After the experience of the past few days, I naturally knew that the thing was strange. I pointed and asked curiously: "Teacher Ma, what is this?"

"Oh," Teacher Ma picked it up casually and explained with a slight pride: "It is called an inkstone. Like the ink bottles you use, they are used to hold ink. In ancient times, our country did not have glass, so we used it to grind it. Inkstones, pens, inkstones, and paper are the four treasures of traditional Chinese study. The teacher is a cling stone inkstone. He used to buy them for twenty yuan at street stalls in big cities."

When we heard his explanation, the children were surprised. Twenty yuan was definitely a big amount in our eyes. I wonder why this stone lump is worth so much.

"Teacher Ma, can I touch it?" I was not interested in his explanation, but this inkstone made me feel a little moved.

"Give it, you all try it." Teacher Ma didn't know what I thought, so he handed it over directly.

As soon as I took the Chengci inkstone, I felt like I was touching a bronze ware. A slight air flow came from my palm, surging in my body and quickly came into my mind.

Very comfortable, I like this feeling very much!

"Xiao Hao, have you finished reading it? I'll take a look too." Seeing that I was holding the inkstone without moving, Liu Haiyang urged.

"Oh, I'll finish reading it, I'll give it to you." I felt that the aura in the inkstone was completely absorbed, so I hurriedly handed it out.

"Su Hao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" At this time, Teacher Ma found that my face was a little rosy.

"It's okay, teacher, I want to go to the bathroom." I said hurriedly.

"Go"

After receiving the order, I hurried out of the office.

Squatting alone in the toilet, my heart thumped. It can be confirmed that the dark scissors in my mind are a magic weapon. The reason I am so sure is that "Journey to the West" is currently on the air during this period. Like other children, I am obsessed with this TV series, and the various magic weapons in it are even more enviable. I usually play with my friends and wave a wooden stick in my hand, and I have to cooperate with the lines: "Eat my old grandson with a stick." I chased other friends on the road and often shouted behind me: "Monster, where can I escape!"

Then I just took a medicine bottle and shouted to my classmates: "XXX, do you dare to agree if I call you?"

I confirmed that these scissors were magic weapons, and because they were very similar to Sun Wuzi's golden cudgel, they could be put into my mind. But how to get it out was very worried. From then on, I had an extra dream, that is, one day I rode scissors and traveled around in the nine days.

That night, I dreamed again. Just like the previous few days, the scissors turned into two golden dragons and flew in the air. It was not until the rooster crowed in the middle of the night that the golden dragon disappeared again.

For a period of time, I had to have the same dream every few days.

I dare not tell others these things, not even my parents, because I am afraid of being regarded as a fairy by others. In secret, I am also looking for the answer.

In the eyes of classmates and teachers, I became more fond of reading books and often asked people to borrow them. From "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness", "Water Margin" to "100,000 Whys", etc., after a few months, I read more than a dozen books, but unfortunately I never found similar situations.

In desperation, I had to give up my plan to inquire.

These days, my energy has improved, my appetite has continued to increase, and my size has rushed.

Due to the many disasters and illnesses I was a child, my height was half a head shorter than the children of the same age in the village, and I was as tall as them in a few months.

And during this period, there were more strange things in my family.

First of all, the mice at home gradually disappeared. People who lived in rural areas in the 1990s knew that at that time, the conditions were limited, and the brick and tile houses built by each family were very simple, and there was no concept of interior decoration. Not to mention laying floor tiles or carpets on the floor, there were very few families who lay a layer of bricks, and most of them put some loess in their own houses.

This kind of ground naturally cannot prevent mice from digging holes, so there are mouse holes in every house. Due to the large amount of mouse poison, a few domestic cats were poisoned to death, but mice became more and more resistant to drugs. At night, the squeaking screams kept making people feel troubled. My family was also deeply affected. In order not to let mice steal food, my father even pulled an iron warehouse back from the street.

But... the mouse seemed to have disappeared suddenly in just half a month... In short, we didn't notice it at all.

The second thing was that my mother found a weasel in the yard. Before she could shout, the weasel had already slipped into the vegetable field in the backyard and disappeared. In the eyes of rural people, weasels and foxes are two very evil animals. Weasels are called Huang Daxian and foxes are called Foxes. Although it is nothing to catch them in the wild and sell them for money, if they come to the door, something bad will definitely happen.

After seeing the weasel, my mother noticed it, but just two days later, she found the weasel at home. So she hurriedly asked her father to dig a fine mouse in the field, and then put her own cage in the yard.

It was useless to be locked up. For seven or eight days, no weasel was arrested. During this period, my mother did not see weasel appear, so she no longer paid attention to this matter.

