With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

Under a tree not far away, there was a furry little guy.

It's not big, has brown fur, and looks quite cute.

After Zhou Yue saw it clearly, she was very surprised.

"Wow! There's a yellow fox under the tree!"

When Zhou Yue was a child, she lived with her grandmother in a village in the south and had seen yellow weasels.

When Zhou Yue thought of this thing, she became so angry that her teeth itched.

This yellow-skinned guy is so hateful. He sneaked into her chicken coop in the middle of the night.

He bites open the chicken's neck and drinks its blood. It's not enough to just kill one chicken, he can kill several with one bite.

They only drink blood and don’t eat meat. The chickens in the chicken coop die miserably. It’s really infuriating!

If you catch a weasel like this in the south, you would just beat it to death with a stick.

But it’s different in our north. If we encounter a weasel, no one dares to be so cruel.

Because of the custom in the north, the weasel is called Huang Daxian.

Although it is a folk superstition, weasels are indeed treated well in the north.

People in the north believe that Wong Tai Sin can protect their families from harm, and they offer him fruits and cakes as sacrifices.

But at this time Zhou Yue was a little confused. This weasel was not a rare creature. Why did Uncle Dong and the others look so happy?

I thought they had hunted some big prey, but this weasel only looks to weigh more than two kilograms, so it probably doesn't have much meat.

When Dong Kang heard this, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

"Sister Zhou Yue, this is not a yellow fox, this is a dog."

Zhou Yue's face was full of surprise, her eyes wide open.

"Ah? This thing clearly looks like a yellow fox, isn't it a yellow fox? What is Lin Gouzi?"

Uncle Dong turned his head and spoke in a low voice.

"Lin Gouzi is a sable, which is a good thing! If you take it to the market, the skin can be exchanged for a lot of money!"

When Zhou Yue heard this, her eyes widened even more and she nodded subconsciously.

"So this thing is a sable. It looks exactly like a yellow fox!"

Zhou Yue took another closer look and found that the sable under the tree was indeed somewhat different from the weasel. The weasel's fur was more yellow, while the sable's fur was darker.

What’s more, the sable looks cuter, and its fur appears to be very thick, dense, and shiny.

To be honest, this was the first time Zhou Yue saw a sable.

Although Zhou Yue had never seen a living sable, she had seen coats made of sable fur.

This mink coat is very expensive nowadays, any one of them costs thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars.

Zhou Yue originally thought that mink must be a very large animal to be able to make such a large coat.

I didn't expect it to be so small. It looked to be only about two or three pounds, about the same size as a two-month-old kitten.

It seems that to make a coat, dozens of minks are needed.

No wonder people who protect animals boycott mink coats.

Many modern mink coats are made from farmed minks.

Because a purely wild sable like this is a national first-class protected animal.

It is extremely rare and precious, and just one of them can send someone to jail for life.

Zhou Yue crouched down, staring at the sable under the tree not far away.

It was licking its paws comfortably, oblivious to everything around it.

"Uncle Dong, aren't you going to beat this sable? This little guy will run away soon."

Zhou Yue was a little surprised that Uncle Dong cared so much about this sable.

But he was hesitant to take off his hunting rifle and aim at the sable.

Uncle Dong sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"The only valuable thing about sables is their skin. If you shoot them with a gun and the skin is torn, then it will be worthless."