Zhang Aihua and Song Yufang looked over. Hearing the commotion, the others subconsciously looked over too.
Zhang Yiwen and Brother Qiu both brandished the sticks in their hands.
The sticks had green rings wrapped around them, looking like seaweed just pulled from the ocean.
Zhang Aihua walked over. After getting a closer look, he thought it didn't quite look like seaweed and asked, "What is this?"
Zhang Yiwen said happily, "Dad, this is a grass we found in the snow. There are rats living around it, this big! We can set cages to catch them!"
When Zhang Yiwen said they'd found grass and rats, the others, who had been about to disperse, grew interested again and gathered around.
Looking closely at the grass on the stick, they saw it had sharp, serrated edges from top to bottom. "This grass looks like trouble."
Zhang Aihua said, "We can't eat this nasty grass, but the rats can. Let's go try and catch them!"
"Alright!"
