Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 424
It's fine if it happens once, but if it happens several times, no matter how stupid Wu Jin is, he can still see that the little Tibetan mastiff is deliberately against him.

Wu Jin glared at the four little ones fiercely, and scolded: "You bastards, have you become smart? You are against me! Don't even think about it, eat all the wild game, what will I take back later?" Burn? What will you eat without prey?"

The four little ones looked at Wu Jin with their chubby heads tilted to one side.

A look like a fool.

They are almost full, so what does it matter to them whether you can catch the prey or not?

Besides, Fubao will definitely catch the prey, will there be less food for them?

Is this man a fool?

Forget it, don't bother with him, don't let him infect them with his stupidity.

The four small eight pairs of eyes looked at each other, then turned their heads suddenly, and walked away shaking their fluffy fat buttocks.

Mr. Wu laughed happily when he saw it, and said disgusted to Wu Jin: "You look so stupid, even dogs despise you!"

Wu Jin said aggrievedly: "How can this be a dog? These are all Fu Bao's brothers, and they are all very smart."

Mr. Wu gave him a sideways glance: "Promise! You hurry up and hunt me a game, I don't want to say it out of shame. The dignified deputy director of the Public Security Bureau can eat a duck egg and go home after hunting."

So Wu Jin went hunting with all his strength.

This time there were no four little ones making trouble, and he finally caught a thin and small hare.

He couldn't bear to kill it after seeing it, so he let it go in the end.

Fubao doesn't need them to hunt at all, the Tibetan Mastiff can easily catch wild rabbits and pheasants.

Fu Bao refused to leave when he saw the bamboo forest.

"Brother Ying, I miss this bamboo rat."

"Bamboo rat? Is that a mouse?" Mo Junying lived in the city since childhood, and had never seen a bamboo rat at all.

"No, it's a kind of mouse, but it grew up eating bamboo. It's very big. It's so big. It tastes so good."

Fu Bao stretched out his hand and compared a circle that was bigger than a large washbasin.

"Such a big mouse."

"They say it's a mouse. The mouse is dirty and you can't do it. The bamboo mouse is clean. It's especially good."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll catch bamboo rats and feed them to Fu Bao."

"Uh-huh."

Fu Bao dragged Mo Junying into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The Tibetan Mastiff is the best at catching bamboo rats, so it just found a hole and squatted there.

Then Fu Bao took Mo Junying and burned the dried leaves on the other mouth.

After a while, the family of three couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out one by one.

When one came out, it was bitten by a big Tibetan mastiff.

The big Tibetan mastiff has a sense of propriety, and all of them were only bitten, not killed.

Fu Bao looked at the three chubby bamboo rats and said with emotion: "What a poor family of three. In order not to let them suffer from the pain of being separated, I will kill them all."

Mo Junying suppressed a smile, picked up a bamboo rat, and broke the bamboo rat's head.

In this way, all three were dealt with, and they were taken to the stream for cleaning.

Fu Bao sat on the big Tibetan Mastiff and ran around in the woods, picking a lot of mushrooms.

When Mo Junying came back with a clean bamboo rat, Fu Bao had already picked a lot of mushrooms.

"Fubao is amazing, he picked so many mushrooms."

Mo Junying praised without hesitation.

Fu Bao grinned happily.

The two washed the mushrooms again.

Mo Junying didn't let Fu Bao work, he found a clean place, picked some lotus leaves and put them on it, let Fu Bao sit on it and play with the big Tibetan mastiff.

(End of this chapter)