I am a primitive

Of course, Han Cheng would not give it such an opportunity. After putting down the cover, he placed the hanging blank on top of the rabbit cover.

Knowing that Han Cheng was going to use this method to deal with mice, Wu, who hated mice for not dying, thought the adobe was too light, so after thinking about it, he brought a relatively regular stone, which weighed twenty catties.

Looking at this stone, Han Cheng's face twitched. If this guy came down, wouldn't the mouse be smashed into a pulp?

If possible, Han Cheng would definitely hang it up without hesitation, but it's a pity that this thing is too heavy to catch mice, and the mice can't trigger it.

"this is not OK……"

Han Cheng said to Wu, and continued to tie ropes to the bricks.

This kind of adobe is the kind of adobe made by the Qingque tribe at the beginning. It is relatively large and weighs a lot more than ordinary bricks, weighing about six or seven catties.

The rope end of the hanging brick is connected with the rabbit cover below. As long as the rabbit cover is triggered, the suspended brick will fall down.

"Let you eat, let you eat!"

Wu looked at the rabbit sleeve and the hanging bill and muttered fiercely, as if he had caught a mouse at this time.

After arranging the place, Han Cheng came to the barn, first found something to plug the bitten hole on the top of the millet to prevent it from continuing to flow out of the millet, and then cleaned up the spoiled and out of shape together with Wu. millet.

These millets cannot be eaten, but they will not be wasted.

In addition to humans, there are still many people in the tribe who are willing to eat the food that has been spoiled by rats.

In fact, people can also eat these grains, at least in Wu's view, they can still be delicious after cleaning and shelling.

Of course, Han Cheng would not let such a thing happen. After all, there is no shortage of these two rations in the tribe. There is no need to endure nausea and risk some diseases to eat this kind of food.

Such behavior is not called waste, but responsible for one's own body.

Some people are used to being frugal, and they are reluctant to throw away spoiled food. It is not unheard of for him to go to the hospital after eating.

To be frugal is to be frugal, but it cannot be done physically.

"Son of God, here!"

After clearing the millet, the stone not far away shouted, and he took out a nest made of grass and bird feathers in a gap. There were six hairless, red-skinned and transparent Dude, this is a rat who was born not long ago!

Damn, it's fine to eat a little bit if you call friends, and now you are still having children here, this is the posture of permanent residence!

Han Cheng picked up a finger-sized mouse, looked at it, and threw it back.

Wu Ze didn't have such a measure anymore. This old man who was bullied by rats, after taking the rat nest from the stone, stretched out his hands and pointed at these rat cubs who hadn't opened their eyes yet, and said something in his mouth. Counting non-stop.

Those who are too big to be old will take the posture of venting their anger on the small ones.

At the end of the scolding, he even walked out with the mouse nest, muttering in his mouth that he wanted to wash these little mouse cubs and fry them in oil.

Well, if you eat my food, I will eat your cubs. This is a good account, but it is a bit too tough.

Han Cheng quickly called Wu to stop, telling him to stop this aggressive behavior, and then threw these little mice to the dog whose hair was pulled off by Wu.

With three or two strokes, these little mice entered the dog's mouth.

Stone on one side swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, because he felt that Wu's suggestion just now was very good. The little mouse looks pink and tender, and it must be delicious when fried.

This feeling of regret was not forcibly dispelled until Han Cheng slapped him on the back of the head a few times.

Inside the granary, Han Cheng continued to place embryos and rabbit sets at the base of the narrow wall.

It took ten more shots in a row before it stopped, and then I thought it was not safe enough, so I got a few more clay pots and put them in the granary.

A round wooden stick is placed horizontally on the mouth of the clay pot, and a piece of food is tied in the middle of the wooden stick.

Some adobes were placed outside the clay pots to make simple steps for mice to climb up.

This is a simple and practical trap.

The mouse crawls forward along the tree stick to eat the food tied in the middle of the stick. After a short walk, the unfixed stick will be crushed and lose its balance. After two rounds, the mouse that wants to eat will fall off. into the jar.

Wu Da, who had been 'bullied' by these devices, nodded his head.

Although he hasn't seen the effect so far, he can feel a strong sense of success from Han Cheng's operations...

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"thump……"

After the granaries in this row were packed, Han Cheng, Wu and Shitou went to another row of granaries, carefully inspecting the front, back, and corners with the oil lamp.

I want to see if this row of granaries has been visited by this group of uninvited guests.

Before half of it was finished, there was a muffled muffled sound, and at the same time there was a miserable cry of a mouse.

Several people in the room were a little dazed by the movement.

This mechanism is too clever, right?Not long after it was set up, the mouse was already caught?

Among the next three, the one who reacted the fastest was not the youngest Shi Shi, nor the young and strong Han Cheng who personally set up the mouse trap, but Wu, who logically should have the slowest reaction speed.

After being in a daze for a while, he turned around without saying a word and ran outside in surprise and surprise. Han Cheng was amazed at his speed and quick reaction, which was far beyond his reach.

"OK!"

After that, Han Cheng still had stones, and before he turned the corner, he heard Wu Dachou's hearty laughter.

Turning around to see, two hanging blanks had fallen down, a mouse was smashed under it, its eyeballs were a little spit out, and its exposed head was scratching helplessly with its claws.

"Let you eat, let you eat..."

Wu crouched there, happily scolding the mouse who wanted to report back.

"squeak……"

The mouse, which could not bear the attack of the witch language, suddenly twitched violently. After making a miserable cry, blood overflowed from the corner of its mouth, and then it twitched twice and remained motionless...

Han Cheng, who was standing aside watching this scene, was stunned, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Can there be such an operation?Witch, this is Zhuge Kongming possessed!

For a moment, "Shut up, handsome man, old bearded thief... Never... Never seen such... Such a brazen person!" ''s moving melody repeated in Han Cheng's mind, and couldn't stop for a while.

It wasn't until Wu broke the miserable mouse into several pieces that he didn't want to stop, and was about to break it into more pieces, that Han Cheng finally got rid of the ghostly melody and stopped Wu's next move.

I remember that when Zeng Guofan led the Hunan Army to confront the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he was beaten to the point of jumping into the lake twice.

Later, Hong Xiuquan died of illness, and after the fall of Tianjing, Zeng Guofan found Hong Xiuquan's body, chopped it into pieces, stuffed it into the cannon barrel, and blasted it out. Only then did he relieve his hatred.