Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 89 The family that raises tigers!

Seeing this, Shen Dahai reminded Shen Xing to go down the mountain quickly.

Shen Xing did not hesitate at the moment. He could not bear the anger of an adult wild boar weighing several hundred kilograms, let alone two of them. He followed his father Shen Dahai down the mountain, carrying a bamboo basket full of wild delicacies.

The little tiger cub Xiaotian looked back every two steps. He looked back as he walked, with his little ears pricked up. His clear tiger eyes were full of confusion.

It always felt that the cry sounded a little familiar.

Soon, after walking for about ten minutes, the two people and four beasts walked out of the outer area of ​​Changbai Mountain and arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The father and son discussed it and decided to take a detour home.

The two men split into two groups. Shen Dahai went ahead, carrying the basket containing the deer antlers, and took the tiger cub home.

Shen Xing picked up ten wild red ganoderma of relatively good quality from the backpack, packed them into two portions, and prepared to take them to his second and third uncles.

He tied his backpack to the fat lynx and told it to follow its father Shen Dahai home. As for himself, he took the two small bags of Ganoderma lucidum and walked to the west end of the village.

The tiger cub was too attractive and wanted to follow, crying "Awoo awoo". However, Shen Xing did not let it go. Its brown and black striped fur was too eye-catching. So Shen Xing did not take it with him and let it follow its father. He took the little black dog with him.

I just happened to need to trouble Dalong to find a cow, so I might as well bring Xiaohei along so that the mother and son can meet each other.

The weasel was now very calm. It was originally going to follow the fat lynx home to sleep. It had worked hard on this trip down the mountain, and its arms and legs were sore. Just as it was about to go back, Shen Xing grabbed it by the back of the neck and put it on his shoulder.

"Why are you replying? I still need you to destroy the ash fairy."

Shen Xing chuckled. The second and third uncles' families had also been plagued by many troubles caused by gray spirits. So when he went to visit them this time, he would ask Wong Tai Sin to kill the gray spirits and get rid of the rats so that the old men could have some peace and quiet.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak"!
The weasel wanted to escape, but when it met Shen Xing's eyes, it had no choice but to accept its fate.

It communicated with Shen Xing mentally and asked if it could take a rest because it was too tired from climbing the mountain and its claws were sore.

Shen Xing cursed angrily, "You're tired after doing just this little bit of work. Xiao Hei followed me all over the mountain looking for wild delicacies, and he didn't complain about being tired."

The weasel squeaked.

"Okay, if you don't want to go, forget it, but..."

Shen Xing narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared at it and smiled.

"By the way, Xiao Huang, do you have a brother?"

The weasel squeaked and nodded.

"several?"

"Squeak!"

"I can't believe there are so many brothers!"

Shen Xing was a little surprised. There were actually so many little yellow brothers. There were hundreds of them in Changbai Mountain, and they were almost everywhere.

Even in the cave near Kimura's house, there lived his brothers who were born from the same mother, but Shen Xing didn't meet them.

"Okay, call fifty brothers over and give each of them two chicken legs."

Shen Xing lowered his voice and told the weasel the plan, listening to the weasel nodding and squeaking.

"This difficult task is now handed over to you. When you succeed, I will give you a big reward!"

Shen Xing tied a package of things wrapped in black linen to the weasel. The latter understood what he meant and carried the package to find his brothers and sisters in Changbai Mountain.

"After you find it, remember to go to the village entrance to look for the pony dog." Shen Xing did not forget to remind him.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The sound of a weasel came in the wind.

"Xiao Hei, let's go."

Xiao Hei led the way, and Shen Xing followed closely behind. The man and the beast bypassed the small path and walked towards the west end of the village.

It’s not far from the west end of the village, and you’ll get there in about ten minutes’ walk.

When Shen Xing was halfway there, the hunchbacked old lady Ding Jia was almost home.

There were quite a few people sitting at the door of the old lady's house, chatting and talking. They were all elderly people.

This is what old people do. After breakfast, when they have nothing to do, they always like to bring a small stool and, as if agreed, go to someone's house. Then they gather in groups of three, four or five and chat, talking about everything, good or bad, men or women, tall, fat or short.

Chatting is to relieve boredom and kill time.

These old men were good hunters when they were young. Some of them went out to work in big cities and had seen the world, but now they are old and can no longer work. They can no longer hunt in the mountains or work, so they simply retire and stay at home to help their sons and daughters-in-law take care of the children, or they drink, play chess, and listen to operas on the radio.

The old man is very bored. Sometimes he sits on a small stool for a whole day. No one knows what he is thinking about, but we can probably guess that he is thinking about his deceased spouse, his sons and daughters working in the city, and his grandchildren who are in school. Is the little granddaughter obedient in class? Has she finished her homework? Has she been scolded by the teacher?
Perhaps, you are thinking about this life, the time of more than eighty years, which has passed by like a passing flower, like quicksand, slipping through your fingers in the blink of an eye.

Is this life worth living? Is it happy? Is it blissful?

Have I ever lived up to myself?
Perhaps this is the thought that has occurred countless times in the minds of all the old people as they sit on their small stools, watching from sunrise to sunset, day after day.

