Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 30 The Siberian tiger is my henchman, what are you afraid of?

There was a hustle and bustle outside the house. The old men and women in the village were famous for their loud voices, and even Shen Xing, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by them.

He got out of bed, opened the window and saw a crowd of people gathered at the door. They were all uncles and aunts from the village, many of whom were familiar faces who had watched Tiger Mom come down the mountain yesterday.

"Are you here for the little tiger cub?" Shen Xing frowned. Mother Tiger had gone around the village to warn everyone, and how dare she come to cause trouble for the little tiger cub?
Shen Xing put on his clothes, opened the door, and came to Shen Dahai who was brushing his teeth.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Shen Xing glanced at the neighbors and asked.

"They said it was a gift for me, but I don't know what's going on." Shen Dahai replied in a low voice.

"Gifts?" Shen Xing looked strange, and then he noticed that every neighbor was holding something in his hand.

He looked at what his neighbors were holding in their hands. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but the more he looked, the weirder it seemed.

"What the hell are those things? Do you really think my home is a confinement center?" Shen Xing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, it's Shen Xing, good morning."

"Isn't this the son of the Shen family? I haven't seen him for many years. Do you still remember your Aunt Cuihua?"

"I heard that Xiaoxing returned to the village from the big city two days ago. I haven't seen him for a long time. I came here specially to visit him today and brought Xiaoxing some blood sausage made by my old lady."

"..."

When the neighbors at the door saw Shen Xing coming out, they became even more enthusiastic. They raised the gifts in their hands and praised Shen Xing.

"Son, what good thing have you done?" Shen Dahai looked at those very enthusiastic neighbors with a confused look on his face.

"I didn't do anything good. I just came after the little tiger cub." Shen Xing replied.

He could see that these neighbors had come to his house early this morning specifically to establish a good relationship with the tiger cub, become familiar with him, and give him gifts in exchange for favors. Then, when the tiger mother comes down the mountain next time, she will think of this favor and will not harass or attack them.

The uncles, aunts and sisters-in-law all witnessed Tiger Mom's performance yesterday. A wild Siberian tiger that was both intelligent and very human-like was very rare for the villagers who had lived in Muwu Village for decades.

The Siberian tiger was originally a wild beast that guarded Changbai Mountain. When the villagers heard that Ma Lengzi had provoked the tiger cub, causing the tiger to retaliate and destroy a large Mercedes-Benz, they were also afraid that the 500-pound tiger would retaliate against them. After all, the pheasant trap that injured the tiger cub was put into Changbai Mountain because of its greed for game.
In addition, the Siberian tiger was so human-like, the villagers unconsciously regarded it as a "mountain god" and worshipped it. Giving gifts was a tribute to the tiger mother. Now the son of the mountain god lived in Shen Xing's home, so they came to Shen Xing's home together.

"This is the goat milk powder and bottle that Auntie bought for Little Tiger. See if you can use it."

"I heard that the little tiger was injured. This is the herbal medicine I specially boiled. It is very good for healing wounds."

"This is 20 kilograms of pork and 10 kilograms of spareribs. They are freshly slaughtered. Boss Shen, take them back and make some bone soup for the little tiger to nourish his body."

"..."

The villagers held up the gifts in their hands and greeted Shen Dahai and Shen Xing warmly.

"Son, look at this..." Shen Dahai was speechless, not knowing what to do. It was the first time he saw the villagers being so generous. Although the people in Muwu Village were simple and honest, because they had no fixed source of income, the economic situation of the neighbors was not very good, and they were below the poverty line.

These milk powder, milk bottles, fruits, cigarettes, liquor and so on may not seem like much money in the eyes of his son Shen Xing, who used to work in a big city, but for his uncles and aunts in Muwu Village, they are also a huge expense and it hurts.

"I can't accept it." Shen Xing shook his head.

He understood the villagers' fear of Tiger Mom. They probably heard about the incident in which Ma Lengzi's Mercedes was scrapped by Tiger Mom, and they were still scared. That's why they came to his house specifically to please the little tiger cub and get along well with Tiger Mom to prevent Tiger Mom from coming down the mountain again and taking revenge on the villagers. Shen Xing walked around Shen Dahai, stood in front of him, and said loudly:
"Uncles, aunts, and sisters-in-law, please go back. I appreciate your kindness."

"It's not easy for you either. I can't accept these gifts."

"Of course, I know what you are worried about. The little tiger cub accidentally stepped on a pheasant trap and got injured. You are worried that the tigress will take revenge on you because of this. Don't worry, the little tiger cub's injury has healed."

"Also, I, Shen Xing, promise everyone here that as long as you don't do anything to harm the cubs, the mother tiger will not retaliate against you."

Shen Xing's words were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the villagers' chests. They came to give gifts this time because they really wanted to leave a good impression on the tigress. They were afraid of being retaliated against and wanted to avoid the same fate as Ma Lengzi.

"Listen to Shen Xing. That tigress is so humane and spiritual. She is just like the mountain god of our Changbai Mountain. She won't attack anyone."

"Mr. Shen, I believe you."

"You don't have to take the other things, but you have to take the milk powder and the bottle, Boss Shen. The little tiger will need them!"

"..."

There was no way out. Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the neighbors, Shen Xing had to accept the goat milk powder and sent them away.

"Son, will the tigress really come down the mountain?" Shen Dahai asked, looking at the villagers leaving.

"Yes, I will come to the village to see the tiger cubs." Shen Xing nodded.

He understood the villagers' concerns and worries. After all, wild animals are wild animals with primitive savagery and strong aggressiveness. When he was a child, there were legends in the village that tigers and blind bears in the mountains would eat people. Therefore, Shen Xing could understand that these villagers would be afraid.

But Shen Xing believed in Tiger Mom. She would never attack the villagers without reason. The fact that she entrusted the tiger cub to her care was enough to prove Tiger Mom’s trust in the bipeds!
"Forget it. When Tiger Mom comes down the mountain again, I'll have to talk to it and ask it to come back after dark as much as possible." Shen Xing pondered.

In broad daylight, if the villagers encountered a tiger weighing more than 500 kilograms and more than two meters long on the road, they would be really scared.

After all, they are not Shen Xing, they cannot understand animal language, and they do not have affinity with wild animals.

Shen Xing brought the goat milk powder given by the villagers back to the house, put it in a cabinet, and took out a 2-liter can of milk powder from the spiritual space.

He decided to give Yi Yi this can of milk powder first. Although those given by the villagers were also good, the nutrition was probably not as good as the one in his hand. The rewards given by Brother Tongzi were the best, and everyone could see it.

After Shen Xing brushed his teeth, washed up and had breakfast, the tiger cub woke up. He opened the can of milk powder and filled half a basin with it for the tiger cub.

This little tiger cub has a big appetite, and less than half a basin of milk is not enough for it to drink. This half basin of milk requires at least two small bowls of milk powder.

"This foodie is such a glutton! These 2 liters of milk powder won't last him for a few days." Shen Xing thought helplessly as he watched the tiger cub gagaing as it drank milk.

There was nothing to do in the morning. After lunch, Shen Xing took the tiger cub for a walk in the yard to digest the food.

At this time, an uninvited guest came to the door with a big bag.

"Excuse me, is this Shen Xing's house?"

(End of this chapter)