At this time, they heard the big beard shout, "What are you blabbering about, you second son? Grab the gear!" After saying that, a whirlwind shovel had already been wielded.
Half an hour later, the stolen hole had been dug to the point where it could not be seen to the bottom. Apart from the second son coming up occasionally to breathe, not even the sound in the hole could be heard clearly. The third son became impatient waiting, so he shouted towards the hole, "Great grandpa, have you dug through yet?"
After a few seconds, a blurring voice came from inside: "I don't...know, you...stay above and hold the...the rope well!"
It was the voice of his second brother, and then he heard the old cigarette butt cough: "Speak more quietly...listen! There's movement!"
Then there was dead silence. The third son knew that there must have been a change below, and was scared to not dare speak anymore. Suddenly, he heard a hair-raising sound coming from the hole, "kakakaka" like the croak of a frog in the field.
Then his second brother shouted loudly from below, "Third son, pull!"
He did not dare to neglect, and with a fierce leap, he grabbed the tail of the local rat and pulled it out. Just after pulling a few times, suddenly the rope tightened, and it seemed that something below had bitten it, and there was actually a counterforce that pulled the rope into the stolen hole. The third son had never even thought that there would be such a situation, and almost got pulled into the hole. He acted with quick wits and instantly tied the tail to his waist, and then fell backwards completely, with his back almost forming a 30-degree angle with the ground. This was a trick he used when he pulled a rope with other boys in the village. In this way, all his weight would be on the rope. Even if it was a mule, he could hold it for a while.