Abandoned farmer: take cute baby to farm

Chapter 316

"Nonsense! Our poor family, when the mice come, they can crawl out with a yellow face and tears. What is Huang Daxian doing here when he has nothing to do! I have to ask clearly."

After finishing speaking, Liu Shi turned around and left the gate building, disappeared in a hurry and hurried away.

"Listen, what did your mother say? Is our family so poor? Don't care if the yellow skin is here to eat. If you don't go and see, she won't die."

After Boss Jiang finished speaking, he stood up, walked to the chicken coop, stepped in, squatted at the entrance of the hole to see what happened, stepped out again after a while, and said lamentingly, "Who else could it be?"

At this time, Jiang Ruyue also brought the little guy to the yard.

Seeing the family is very nervous.

Jiang Ruyue asked: "Father, can this yellow skin be caught?"

In her previous life, she had watched a movie called Ghost Blowing the Lantern, in which it was said that the weasel was psychic and took revenge on people.

Even though she is a medical student, she doesn't believe this.

But I did.

For the safety of the family.

She thinks it's better to be more cautious.

When the little guy heard it, he surrounded him and listened carefully.

Boss Jiang said thoughtfully: "It's easy to catch, but it's not easy."

Jiang Changqing said excitedly, "Father, there are often peddlers out there clamoring for yellow skins. If they can be caught, they might sell for some money."

The little guy frowned, stroked his chin, and said slowly: "I just don't know if this yellow-skinned meat is edible."

"You boy, I don't want to live anymore, I want to eat even Huang Daxian's meat! Let your grandma know, and I must talk about you for most of my life."

Mr. Jiang laughed and touched the little guy's head symbolically, and jokingly said, "I tell you, the meat of this yellow skin is not edible, but the skin is valuable. Especially after the autumn frost, the tip of its tail The little hairs are fine-quality wolf hairs, and they are definitely the best when they are made into writing brushes. If we can catch them, why sell them to shopkeepers, let us make them into writing brushes for the little ones to write on.”

The little guy was very happy to hear that.

Jiang Changqing said, "Father, why don't I go to the mountains to catch a few more? I didn't expect this thing to be sold for more money than wild rabbits."

Boss Jiang reached out and patted Jiang Changqing on the shoulder again and said, "Big boy, even if you catch him now, it won't be worth a lot of money. I'll stop the dirty talk first, and catch it when the frost falls this autumn." The two yellow skins can be regarded as revenge for the dead chickens of our family."

"I just went to Niu Laoshi's house and saw him pouring vegetables. He said he didn't see our chicken."

Just at this time, Mrs. Liu came back from outside, with a dejected look on her face, and said weakly, "This Huang Daxian eats it as soon as he eats it, and he has the right to save money and eliminate disasters. Don't just think about wrong ideas. If something goes wrong, it will cause trouble." We can't afford to make Daxian angry."

Boss Jiang was full of helplessness, and said a little angrily: "What about Huang Daxian and Lv Daxian? You listen to whoever said it, isn't it just Huang Pizi, who is a gods and ghosts. If it is really a Daxian, he would steal other people's chickens." Eat?! Joke!"

Mrs. Liu was not convinced, and said, "You haven't heard the story of a 'shoe sole' in my natal village before. Many people know it, but you don't."

It turns out that something like this happened in Liujiazhuang, the Liu family's natal family: Liumaodan in Liujiazhuang, while working in the field, saw a yellow-skinned man lying on his stomach in the grass by the ditch, took off his broken shoes and patted him. The yellow-skinned man was startled. He fled in a flash.

When he returned to the village, a woman in the village, who was Wang Maodan's own mother, ran towards him like a lunatic, crying and screaming, and cried to him: I am not afraid of anyone, but the soles of my shoes.

Since then, Wang Maodan has a nickname: the shoe sole essence.

Just because of this, many women believed that this yellow-skinned son was a great immortal and should not be offended, and it would be even more taboo to catch and kill him, and the whole family would suffer a lifetime of bloody misfortune.

(End of this chapter)