The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 115

Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu walked forward side by side for a few steps, and suddenly turned around and asked him, "You are here, who is watching those little ones?"

"Don't worry, brother." Li Baoyu said: "My mother and my aunt are taking it."

"En." Zhao Jun felt relieved.

The two walked forward again, when they heard someone shouting in front: "You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch."

This is cursing, isn't it?

Probably not, after all it's the Chinese New Year, and it's easy to get beaten up if you curse at someone in front of the New Year.

Zhao Jun looked around, and saw a middle-aged man guarding a wooden box under the big willow tree in the east, and the wooden box was covered with a thick quilt.

Zhao Jun pulled Li Baoyu once, then walked under the willow tree.

"Dogs for sale?" Li Baoyu walked in, and the noise around him faded away, only then did he hear the stall owner shouting "You son of a bitch".

"Yeah." The stall owner responded, "Have a look?"

"Let's see." Now Li Baoyu can be called rich and powerful, and he has the confidence to speak.

The stall owner pulled up a corner of the quilt and said to Li Baoyu: "Brother, you have to look quickly, the dog is too small, don't freeze."

"Hey, okay." Li Baoyu likes dogs, even if they are not his own dogs, he doesn't want anything to happen to them.

Li Baoyu went to the box and lifted the quilt to see that the three puppies were lying in the wooden box, which was covered with buried mattresses, and they were trying to get together.

Zhao Jun glanced sideways and said, "Are they all green dogs?"

"Yes." The stall owner said, "It came out of one litter."

Zhao Jun frowned slightly, and asked, "Why are you taking it out and selling it?"

Hearing this, the stall owner couldn't help sighing, and said: "I went up to the mountain on the third day of the twelfth lunar month. The bitch at home was not tied up, so she left behind and followed me. I didn't know until I went to the mountain.

When I met a wild boar, my bitch let the wild boar pick it. "

Speaking of this, the stall owner's eyes were reddish, his voice was choked up, and he said: "Tiao Da's neck tendon is tight, if it doesn't give birth the next day, it will give birth on the third day."

Zhao Jun took a closer look at the three puppies. They should have been born two days prematurely. They haven't been breastfed these days, so they might be weak.

The stall owner said again: "The family is in trouble, so I will feed some rice soup to drink. I am hungry every day and scream, brothers, if you want to buy it, you can take it away for three yuan."

Li Baoyu stretched out his hand, carefully grabbed one and looked at it, sighed softly, put the puppy back, and turned to look at Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun suddenly asked the stall owner, "Brother, where is your home?"

"Ah." The stall owner was taken aback by the question, but quickly reacted, and replied, "I'm from Changling."

"Brother, what's your name?"

The stall owner looked at Zhao Jun and thought, is this kid trying to set up a relationship?
But he thought, if he could really build a relationship, he could really give Zhao Jun a puppy, not for anything else, as long as it was a reliable person who could keep these puppies alive.

"Miangui, my surname is Qu."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun hurried to the wooden box, reached out and picked up the three puppies one by one, and turned them to face him.

At this time, these puppies have been around for more than [-] days, and all of them have opened their eyes. Zhao Jun took them one by one, and saw that there seemed to be light-colored dots on one puppy's eyelids, which were very small. If you don't look carefully, you can't see them clearly at all. .

"I want this one." Zhao Jun said, unbuttoning the padded jacket, and stuffing the puppy into his padded jacket.

"Okay." The stall owner originally thought that Zhao Jun was going to build a relationship, but he didn't expect Zhao Jun to buy one so happily.

"Brother, what are you going to do when you buy it and go home?" Li Baoyu didn't want to say anything at first, because it seemed to interfere with the business of the stall owner, but he didn't want to see Zhao Jun suffer.

This puppy may not have had enough to eat since it was born, and it is not a matter of taking it home to raise it or not.

And, what to feed?
These days, people in the mountains don't even know what milk powder is.

There is malted milk, but it's crazy to feed it to dogs.

Cook rice soup, isn't that still starving?
"It's okay, I have to support myself." Zhao Jun said while taking out money from his pocket, took out three yuan and handed it to the stall owner.

After leaving the willow tree, Zhao Jun said to Li Baoyu, "Baoyu, tell my mother, I'll go back first."

"Ah, good." Li Baoyu knew that the puppy couldn't stand the cold, so Zhao Jun had to take it home quickly.

With the puppy in his arms, Zhao Jun hurried home all the way and entered the village. When he passed by the small store, he went directly into the store and said to the woman behind the counter, "Aunt Wang, bring me a bucket of malted milk."

The proprietress took out a bucket of malted milk extract from under the counter and put it on the counter, she smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Why is Zhao Xiaoer buying it?"

"Drink." Zhao Jun replied with a smile, and then said to the proprietress: "Aunt Wang keeps the account, and I will settle it for you in two days."

"It's easy to say." The proprietress took out a notebook, flipped through two pages and wrote down the accounts. Seeing that Zhao Jun was wearing a padded jacket in one hand, she asked him, "What's in your pocket?"

"It's hot dry food." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, I'm leaving." After speaking, he wrapped his padded jacket in one hand and malted milk in the other, and walked home after leaving the small shop.

All the way to the house in a hurry, Zhao Jun entered the house, sat on the kang and unbuttoned his padded jacket to see that the puppy had fallen asleep.

Zhao Jun took off the dog fur hat from his head, put the puppy in the hat, and pressed a small quilt folded into a square on the hat.

Then, Zhao Jun went out to the outhouse, lit a fire to boil water, took a small bowl, and made a bowl of malted milk for the puppy.

When he returned to the back room, he saw the puppy crawling out of the hat.

Zhao Jun smiled, walked to the kang with the bowl, took the little green dog out of the hat, and put it on the ground.

As soon as the little green dog fell to the ground, he urinated.

Zhao Jun laughed and scolded: "You don't urinate in your bed, you urinate on my floor."

After the little green dog finished urinating, Zhao Jun picked it up and put it back into the hat. He didn't intend to take the hat anymore, so let the little green dog use it as a nest.

Then, Zhao Jun went outside, picked up snow with a shovel into the house, and pressed it on Xiaoqinggou's puddle of urine.

Pinch out the snow again, and then bring in fresh snow. After repeating this several times, two shovels of stove ashes are picked up...

After Zhao Jun finished tossing, the brewed malted milk was not so hot anymore.

He put the bowl on the kang, and took out the little green dog, watching the little green dog licking malted milk hard, while Zhao Jun squatted on the edge of the kang and watched it quietly.

"Qinglong." Zhao Jun called softly.

Miraculously, the little green dog stopped eating and drinking when he heard the movement, and tilted his head to look at Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun laughed.

When it was almost noon, Wang Meilan came back with Zhao Hong and Zhao Na. Hearing that Zhao Jun bought a puppy, even Li Xiaoqiao came to Zhao Jun's house.

Seeing the three girls having fun with the puppy, Wang Meilan pulled Zhao Jun aside and asked him, "Son, what do you feed the dog?"

"Malted milk essence." Zhao Jun replied very simply.

"What?" Wang Meilan's eyes widened, she looked straight at her son, and shouted, "You're rich, right?"

"No." Zhao Jun said with a smile: "I got it at the small shop, remember to pay. Mom, you can pay me back another day."

Wang Meilan: ...

(End of this chapter)