Chapter 439: Touching the mouse

The fat man and his five-member team were all riding horses in the grassland and heading to Ewenki Banner. Burigud also rode his big green horse, responsible for leading the way for the fat man and the others.

Wu Kun and Jin Dali have completed the task, so they did not join Fatty and the others. However, he still had to go to Fatty's detailed address. After completing the horse-buying task, he must visit the door, and it is best to invite Fatty and Qiqi to join.

Because everyone's riding skills are uneven, the speed of travel is not fast, which basically meets the purpose of this trip, half for doing things and half for strolling.

Only Xiao Qiqi and Burigude ran for a while from time to time, asking the horse under his crotch to have fun, so the two little kids kept running in the front.

The fat man and the big braid fell to the end, and the distance became bigger and bigger. Enjoying tranquility and joy in such a vast prairie is also a late honeymoon trip. At this moment, the two seem to have tasted the real world of two people.

But the fat man is too heavy, otherwise it would be beautiful if two people ride together. Because of this, the fat man kept thinking in his mind: When can he get a tall horse? It’s not a high requirement, just like Guo Jing’s sweat-blooded horse.

When we walked to the evening, a large group of cattle and sheep appeared in front of us. Qiqi and the others had already dismounted and were talking to the horse-walker. On the early grassland, as long as they met a yurt, they could go in and stay. According to the herdsmen, guests would not travel with yurts.

The fat man and Da Braida looked at each other and then urged the horse to run over. An old Mongolian man was chatting and laughing with Wang Sanpao and the others. He was only a few years older than Wang Sanpao and the boss of the Che, and he was also energetic. The fat man noticed that his eyes were like Old Man Bilige, with a wise light.

Perhaps it was because of the vicissitudes of decades that they had long been asked to see through everything. What's more, the minds of Mongolian herdsmen were as broad as grasslands, and they would eventually turn into open-mindedness.

The fat man stepped forward and bowed. Although he was wearing a Mongolian robe, the old man could still see his essence at a glance and replied with a smile: "Young man, if you can win the respect of our tribe, you must be the most popular guest on the grassland."

The fat man was a little embarrassed. If Bater hadn't teared his cloth shirt, he wouldn't have been able to get this Mongolian robe.

The old shepherd's name is Bayin (meaning of wealth), and enthusiastically invited the fat man and the others to visit his house. The fat man had this intention, so after thanking him, he followed the old man to drive the flock back.

Several sheepdogs were scattered behind the flock and found that there were little sheep that were not honest, so they could always pounce on them and teach them some lessons. They were all very competent.

Qiqi kept praising her: "These sheepdogs are so capable, Grandpa Bayin, you are so old, why are you still coming out to grazle?"

According to the habits of herders, grazing is usually a matter of young people, so Qiqi asked this question.

"There is a grassland in the north that makes rats furious, and young and middle-aged people have gone to destroy rats. In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer wolves and foxes on the grassland, and mice have become spirits." Old Man Bayin looked at the green grass connecting the sky in the distance, and sighed a little in his voice.

When the fat man heard this, he felt a sank: rats have the greatest damage to the grassland. They have made holes underground and destroyed grass roots. If the natural enemies of rats are reduced, they can grow rapidly with their super reproductive ability. The destruction of the entire grassland begins from this link.

After walking all day, Fatty and the others saw a fox from afar, and a few grassland weasels like weasels; there were not many eagles flying in the sky, and the legendary grassland wolf did not see it. When Old Bayin talked about this issue, Fatty only recalled that the wild animals on the grassland seemed to be as high as the green mountains.

There was originally a complete food chain on the grassland, and the grassland wolf stood at the top of the chain, leading a group of carnivores and becoming the mortal enemies of those herbivores.

It is precisely because of the existence of these carnivores that the grassland ecology has always maintained a virtuous cycle, and has protected the prairie to last for thousands of years.

However, with the intervention of human factors, this situation can be completely overturned in just a few decades and make the prairie unrecognizable. As a veteran, the fat man has a deep understanding of it.

Overgrazing, wantonly reclaiming grasslands into fields, and hunting wild animals on a large scale, resulting in the degradation of grasslands and desertification of land. This does not take too long.

Since entering the grassland, a trace of shadow has finally passed through the fat man's carefree mood: the grassland, like the big green mountains, will face the problems of development and protection in this era of change. Any impetuous and reckless approach, only focusing on the gains and losses in front of him, will bring about serious disasters.

When he was about to get close to the yurt, the fat man finally figured out: no matter whether it was useful or not, he had to tell the situation to the herdsmen he had come into contact with. Perhaps, herdsmen like Bilige and Bayin who lived on the grassland all their lives could also understand this truth, but the fat man still felt that he should fulfill this obligation.

The hospitality of the fat man and the others is still very enthusiastic and the food is rich enough. Bayin and his younger son Chaganbala live in their family. In Mongolian, Chagan means white, and Bala is a tiger, so Chaganbala is "white tiger".

