Chapter 603 603. The power of sorghum
The sky gradually darkened.
Qiao Qiao was so busy that she just came down from the mountain. She put the dog food that Wu Lan had prepared on the tricycle, and then climbed up the back mountain again with the pig food bucket.
The seven pigs had a lot of extra meals today, but when they saw someone coming, they still started to grunt and chirp loudly. Qiao Qiaoan fed them safely, and then neatly scooped up the sorghum and rice husks in the basin and poured them into the chicken shed.
In an instant, the chickens gathered all over the mountains and plains flew over again, and the whole mountain was slowly filled with the faint aroma of wine.
As soon as Qiao Qiao left, the king also put down the pumpkin he was talking about and looked curiously at the sorghum in the chicken shed that was different from his own ration.
But soon, he sneezed and ate the pumpkin again.
And in the corner that he didn't notice, the group of gray-haired squirrels on the mountain, who had been honest for a long time, couldn't bear it any longer and carefully climbed down the tree again.
Then taking advantage of the dim night, he climbed up to the chicken shed quickly and lightly.
Their movements were light and orderly, their dark beady eyes staring at the sorghum that the chickens were pecking at, really wanting to have a taste!
But I felt the smell of wine was pungent, and I hesitated for a while.
There was also a gray-haired squirrel that was lagging behind. It landed on the ground at this moment, and its two claws were pulling at its buttocks in a very humane way. It didn't dare to move for a while...
If Song Tan were here, he would definitely find that this was the squirrel he used to kill chickens to scare monkeys - at that time, the small tree branches swollen the squirrel's buttocks!
What a tragedy!
But soon, the new delicacies attracted their attention, and rat nature is hard to change, so they haven’t eaten it for a long time!
Every day I look at the good food eaten by the people nearby, even the golden vole in the house who only eats... damn, he is really greedy!
So a few squirrels slithered back and forth along the fat belly of the chickens, and soon arrived in front of the pile of sorghum. Without saying a word, they first scooped them up with their little paws and stuffed them into their cheeks. It was so full that I accidentally swallowed a few pills...
Hey, why does it taste so delicious and weird?
But no matter!
One, two, three...
Are they lining up and retreating in an orderly manner? But the smell of sorghum in their mouths was strange and strange, something they had never tasted before. At the same time, there was also an indescribable feeling of being tipsy, which made them gradually slow down their movements in climbing the tree.
For some reason, my eyes were a little wandering - the wind was so strong, why were the trees shaking -
A few squirrels moved their cheeks strangely, and tried to catch them again I grabbed the branch that was swaying left and right, grabbed the bark and "slid" upwards, but I don't know why my hands and feet were weak...
I'm so sleepy! I'm so dizzy...Who's spinning in circles...
Then, there was a "bang" sound in the pile of leaves, and a gray-haired squirrel fell directly, and was so limp that it couldn't get up. .
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Dead? Is this okay? !
Several squirrels instantly became alert, and then hurriedly climbed down to check.
No matter what I do, the one at the bottom just won’t wake up.
At this moment, the chickens in the chicken shed suddenly made strange cooing sounds, one after another.
When I looked out again, I saw that they were also swaying, then staggering and gradually crawling down. They closed their eyes before they even entered the chicken shed!
The big rooster with shiny fur was even more in high spirits. It was so late at night that he jumped directly to a high place and stretched his neck——
However, before he could stand firm, the paws on his bottom But he suddenly staggered, and then fell to the grass again with a "plop". After a long time, he stood up shaking his head, walked around twice, made a soft "coo" sound, and squatted down again, completely stopping.
Not far away, the king let go of the pumpkin vigilantly and stood up.
His nose twitched and he smelled the strange smell in the air carefully, but apart from the things Qiao Qiao fed him, there was no other complicated smell!
He made a low voice, threatening the unwarranted enemy, and then stood up uneasily. His huge figure was particularly intimidating in the dim sky.
Then he walked around the chicken shed without noticing anything unusual, let alone the smell or footsteps of other people.
"Wang Wu?" The king tilted his head strangely.
However, when my ears moved, I saw a few pigs in the pig pen swaying around, and even a black pig was fighting against the tree, and for some reason, it was rubbing the bark of the tree. Get up.
After grinding, he lay down directly on the ground.
My belly was rising and falling, and it was extremely gentle. It was obvious that I was asleep.
Amidst the heavy shadows in the woods, the king squatted there, raising his front paws back and forth strangely.
......
At Lao Song's house, Song Tan, who was helping to serve the dishes, suddenly turned his head and asked:
“Mom, how much sorghum did you put in when you mixed the food?”
“It’s not much.”
Ulan didn’t pay much attention: “There’s just a bag left in the freezer. If not, just pour it all into the basin. "What's wrong?" I guess the amount of wine is not very good. Let’s drink less wine next time.”
“What?” Ulan was stunned.
However, before Song Tan could answer, Qiao Qiao suddenly ran back:
"Sister, what's going on? Dabai and the ducks suddenly fell asleep after eating, and they couldn't wake up even if they were poked!"
"Dabai has eaten a lot of rice husks and now he can't wake up. How can he protect the ducks at night?"
Qiao Qiao is so anxious.
Ulan’s first reaction was: It’s broken! Don't you have a plague? !
Then I realized - was it wine? !
She looked annoyed: "Ouch. Isn't this sorghum steamed? Why is it still so strong? If I had known better, I wouldn't have put in so much."
" What makes it so strong after being steamed?" The seventh cousin heard a few words and said casually: "What do you think of the sorghum? If it is not strong enough, can you use it for making nests? You have to make those fish drunk.”
Ulan was helpless: “I didn’t expect it... Dabai was already drunk. This, this, this, this must be too drunk.”
"It's okay, it's okay," Song Tan quickly comforted her: "Isn't the surveillance camera installed? There is one over there in the duck shed. I will just keep an eye on the surveillance camera at night."
"Mom, don't worry. It's Once the person is recognized, it will be broadcast automatically."
Ulan:...
There is no other way. You can't just keep watch all night, right? I can only remember this lesson.
At this moment, Song Youde came over with a group of people and the excavator guy who had just finished his work, took a shower and changed clothes.
The other party has been working for two days, and now his skin is getting darker and darker, second only to Zhang Yanping who is not at home.
Seeing Ulan, he grinned, showing his brilliant white teeth, and asked what he asked every day:
"Auntie, what are you eating today?"
Squirrel: I am addicted to alcohol, I won’t tell you!
Pigs: It’s better to be drunk. There is no pain in killing pigs when you are drunk... Hey, why is the meat so fragrant?
Parfait is here! Will Concubine Wan Gui be far away?
Let me write after I finish eating. I’m so tired, exhausted.
(End of this chapter)