Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

As he heard the rustling sound, Chen Wenfeng felt his heart race. He knew that the outcome of his long wait would soon be revealed.

The sound was very faint, but to Chen Wenfeng, it sounded out of place in the quiet world. He gently touched Old Sun's hand, and Old Sun touched him back in response. The two of them then looked in the direction of the sound...

Outside the pitch-black chicken coop, the rustling sound moved in quickly like a shadow. In a moment, Chen Wenfeng saw a pair of deep blue eyes, which looked like blue glass balls embedded in black cotton cloth.

The pair of glass marbles were very alert, moving left and right, and only moved towards the chicken coop after confirming that the surroundings were safe.

During the day, Chen Wenfeng and Old Sun carefully inspected the chicken coop and reinforced several possible areas to ensure the weasel wouldn't find any loopholes. The free-range chickens were also placed in a tall fence covered with netting, so that if the weasel got greedy and climbed up the fence, it would most likely fall onto the netting.

The net is soft and will slow down its movement. Even if it can tear the net or escape from it, it will take time, and that's exactly what Chen Wenfeng needs!

Chen Wenfeng saw that the two glass balls had been moving outside the chicken coop for a long time, and he could even hear the laying hens inside the coop getting restless. He waited patiently.

Ultimately, the weasel couldn't find a suitable opening, but it was still unwilling to give up and prepared to attack the three free-range chickens again.

The weasel searched repeatedly outside the fence, and after several fruitless attempts, it decisively climbed the fence and jumped into the net.

The moment they landed, Chen Wenfeng heard the three chickens cluck, but they immediately stopped.

You spineless cowards! You've pecked people all the time, and now the three of you are against one of us, and you're all so timid. I'll stew you three into chicken soup later.

As soon as the weasel fell into the net, Chen Wenfeng and Old Sun rushed over.

They pounced on the fence from the left and right, each wielding a large broom, and swung it down at the weasel.

Upon hearing the squeaking sound, Chen Wenfeng told Old Sun to hold the broom still while he picked up a stick and started hitting it hard.

In that instant, Chen Wenfeng smelled a pungent, foul odor. He swore he had never smelled anything so foul in his life. It wasn't just a simple stench; it was nauseating and made him dizzy.

He endured the discomfort and continued smashing, until Old Sun said:

"It seems to have stopped moving!"

Chen Wenfeng then stopped and, using the light of his flashlight, shone it over and saw a huge weasel lying on the net, with blood at the corner of its mouth.

Chen Wenfeng used a wooden stick to poke the weasel closer. Old Sun tried to grab it with his hands, but Chen Wenfeng quickly stopped him, saying:

"Master Sun, wait a minute, are you faking death?"

After saying that, he hit it again with the stick until Old Sun shouted:

"That's enough, just don't damage the leather."

Chen Wenfeng then stopped. Old Sun took the weasel down, held it in his hand, and said:

"I haven't seen one this big in years."

Chen Wenfeng threw the stick on the ground and came over to look. Sure enough, the fur was golden, especially the fluffy tail, which was almost as long as the body.

"I'll fix this leather tomorrow and make you a scarf."

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"Master Sun, you can even handle leather?"

"I know a little bit, but I can only peel the skins; I need someone to help with the tanning."

Chen Wenfeng touched the weasel's fluffy tail again, thinking that wearing one in winter would be nice. Wearing it on a snowy day would give him a bit of a Snow Mountain Flying Fox vibe.

The two of them had been keeping watch for most of the night and were quite tired. Chen Wenfeng glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 2 a.m.

Chen Wenfeng slept soundly that night. When it was broad daylight, he regained his energy, jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), and found that Old Sun had not yet gotten up.

He unconsciously circled the chicken coop again, recalling how he caught the weasel yesterday, and it still felt like a dream.

Yes, we set so many traps yesterday, but they weren't used. Since they weren't needed, we should put them away to avoid tripping people up.

Relying on his memory, he went to collect the snares made of thin wire one by one. When he collected a snare that was far from the chicken coop, he was shocked to find a weasel lying there!

There's one more!

Chen Wenfeng rushed over to check and saw that the wire was wrapped around the weasel's neck, embedded quite deeply. It was still alive, and Chen Wenfeng guessed that it must have struggled all night. But no matter how clever the wire was, it didn't know that the harder it tried, the tighter it would get.

He untied the lasso from the tree and carried the weasel back to the stone house.

"Master Sun, get up and take a look!"

Old Sun was already awake. Although he was old and needed less sleep, catching weasels for two nights in a row had left him with some back pain. Hearing Chen Wenfeng call him, he slipped on his cloth shoes, put on his jacket, and came out to see what was going on. But when he saw the weasel in Chen Wenfeng's hand, he was quite surprised and said:

"So there were two yesterday!"

Chen Wenfeng, holding the weasel, said:

"This one is bigger than the previous one, only its tail is a little smaller."

"It's not small, just a bit short compared to its size."

After saying that, Old Sun brought out the other one as well, and placed the two together for comparison.

Sure enough, the two tails were about the same size, except that the one caught later had a bigger and longer body.

Old Sun saw that the one Chen Wenfeng later caught was still alive and said:

"Treat life kindly, don't mistreat it; give it a quick death!"

Having said that, he took it from Chen Wenfeng and smashed it against the stone beside him with just the right angle and force. The weasel's head hit the stone and it didn't move at all.

Seeing that Old Sun had acted cleanly and efficiently, Chen Wenfeng said:

"Master Sun, you said last night that you would work on the leather, and sure enough, it has been dried before."

Old Sun said:

"Since I have some free time now, I'll peel off all the skin first."

After saying that, he went to find a knife. Chen Wenfeng knew he couldn't help, so he said:

"Master Sun, I'm going to make breakfast. Niu Er should be here to relieve me soon. You can eat first, then you can make it."

"It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon..."

While Chen Wenfeng was lighting the fire on the stove and waiting for the water to boil, he saw that Old Sun had already skinned both weasels.

Wow, that was fast! Master Sun, are you a master of speed?

Old Sun turned the weasel's fur inside out, revealing its smooth inner skin, and then hung it on the tree, with the weasel's two large tails drooping down.

When Old Sun saw Chen Wenfeng coming over, he said:

"Let it dry first, then we'll clean it up. Wenfeng, you need to hold the ladder for me."

"ladder?"

"right!"

Old Sun skinned the weasels, hooked their mouths with thick wire, and hung them all in the chimney.

Chen Wenfeng asked, puzzled:

"Master Sun, what are you doing?"

"It's dried; this is medicinal material, used to treat illnesses."

Chen Wenfeng: ......