After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

When Chunsheng returned home, his parents and two older sisters had already gone to work in the fields.

He immediately sat down at his desk and picked up the first draft of the essay that he had only partially revised the night before.

Although Chunsheng understood what Li Yufeng had just told him and Hongqin, advising them to relax and not take the outcome too seriously.

Indeed, as she said, the competition in this essay contest was unprecedentedly fierce, truly a case of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

In this situation, no one could be absolutely certain of winning a prize.

The same applies to Chunsheng!

Even though he has a vast amount of information about the major changes of the entire era over the next 50 years, he is not a god who can know everything.

Especially for essay competitions, which were just a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things during that great era, it was impossible to know which essays would ultimately win prizes.

Therefore, he could only do his best to do this.

However, he felt that there was still some hope.

First of all, he has some confidence in his writing skills and creative abilities.

Most importantly, he knew many technologies that would have been realized in the future. These things seemed unimaginable now, but upon closer examination, they were in line with the trends of technological development, rather than being far-fetched.

He had finished writing the entire essay. Now, the only things that needed to be revised, besides making the writing flow smoothly, were adjusting some highly conceptual vocabulary, deleting what needed to be deleted and revising what needed to be revised.

You absolutely must not give people the impression that something is obscure or difficult to understand, or you'll lose points.

Just as Chunsheng had marked all the parts that needed to be modified and was about to copy them onto the new manuscript paper, an accident occurred.

Suddenly, screams and fighting sounds came from the chicken coop in the backyard.

He was already used to these sounds; they were either two hens fighting over a rooster, or the rooster beating one of the hens.

In short, it's like kids fighting; neither of them can hurt the other, and they'll naturally stop when they get tired.

In the past, during every fight, he could almost only hear the hen's screams.

But this time was different; even the rooster's crowing made Chunsheng's scalp tingle.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he put down his pen and went to the backyard to see what was going on.

He had barely stepped out of the house, and before he even reached the backyard, when he was startled by what he saw.

A furry creature, resembling a large cat, was jumping around in the chicken coop, making the whole place dusty and covered in feathers, almost obscuring everything.

In an instant, something popped into Chunsheng's mind.

weasel!

Yes, it must be a weasel. What else could possibly sneak into a chicken coop to steal chickens?

Thinking of all this, Chunsheng darted into the kitchen, grabbed the small fire tongs and the fire poker leaning against the stove, and in a few steps reached the chicken coop. He opened the coop door and quickly reached the fire tongs inside.

The weasel, which had been so arrogant and invincible just moments before, was now terrified at the sight of someone approaching and scurried around the chicken coop, hoping to find a hole to escape into.

How could Chunsheng let it escape so easily? Even if he didn't kill it, he would teach it a lesson.

So he blocked the entrance to the chicken coop, holding open fire tongs, and repeatedly tried to catch the weasel with the tongs.

However, the weasel was really cunning, constantly weaving back and forth between the bamboo frames inside the chicken coop, and Chunsheng couldn't catch it even after trying for a long time.

Just then, someone shouted loudly at the courtyard gate, "Chunsheng, what are you doing?"

Chunsheng quickly turned around and saw a young woman in her thirties with curly hair, carrying a large cloth bag, standing there staring at him in surprise.

"Third Sister!"

After shouting, Chunsheng immediately explained, "A weasel got into our chicken coop, and I'm catching it!"

"What?! A weasel has gotten into the house!"

This person was none other than Chunsheng's third sister, Song Chunping.

Upon hearing that there was a weasel, Song Chunping immediately put her bag down on the chair and ran over.

"let me!"

Taking the fire tongs from Chunsheng, Song Chunping bent down and forcefully poked the weasel, which was squatting in the chicken coop with its two small eyes glaring at her with a fierce look.

The weasel howled in pain, and in no time it was caught firmly in the fire tongs in Song Chunping's hand.

Chunsheng looked at the weasel that was trapped and saw it still twisting its body and struggling.

"Sis, what do we do now?"

"What should we do? If we fall into my hands, we can forget about living."

As Song Chunping spoke, she used the fire tongs in her hand to grab the weasel and repeatedly slam it up and down on the ground.

Soon, the weasel quieted down.

"Come on, come with me outside, let's throw this menace out."

Without waiting for Chunsheng's reaction, Song Chunping grabbed the fire tongs and left the backyard, heading straight for the gate.

After Chunsheng closed the chicken coop, he followed closely behind his third sister, Song Chunping, and they left the city gate.

Less than fifty meters outside the East Gate, there is a garbage dump where villagers have been throwing out garbage for years.

At that moment, a tractor was parked there, and two villagers were shoveling the garbage onto the tractor, one scoop at a time, with iron shovels in their hands.

Upon seeing Chunsheng and his third sister Song Chunping hurrying towards them, the two immediately stopped what they were doing and looked over.

"Chunping, when did you get back?"

One of the villagers recognized Song Chunping, and after greeting her, he froze, asking, "What are you holding with those fire tongs?"

"weasel!"

Upon hearing that it was a weasel, the two men immediately came to greet it.

"Is he dead?" the man asked.

"It's not moving anymore. Even if it's not dead, it must be seriously injured!"

"Let me do it, or you might escape alive!"

In Northeast China, weasels are considered powerful spirits, and no one dares to mess with them.

But in the Northwest, they never received that treatment.

Anyone who dares to come into a house and do things like stealing chickens and harming people will only face certain death.

As soon as Song Chunping loosened the fire tongs and threw the weasel onto the ground next to the tractor, the creature flipped over and quickly got up.

He wasn't dead after all; he was just faking it the whole time.

The weasel thought that having escaped the fire tongs, it could make a quick getaway.

But as soon as it turned over, an iron shovel that had been waiting for it came crashing down and smashed hard on its head.

The weasel squeaked in pain, twisted its body, and was about to get up and run away again when another iron shovel came crashing down, this time with even more force than before.

Then came the alternating slapping of the two iron mallets, like raindrops.

Finally, when the two villagers who were cleaning up the garbage stopped swinging their iron shovels, the weasel was already dead!