millet was missing, I had also pulled a lot of feces inside. So everyone said that the Japanese devils were so bad that they actually pulled feces into the cabinet for the millet. It was so bad!
My grandfather likes to catch fish in the river. Whenever it is flooded or after heavy rain, my grandfather always takes a thing we call "Snap the sea" and catch fish in the river or in small ditches. At that time, there were more fish and shrimp than now. When it rained heavily, the water in the ponds in the fields would come out. As soon as it flooded, the fish and shrimp would come out. So there were a lot of fish and shrimps in the small ditches near the ponds. I remember that there were several times that I caught wild eels, which looked a bit like eels, but were a little bigger than eels, and my body was light white. I was following my grandfather happily, holding a bamboo basket in my hand to hold fish. Whenever I caught fish, I put it in this bamboo basket. After half a day, I could actually catch most of the baskets of fish and shrimps, which were three or four kilograms. It was so happy!
My grandfather never goes to a tea shop to play cards, sometimes he goes to have a cup of tea and listens to a storyteller. I remember that there were some storytellers in the tea shop at that time, usually an old man with a fan or bamboo board in his hand. There was a piece of wood on the table, and there was a girl sitting next to him with a piano or erhu in his hand. The old man was playing a bamboo board while telling, and he was quite good. The woman sitting next to him played a piece of piano or erhu from time to time, calmly speaking. This scene made a group of old men and uncles drinking tea smiled and cracked their mouths. Many children and aunts who like to join in the fun were also very fond of watching at the door. The tea shop was so lively, and it was so lively. My grandfather loved to listen to such storytellers the most!
My grandfather loves to raise cats because there were a lot of mice in the countryside at that time, and cats would still catch mice at that time!
My grandfather raises cats and is usually an expert in catching mice!
My grandfather raised a big tabby cat. This cat has gained experience and art from catching mice. After it caught the mouse, it would not eat it immediately, but it would play with the mouse. After it grabbed the mouse tightly with its claws, it would suddenly let go of the claws that grabbed the mouse. The mouse was so scared that it shivered, and the beards on both sides of its mouth were shaking. The mouse knew that it had been caught by the cat in its claws and was dead, but the cat's claws suddenly loosened. The mouse suddenly didn't react and ran forward tremblingly, but was immediately caught by the cat's claws. The cat let go of its claws again, the mouse ran away again, and then was caught by the cat. After four or five times, the mouse stood obediently and could not move. It knew that it would be in vain to run again, so it would just die!
When the cat saw that the mouse had already accepted it and had no fun, he opened the cat's mouth and ate the mouse in a slump. It was so delicious!
But my grandfather kept several cats and died, and they were poisoned by rat poison. Because some mice would not die immediately after taking rat poison, but they were more likely to be caught by cats. After the cat ate this mouse, it was equivalent to taking rat poison. So, several times, my grandfather looked at the dying cat and his eyes were red. This cat was fed by my grandfather himself. The fish and shrimp caught from the river were usually eaten by this cat. Grandpa trained cats to catch mice. After growing up, this cat really became a good player in catching mice. What a pity, this damn mouse poison, this great invention of humans, actually made the tragedy of cats. A cat who is very good at catching mice at home is like a brave and good hero on the battlefield!
In the end, this hero died not by the enemy's swords and guns, but by the arrows shot by his comrades. How can this not make people feel sad!
Once, I saw my grandfather even slamming the table and cursing people. My sons didn’t dare to say who the hell was the rat poison?
How many times have I told you that you should not buy rat poison to medicine mice. You just don’t listen. Now you’re done, the cat is dead by the medicine, you’re happy!
The table was slapped and my grandfather's eyes were red. No son dared to say anything. Anyone who dared to talk back or even shaves his ears, which is what we say in the local language!
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