But the peace was quickly broken. I had the habit of stomping on the bed at night. My parents often waited for me to fall asleep and went into the house to cover me with a quilt. One night, my mother got up in the middle of the night to tuck me in the quilt. As soon as she entered the room, she found a weasel standing halfway there at the head of the bed, staring at me with her little eyes staring straight at me.

She screamed in fear and woke me up directly. In her sleepy eyes, I saw a weasel jumping out of the window and running away. My father, who heard the news, held a shovel in his hand, but saw nothing.

The matter became serious, and it was obvious that the weasel did not escape at all and was hiding in my yard.

My parents didn't fall asleep all night. The next morning, my father went to an old hunter's house in Dong Village to borrow a mountain dog.

Because it happened to be Sunday, I also witnessed the whole incident. As soon as the mountain dog entered the yard, he barked and struggled with the iron chain.

As soon as my father threw his hand, it rushed towards a stone slab under the eaves of my house like crazy. Then a yellow-brown figure rushed out from under the stone slab and fled to the backyard quickly. It was a weasel! It turned out that it was making a nest under the stone slab, no wonder it couldn't find it.

I could see clearly that the weasel had a little bit of hind legs when he escaped, and there was a black plastic bag wrapped around it.

It was the one I saved during the Chinese New Year. How could it be in my yard? Did it come back to find me? I was so surprised at the time that I didn’t know how to agree with my parents. At the same time, I was also a little worried that this little guy should not be caught by the mountain dog.

As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. The stupid mountain dog had no choice but to deal with the weasel. In a few minutes, it hung its head and returned to the yard.

Unable to catch the weasel, my father had to send the mountain dog back.

After going to bed at night, I didn't sleep and read a book, wanting to see if the weasel was back. Subconsciously, I think the weasel is not harmful to me. Until eleven o'clock, the room was quiet and the guy didn't come back at all.

I couldn't wait, so I had to take off my clothes and go to bed.

Just as I was about to turn off the lights, I accidentally found a yellow head the size of a goose egg outside the window. I was poking my head and looking at me with my small green eyes.

"Is it you?" I asked in a low voice, then waved to the weasel.

"Jiji" it whispered outside the window.

"Give you biscuits" I suddenly remembered that there were still a few pieces of biscuits under my pillow, so I took them out and put them in my hand.

Unfortunately, the weasel did not jump in and just screamed outside the window.

I tried several times but it didn't work, so I had to put the cookies on the table, then turn off the light and get into the quilt. In the darkness, my eyes were wide open, wanting to see if the weasel dared to come in and eat the cookies. But I was a little sleepy for so long, and I lay in the bed and fell asleep soon after.

When I woke up the next morning, I found that the cookies on the table were gone, leaving only some scum. This made me very happy, it seemed that the weasel had eaten what I gave.

Since I am the only son of the family, my grandmother loves me very much and buys me some snacks every time I go out on the street, so I almost keep snacks at home.

In the next few days, I would put some snacks on the table before going to bed. The weasel was still the same. It dared not come in when I didn't turn off the lights and went to bed. After I fell asleep, it quietly entered the house and ate the snacks on the table.

I didn't tell my parents about the weasel. After the last incident, the little guy became much smarter and didn't appear in the yard during the day, so his parents didn't know about it.

As I was constantly getting along, the weasel gradually became bolder. Sometimes before I could sleep, it ran in with a chirping. Even with snacks in my hand, it dared to come over to ask for it. This little thing can be described as clever, and it seems that it can understand many of the things I said.

I just feed the weasels at night. During the day, I still carry my schoolbag and go to school with other children in the village every day. During this period, I took the opportunity to ask questions and went in and out of Teacher Ma's office many times, wanting to see if there are other things here that contain strange smells. However, other items in Teacher Ma's office are very ordinary and will not cause the reaction of the scissors in my body.

Just when I was disappointed, things turned around again.

In order to deal with the above inspection, the school wanted to build a book corner, and the teacher asked each of us to donate a book. Because of this, the school also deliberately gave us half a day off to go back to find books.

I donated the "Cauli Baby" with colored pictures. My godfather went to the city some time ago and spent more than five yuan to buy me three books.

At that time, the child was simple. The students would respond to the call and work hard to complete the task. Therefore, although I was in pain, I still took a new book to school.

When I went to the library to hand over the books, the teacher had not arrived yet, but many classmates were already waiting in the classroom, showing off the books in their hands.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I felt the scissors and magic weapons in my body again. The source of the commotion was a book in my classmate Liu Xiaobao's schoolbag.

"Liu Xiaobao, what book are you going to hand in this time?" I asked inadvertently.

"Don't mention it, I don't have books at all. These are rags left by my grandfather. I don't know if the teacher will collect them." Liu Xiaobao said and took out the books and placed them on the desk.

"Let me see what book it is," I said and walked over.

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