At this moment, there was also a group of such old people sitting on small stools in front of Ding Jia's house. There were not many of them, only seven or eight.

They like to gather in front of Ding Jia's house and chat, mainly because there is a very large and wide old osmanthus tree here. The old osmanthus tree is also very old, at least more than 70 years old, just like the age of these old people, so old that they all feel close to it.

As soon as he saw Ding Jiashi, the most energetic of the old men, he joked:

"Hey, Mrs. Ding Jia, are you back from the mountains?"

If Shen Xing was here, he would definitely recognize him. This was his second uncle, Uncle Li. Yes, the uncle who was mocked by Ma Lengzi for buying a van, and then he gloated over Ma Lengzi's Mercedes being scrapped by a tiger.

Uncle Li is Shen Xing’s second uncle.

Uncle Li is in high spirits, with his back very straight. He used to be a soldier and fought in the Vietnam War. There is always a heroic look between his eyebrows. Even in his seventies or eighties, this heroic look is still there.

After he finished teasing Ding Jia, he changed the subject and said sarcastically:
"Hey, I picked up so many mountain products. Who did I take advantage of today?"

As soon as Uncle Li finished speaking, all the elderly people present burst into laughter.

These old people knew Ding Jia's character very well. She was well-known for her shamelessness and love of taking advantage of others.

When the daughter is foul-mouthed and the mother loves to take advantage and is shameless, that is a perfect match.

Ding Jia turned a deaf ear to the ridicule and sarcasm of these people. She carried the bamboo basket on her back, held her head high, and tried to straighten her old back as she walked into the house.

"Humph! You are a bunch of poor old ghosts. After I sell these wild delicacies, I will raise these piglets and make them into new clothes with some flowered cloth. Let's see if you are jealous!"

Ding Jia not only loves money, but also vanity.

"Oh, there are so many mountain products in this backpack. It's so full that old lady Ding can't even stand straight because of the pressure."

"She is a little hunched to begin with, how can she stand straight?"

"This old woman is really lucky today. She is very diligent and has picked up so many wild delicacies."

"Don't you know her? She can only sneak behind others and take advantage of them. These mountain products may have been taken by Old Lady Ding from others!"

"But I still envy Lao Ding. He is 78 years old, but still so capable and hardworking. I am old and can no longer climb mountains or work!"

"..."

Under the old osmanthus tree, people saw Ding Jia coming back with a bag full of delicacies. There were all kinds of comments, some mocking, some envious, some accepting their age, and some exposing her.

Mrs. Ding Jia ignored all this and walked into her own house. She happened to run into her daughter Ding Xianghua going out. She quickly closed the door and said to Ding Xianghua in a low voice:
"Xianghua, Mom has something good to show you!"

Lilac glanced at the full bamboo basket, opened her mouth wide, and said in surprise:
"Mom, you got rich today and picked up so many mountain products?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Ding Jia smiled with her eyes narrowed. Her back straightened a little when she was flattered by her daughter.

"Xianghua, what do you think this is?"

Ding Jia lifted a corner of the linen cloth covering the bamboo basket.

Lilac looked inside and her eyes widened immediately:
"Little piglets? Where do so many little piglets come from?"

I saw four little pigs lying quietly in the backpack, all of them were sleeping soundly because of the long period of bumpy ride.

"No, it's a wild boar!" Lilac suddenly reacted and said in surprise again.

"It's a little piglet. I picked it up. Isn't I awesome?" Mrs. Ding Jia boasted with a smile on her face.

"Awesome, awesome! Let me count. One, two, three, four, four wild boars!" Lilac said excitedly.

This mother and daughter are really alike. This Lilac is also a money-grubber!
"Go to the kitchen and get some vegetable leaves. I'll put the piglets in the pigpen." Mrs. Ding Jia instructed her daughter.

Ding Xianghua turned around and went to the kitchen to get some vegetable leaves, while Mrs. Ding Jia put the piglet in the pigpen and raised it.

Every time she released one, Ding Xiang Hua would say, "Grow up quickly, little piglet. When you grow up, I can sell you for a lot of money."

When Mrs. Ding Jia put the piglets into the pigsty, Shen Xing also rushed to the west end of the village and came under the big osmanthus tree.

"Second uncle!"

Seeing Uncle Li sitting on the stone bench at the door, Shen Xing, who had good eyesight, called out from a distance.

"Hey, this is..." Uncle Li was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Is this Old Shen's grandson?"

"It's Xiaoxing, Xiaoxing is back!"

Uncle Li said excitedly, smiling, and quickly stood up and went to greet him.

Old Shen is his good brother, and Old Shen’s grandson is his real grandson.

He was naturally very happy that his grandson came to see him.

Also standing up was a tall, strong, square-faced old man, who was Shen Xing's third uncle.

"Third brother, Xiaoxing is here to see us."

Seeing Shen Xing carrying the package, the second uncle smiled and said to his good brother, the third uncle.

"This kid still remembers to come. It's not in vain that we loved him so much when we were little." The third uncle also smiled and replied.

An old man didn't recognize Shen Xing and asked in confusion:

"Who is this young man? Why is Old Li so happy?"

Someone accosted me:
"Who else could it be? The son of the family that raises tigers in the east end of the village!"

(End of this chapter)