The Story of Elvis (1)

The Story of Elvis (1)

Let me tell you a story about Elvis.

Cats are wilder than dogs, more evil, and more spiritual.

I have personally seen a group of cats fighting and holding meetings, catching mice, and then a big tabby cat squatted on the wall, like Elvis!

The more remote the area, the more simple and wild the cats are, especially the tabby cats. My grandfather said that the tabby cats were domesticated mountain cats in the past. They are very wild, but also human.

In 2007, my second uncle was working on a construction site and contracted a canteen.

Since the construction site was in Sanyuan County, Xianyang, Shaanxi, there was a shortage of bacon in the area, so my second uncle asked my grandfather to smoke bacon at home.

In our local dialect, it is called empty bacon.

Now think about it, at that time, we bought about 2,000 to 3,000 kilograms of meat, all of which were smoked into bacon and sausage.

Where there is bacon, there are mice.

The mice in the countryside are very smart and can understand human language.

The family repeatedly tried to get rid of the mice but failed, so this story about Elvis came about…

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At that time, the bacon was smoked in the old house.

The old house was not lived in all year round and was used as a barn.

The houses in the southwestern mountainous areas should have been similar at that time. There would be a room for storing rice and something similar to a bucket. When you want to eat rice, you can dig up the rice and thresh it.

The house has a pottery house and two side rooms, which are like a well shape with a small courtyard.

The smoked bacon is mainly in the courtyard and then hung in the two side rooms.

Usually no one lives in the house. When there are too many relatives to visit and there is no place to sleep, the old house will be opened. I vaguely remember that it was autumn at that time. My second uncle’s construction site was in Sanyuan County, Xianyang, next to Jingyang. They were repairing roads and many Sichuan compatriots went there. They all wanted to eat bacon and the demand was huge. My

second uncle sent back money and asked Gagong and Gapo to take me, who was in high school, and my younger brothers and sisters to empty the bacon.

Emptying the bacon requires cypress branches.

There are also rice husks.

Press the flames, half-empty state, let the cypress branches and rice husks emit smoke, and use this smoke to smoke.

This kind of bacon is very fragrant and relieves homesickness.

It can be directly fried with lard, and the fat pieces can be fried into crispy curly meat. It can also be stewed with lotus root slices, which has a smoky aroma. It can also be fried with green peppers. The taste is extremely fragrant. Although it is slightly salty, it is especially delicious with rice.

In the place where our old house was, several households around had gone out to work at that time. There were few people on weekdays, but because there was rice, there were many mice.

On the first day of smoking bacon, I opened the barn door and saw a mouse on the eaves, looking down at us.

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The mouse was not big, but not small either, with dark eyes that turned around.

I hurriedly told my grandfather: “Grandfather, there are mice.”

My grandfather was only in his sixties at that time. He worked all year round and was in good health. He just hummed, and then asked us to clean up and set up the shelves first, and he went to invite a cat. At that time,

the grandfather’s family had two dogs, one was a big wolf dog that my second uncle brought back from the construction site, and the other was a local dog.

There was also a tabby cat.

That cat, without a name, is thin and agile, like a wild animal in the forest. It is very timid when it sees people, and it will scurry out in a few swishes. It usually eats at home, and spends most of the daytime in the wild.

It can catch insects, mice, and sparrows by itself.

Once I saw it catch a big magpie.

The magpie was still alive at the time. The tabby cat held the magpie in its mouth, and the magpie flapped its wings. It was like a leopard holding a gazelle in its mouth. It raised its neck and walked with difficulty, with blood on the corners of its mouth and murderous eyes.

It is not usually seen, and only my grandfather can call it back.

The way to call it is to stand at the door of the house and shout.

Yes, my grandfather just needs to cut a piece of gaga, that is, meat, and then smear some lard on rice, hold the bowl and shout for a while at the door of the house, and the tabby cat will run back quickly from outside.

It never lets people touch it, but only gets close to my grandfather and rubs against him with its body.

After feeding the cat, my grandfather caught the little raccoon and put it in the barn of the old house. He tied it up with a rope during the day and let it go at night.

On the first day, he had a harvest.