In the countryside, it seemed that there would be one or two idlers everywhere. They had nothing to do all day, walking around the streets with a cigarette in their mouths.

There is a small remote mountain village under the Taihang Mountains. The village is not large, with only a few dozen households. The lives of the villagers are not rich.

There was a young man named Erhu in the village. He was a lazy person. Although he had never been to a big place, he was very envious when he saw the feasting life of the city people through the mobile phone network.

In order to make a living, most of the young people in the village follow the building class to work, relying on their own efforts to earn money to support their wives and children. Although they don't earn much money, they can at least maintain their household.

Erhu had only been there for a day and never went again. He really couldn't bear the hardship and felt that building a house made too little money, so he didn't have a serious job so far. He had nothing to do every day, strolling the streets, and always fantasizing about making a lot of money.

His father was very tired of him, and what the peasants hated the most was this kind of "street slipper" who was high-minded and low-handed, refused to work down-to-earth, and was full of big talk.

Now Erhu, who was already in his thirties, had achieved nothing. He didn't even have a partner. His father was even more disappointed with him.

In the face of his father's nagging, Erhu couldn't take it anymore. He shouted that he was born to do big things, how could he go to the construction site to move bricks? He often quarreled with his father, and later, for Tuergenzi to be quiet, he moved to the abandoned log cabin at the head of the village.

Without the constraints of his father, Erhu lived more freely. If he had some money, he would buy alcohol and drink it. Every day, he slept until the sun shone three poles.

The villagers all used him as a negative textbook, teaching their children that they must not become "street slippers" in the future, shameful!

On this day, after dinner, Erhu carried a teapot in his hand and went out as usual. A few outsiders were resting under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

Erhu heard that they were talking about how valuable fox skins were recently. A new fur shop had opened in the town and was collecting fox skins at a high price.

When Erhu heard that, a golden light appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen a lot of money go into his pocket, for he knew that there were many foxes on the back mountain. He felt that his chance to make a fortune was coming!

The next morning, Erhu took a few traps up the mountain. He came to the place where foxes often haunt, made a few traps here, and then put the traps in the traps, and he was done.

That night, he dreamed that he had caught several big red foxes.

Perhaps Erhu was really lucky. When he went to the mountain the next day to check, he indeed found a big fox in one of the traps. He saw that the fox was very beautiful.

One of the fox's hind legs was caught in the beast trap, and blood kept flowing out. Its clear eyes stared straight at Erhu above, as if asking him to spare his life.

Erhu picked up a stone in the grass around the trap. Just as he was about to smash the big fox to death and take it back, two half-sized little foxes suddenly jumped out of the depths of the grass. They screamed at the trap.

Erhu was secretly happy for a while, but he didn't expect there to be unexpected gains. Isn't this a door-to-door delivery of money?

He left the big fox behind and went straight to the little fox with the stone. At that moment, the big fox in the trap seemed to realize that the children were in danger, and he began to be restless and gave a roar with all his strength. After the two little foxes heard the roar, they quickly ran deep into the grass.

How could a duck fly away so easily? Erhu knew that the big fox in the trap could not run away, so he stepped up to chase after the little fox.

After chasing for a long time, he never saw the two little foxes again. In fact, he was carrying a bow and arrow on his back, but in order to get a complete fox skin and sell it for a good price, he was not willing to shoot them with a bow and arrow. Unexpectedly, they escaped.

Erhu was a little regretful, so he had to return to the trap and prepare to kill the big fox.

Just as he walked to the side of the trap, he heard the cries of the two half-sized foxes again. The cries were not far away from the grass. It turned out that they had refused to leave the big fox, maybe they were trying to save him.

There was a cold light in Erhu's eyes, and he quietly took out the bow and arrow, put it on the bow, and aimed at the place where the fox's cry came from.

At that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of "squeaking" in the trap, but he did not care, and still stared attentively ahead, seeing the movement of the grass getting louder and louder, and the little fox getting closer and closer. Erhu waited only for it to show its head, and then fired arrows, so that the little fox would fall into his hands.

Right at this moment, Erhu felt a shadow jump up from the trap and hit him fiercely.

Erhu was completely defenseless and was directly knocked into another trap next to him. He only heard a piercing scream. One of Erhu's legs was caught in the trap.

Before Erhu lost consciousness in pain, he looked up and found the big fox and two little foxes standing on the trap. One of the big fox's hind legs was gone.

It turned out that the "creaking" sound he heard just now was the sound of teeth biting bones. In order to save his child, the big fox bit off the broken leg!

Two days later, a villager passed by and found Erhu, who was dying, and hurriedly sent him home.

Due to the long time of blood loss and broken leg bones, Erhu's leg could no longer be the same as before, and he became a lame man. From then on, "street walkers" would never walk the streets again.