Seeing him, the fat man couldn't help but think of Weiwei. Chaganbala was as powerful and proud as Weiwei, but there was a feeling of fatigue on his face. Although he was very enthusiastic, he was obviously not very interested.

Old Man Bayin naturally asked about the situation of catching rats. Chaganbala shook his head and sighed: "There are too many rat holes, and everyone discussed and said that they would use rat poison tomorrow."

"No!" When the fat man heard this, he didn't care about being rude and shouted loudly. The rat poison has too much lethality. While destroying the rats, the wild beasts that feed on the rats will also be implicated. They are not as strong as rats, so the first one to perish will never be the rats.

"It's all those Han people who are clearing land and farming in the east, but they drive all the mice that originally lived in the mountains to the grassland. There are no ones who just live underground to touch the mice!" Chaganbala became more and more angry as he spoke. It was not until Old Man Bayin coughed lightly that he woke up and there were several Han friends in front of him.

He smiled bitterly at the fat man and the others: "I'm rude, please don't be surprised by the guests."

"The grassland is the home of herders. If your home is destroyed, you won't be happy if you put it on anyone." The fat man could understand Chaganbala's mood at this moment, because he had tasted it more than once when he was in Koshantun, and fortunately he could solve it successfully in the end.

"What is it to touch the mouse?" Qiqi couldn't help but be curious.

"It is a kind of ground rat. It originally lived in the Greater Xing'an Mountains, but people there opened land and farmed, and they started to migrate here. This thing was drilling holes underground. The ground holes were well connected and they specialized in eating grass roots. The damage to the grassland was much larger than those prairie field mice." Chaganbara said of this kind of rat, and she was so angry that she had nowhere to vent her feelings. In the end, she could only drink the glass of wine in front of her.

"We also have this kind of thing in Daqingshan, which is quite destructive to saplings. We once entered the mountain last year and saw the thing caught by a weasel in a hole." Wang Sanpao whispered to the fat man.

"Northeast rat!" The fat man exclaimed. This rat has lived underground for a long time and his vision has been severely deteriorated. The name of touching rats is probably from this.

If they are in the forest, they are restricted by natural enemies and environment, they will not grow stronger, but once they enter the grassland, it will definitely be a disaster.

The loose soil under the turf will become their paradise, and it will definitely turn a piece of grassland into a wasteland in a few years.

"You can't use rat poison." Old Man Bayin also said the same words as the fat man: "We Mongolians have lived in this grassland for generations, and have never used this method to eliminate rats." His reasons are different from those of the fat man, but they are the same as those of the fat man.

"Let's go and have a look tomorrow, maybe there's a way out." The fat man ended this somewhat dull dinner with this sentence.

The next day, the fat man and his team rode their horses and more than twenty shepherds to the north where the rat-infested grassland was a bit prepared. Although he was a little prepared, he was still shocked by the thrill in front of him.

Looking around, there were small piles of soil everywhere, just a few meters away, densely packed, and the fat man felt like he was walking into the grave, but these earthen buns were not as big as the grave.

This month, the pastures in other places are the most prosperous season of the year, but here the grass is dry and the ground is exposed in many places, as if it is just beginning in spring. It makes people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Those mounds are not very destructive, and they directly press the surrounding grass into it. If there were a few, there wouldn't be much trouble, but the number was too large, tens of thousands, and together, the area of ​​damage was definitely a shocking number.

The fat man scratched the back of his head: "So amazing. Uncle San, you are an old hunter. Are you any tricks to deal with randomly touching mice?"

"This thing doesn't move on the ground at all. The caves underground are too wide, so it's useless to pour water. Moreover, this thing is gambled on the cave when you see the wind, and it's not possible to pour them out with water; it's not possible to dig them with shovels, unless the entire pasture is turned upside down. Not to mention whether this project can be realized, no one can bear the consequences." Wang Sanpao looked at the dense mounds on the ground and felt his scalp numb: How many rats should be touched underground?

Even Wang Sanpao had no choice but to do anything. The fat man was really disappointed now. He left the crowd and walked forward slowly. Suddenly his feet sank, staggering, almost kneeling on the ground.

He looked down and saw a piece of grass that had been trampled, revealing a hole made by a rat inside. The fat man silently launched a large-scale search and controlled it within a few meters. The situation under the ground was revealed in his mind: the crisscrossing passages, with all connections, and it seemed like an underground maze. No wonder the grass above grew dry and turned out that it was basically hollowed out below.

Soon, the fat man found a mouse touching: Fat and fat man was like a meat bottle, more than half a foot long, with a big head, very small eyes, and covered with brown-gray fur. The two front paws were very developed, a bit like a shovel for digging soil. It was such a claw that opened a channel underground.

Just as the fat man was observing, the rat seemed to have noticed something and began to drill into the cave down, and his chubby body was actually very sensitive.

The fat man thought about it and created a little obstacle for it in front of it. He collapsed a piece. He saw his shovel-like claws quickly pulling up and quickly passing through the blocked place.

"Just put it in early." The fat man was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that this thing was so clever, so it was not easy to catch them.
Chapter completed!