Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 44
After a period of time, Chen Chuanwang had a certain understanding of his sudden ability, and he was able to control it more finely.

The ability to eat grass has little effect on people, or in other words, for people, the desire to eat grass will turn into eating vegetables.

This seems to be taken for granted. In the eyes of rabbits, there should be no difference between vegetables and grass.

Even though he seems to have superpowers now, Chen Chuanwang is still living an ordinary life.

It is impossible for him to become a native of the motherland just because of his ability to eat grass, that would be too funny.

Early in the morning, Chen Chuanwang picked up a bamboo pole tied with a small sickle to cut the toon.

Because it grows wildly, the toon tree is a bit too tall, and Chen Chuanwang can't touch the most lush place on the top.

"Grandpa, this is too tiring."

After cutting for more than half an hour, there was still no half basket. Chen Chuanwang was a little decadent and didn't want to do it anymore.

With a cigarette in his mouth, grandpa was pinching the buds at the root of the Chinese toon tree: "Go back and get the hatchet and cut this tree down."

"Cut it directly? Will it grow in the future?"

"Don't worry, this tree can live."

Chen Chuanwang ran home and took out the hatchet.

Although grandpa is getting older, he is getting better and better at chopping trees. There is a big pot and stove at home, and the wood used for the fire is chopped and brought back by himself.

Chen Chuanwang often said that there is no need to chop, and if he wants some wood to burn, he can go to the factory where his uncle works and bring some back.

But in the end, this kind of thing should be left to Uncle Chen Chuanwang. Grandpa thought it was troublesome and didn't want to owe this petty favor, so he would cut down some wild trees when he had nothing to do.

The Chinese toon tree had only been planted for one or two years, and it was about as thick as an adult's small arm. After my grandfather measured a height of about 1.5 meters, he chopped it down vigorously, swung it a few times, and a tree was brought down.

He found the angle and came again twice, and the tree broke.

Grandpa wanted to chop off a second one, but Chen Chuanwang stopped him: "As long as the family eats it, one tree is enough. Let's talk about it when the leaves grow longer."

Dragging the tree to the open space, Chen Chuanwang held the basket in one hand and picked the toon buds in the other.

After playing on the sidelines, seeing the leaves shaking, it immediately became energetic. It crawled on the ground and stared at the shaking leaves.

At this time, Xiao Hei suddenly rushed out, jumping up in fright, and rolled on the ground in a panic.

Xiao Hei rushed to Chen Chuanwang's side and leaned towards Chen Chuanwang's outstretched hand.

"Go, go, you're like this, how can I pick it!"

Xiao Hei wanted Chen Chuanwang to touch him, but Chen Chuanwang didn't know that once he touched him, he couldn't stop within ten minutes.

After rewarding Xiao Hei with a brain collapse, Chen Chuanwang pushed it aside: "If you delay my work any longer, I will eat stewed dog meat today."

Unable to be touched, Xiao Hei whined aggrievedly. It circled Chen Chuanwang twice, then simply lay down on the ground and stuffed its head into the leaves.

The kitten always liked to drill around, but when it saw the big dog doing this, it couldn't bear it any longer. It shook its buttocks twice, then rushed in and started fighting with the leaves.

At first, Chen Chuanwang thought they were annoying, so he deliberately avoided them when pinching the toon buds.

But a Chinese toon tree is only that big, and there are only so many edible shoots. After a while, Chen Chuanwang turned around and stretched out his hand towards the two of them.

Xiao Hei is big, so he can see where it is at a glance, but he is only two months old, and his head is as big as the sole of a shoe, and he gets into the leaves, so he can't see it at first glance.

Chen Chuanwang stretched out his hand and pinched a cat's ear.

"Hey!"

Chen Chuanwang couldn't help laughing, not to mention, the feel of the cat ears is really good, and the Q bomb is incomparable.

It seemed to be itchy from being rubbed, and he suddenly hugged Chen Chuanwang's arm, kicking his hind legs non-stop.

Lifting the cat up and putting it into the basket, Chen Chuanwang rubbed it with his palm, and the lively kitten started whistling inside the toon bud.

Anyway, there was only such a place left, and he was afraid that Xiao Hei would make trouble, so Chen Chuanwang simply touched his head with one hand and pinched the toon buds with the other.

There was one hand on his head, even if he didn't move, Xiao Hei was extremely quiet.

A few minutes later, Chen Chuanwang picked up the basket containing Chun Ya and the kitten, followed by the black dog, and returned home.

Grandpa also brought back some lettuce and some vegetables from the vegetable garden at this time.

Taking out the small Mazar, the two chatted while sitting in the backyard choosing vegetables.

"The cat sleeps in the basket, and we don't have to eat a mouthful of hair."

"Grandpa, it's not like eating cats. Besides, it's only a short period of time. It's not the time to shed hair yet."

"How can there be a cat that doesn't shed hair, and the dog at home, don't look at the oily and slippery ones, once you sweep the floor, it's full of hair..."

Grandpa complained for a long time, just wanted to hand over the task of cleaning the house to Chen Chuanwang.

Chen Chuanwang shook his head and said, "Don't count on me. I don't think my room is dirty at all, but you just take a look and say it's a garbage dump. We have different criteria for judging."

"Isn't it just lazy?" Grandpa said: "I don't care, I will leave the task of cleaning the house to you today, and I will go to the street to buy some meat later."

"Row."

Chen Chuanwang nodded.

After choosing the dishes, Chen Chuanwang cleaned Chunya carefully, it was still early, so it was not enough to prepare lunch now.

Inadvertently, he swept the hair of Chu's third child that was pulled off by his grandfather before. There were not many feathers on his neck, but his grandfather was still reluctant to sweep it directly, and piled it up with the duck feathers at home, thinking about selling it later.

Funny cat!
Chen Chuanwang suddenly thought that the pet products on the Internet are feathers.

At the same time, he also recalled that there seemed to be a small bell at home, and after searching through boxes and cabinets for a while, the little rusty bell was taken out.

Chen Chuanwang went outside and broke a stick casually, and brought a length of white string that was used to seal the rice bag.

Dad was a carpenter anyway, and Chen Chuanwang saw that he made all the big swords he played with when he was a child. His skill with his hands is barely good, so he can probably be regarded as a low-level craftsman.

Just fiddle with it, and a simple cat teaser comes out.

If you have toys, you have to play!

When Chen Chuanwang walked into the yard, he saw the short head looking around at the door, as if he wanted to "the world is so big, I'm going to see it".

Jingle Bell……

Chen Chuanwang shook his hand, and the bell rang, and he raised his head in a short while, with his ears pricked up.

Jingle bell... Jingle bell...

The kitten was immediately attracted by the cat teaser, first ran, then walked, and then squatted on the ground, ready to go.

When Chen Chuanwang became interested, he slammed the cat-teasing stick on Shorty's body, and the kitten grabbed the feathers and opened its mouth to bite.

"Ahhhhhh~~"

What a natural hunter.

While fishing for cats, Chen Chuanwang was also observing Xiao Hei.

That timid dog, seeing the stick in Chen Chuanwang's hand, retreated back to his kennel.

Chen Chuanwang was also very puzzled. Since he was a child, he had never beaten a dog with a stick. He always beat him with his hands.

Grandparents don't beat dogs at all.

Such a reaction should be pure timidity, just like Xiao Heitian's fear of firecrackers and lighters.

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PS: The increase in collections is getting less and less, it seems that there are no follow-up recommendations.

(End of this chapter)