The wound on the giraffe's back was very serious, and there were rotting problems in some places, and Yang Shubao smelled a faint rancid smell after pulling away the back hair.

John wondered, "How can they have a wound on their backs when they're so tall?"

Yang Shubao said: "It was the starling that did it, this kind of bird ......"

He looked around at the trees on the left and right, and finally pointed to a few yellow-billed birds and said, "That's them, they made this wound, they like to suck the blood of animals, and if a giraffe has a wound on it, they will enlarge the wound to get blood and minced meat." ”

John nodded in understanding.

If you find out the problem, you have to solve the problem, the wound is infected, and there are some parasites in it, some flies lay eggs at the edge of the wound, and there are larvae moving in it.

Yang Shubao patted the giraffe on the head to get it up, and took them to prepare for the return trip to treat it.

The giraffes followed them on their long legs, and the starlings followed.

John shook his hand and tried to drive them away, but Yang Shubao helplessly stopped him and said, "Let them follow." ”

"They're going to continue to destroy wounds," John said. ”

"It's not that simple, these starlings will enlarge the giraffe's wounds, but if the giraffe doesn't have a wound but has parasites, they go and catch the parasites and help the giraffe clean its body," Yang explained. Of course, they not only help giraffes with parasites, but also bison, zebras, and the like. ”

The animals on the prairie really love and hate the starling, the love is naturally that it can solve the parasites on the body, and the hate is that they are very selfish and will take the opportunity to solve the parasites to rub oil.

Considering that there is no such thing as a free lunch, it doesn't matter if you take the opportunity to suck some blood while pecking at parasites.

However, starlings enlarge their wounds not only to suck blood, but also to attract flies and insects to lay eggs, and they will use the animal's wounds as a food petri dish......

However, this is a bad thing that animals will do when there are too few parasites to fill their stomachs, and there are many animals in the Yang Shubao Reserve, and there are many parasites on the body, enough to fill the belly of the starling, and they should not be demons anymore.

It was already evening when Yang Shubao finally returned to the reserve.

He took the giraffes to the orchard, which was large enough and full of trees to cope with the elephants, orangutans, monkeys, and baboons, plus the giraffes.

But Yang Shubao decided to expand the area, and the fruit grove is a good income-generating project for the reserve.

In principle, his land could not be used for the primary industry, but he planted fruit groves for the sake of animals, and only the surplus fruit could be sold.

It's not for himself, he still has to feed these little black people.

The Land Reform Department and the police department turned a blind eye to this, so he didn't have any pressure to do it.

It was late when they came back, there was no food in the fast food restaurant, and they had to prepare their own dinner.

In the past, Yang Shubao was alone, and it was easy to clean up dinner, but now he has fifteen little black people under him, so the problem of eating is a big problem.

Fortunately, the little blacks are very easy to feed, they are not picky eaters, and when they come back, they automatically go looking for food:

Dig potatoes, dig sweet potatoes, and pick a few ripe corn cobs.

The grain that Yang Shubao sowed a lot at the beginning can finally be harvested now, although because of the gnawing of the animals, the surplus of grain is not very much, which is not enough to do a grain business, and it can feed dozens of people.

It's not interesting to just eat food, Lao Yang likes small animals very much, and it's uncomfortable if he can't see it for a day, and it's uncomfortable if he can't eat a meal.

He drove a monster truck to Barnes' small farm and bought a bunch of lamb and brought it back to make lamb kebabs.

Barnes also gave him a large bag of barbecue ingredients, and Yang Shubao looked at it and saw that it was Chinese characters, and asked, "Where did you buy our Chinese barbecue condiments?"

"You compatriots sent it, tourists, the last group stayed with me, and then gave me this. Barnes said.

Different regions have different barbecue tastes, and Barnes is not interested in Chinese barbecue, which he thinks is too big to suppress the taste of the beef and mutton itself, so he doesn't use it unless tourists like it.

Yang Shubao liked this mouthful, he took it apart and sniffed it, cumin with chili powder, it was the familiar taste.

He brought back the meat, and the little blacks lit a bonfire as usual to prepare roasted potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, and roasted corn.

They don't care if they eat good or bad, as long as they can eat enough to fill their stomachs, and whatever food is poked with a wooden stick and ready to be roasted on the fire.

Yang Shubao shook his head, he went to the river to dig some mud, wrapped the sweet potatoes and potatoes and put them in the fire, and the corn was skewered with wooden sticks, brushed with oil, and then roasted.

As for the mutton, it is divided into two methods, one is to cut it into pieces and stew it in an iron pot, it just so happens that there are potatoes and corn here, he cut some and threw it in, and boiled it in one pot.

Others cut the lamb into chunks and hang them on large skewers from washed twigs and hung on the campfire for a quick rock.

The mutton fat was smeared on it, the flames danced, and the yellow-white mutton fat fell drop by drop, and the unique fragrance of mutton suddenly spread.

Changed to live in the river, the big black and the little black climbed up smelling the smell, but was targeted by a little black man, who directly raised the knife.

Fortunately, Yang Shubao found it early, otherwise at least one giant otter would have turned into a dead giant otter.

Uncle Yang was so angry that he went up and gave the man a kick, he pointed to the reserve and drew a big circle and crossed his arms to make an X posture, and then shouted to everyone: "You are not allowed to kill any animal, you are not allowed to kill anything, understand?"

The little blacks nodded in panic.

Yang Shubao went back with a gloomy face, and the little black man who had been kicked by him sneered and went to pick up the bucket to refill his water.

Lao Yang eats soft and does not eat hard, and he has no need to continue to get angry after the other party is soft, so he accepts the water he poured and signals to him, which means not to hunt animals in the reserve wantonly in the future.

He handed the man a kebab and pointed at them, and then at the meat, and at himself, and told them that he would eat their meat.

I don't know how these little negroes understood, but after reading his gestures, they all showed expressions of sudden realization, and patted their chests and nodded constantly, as if they understood what he meant and obeyed his arrangement.

The corn ripens the fastest, this is all tender corn, and it is almost ready to roast after brushing with oil.

It is difficult to master the heat of roasting corn over an open flame, and it is inevitable that the corn will have a place of paste.

However, Yang Shubao tried his best to roast it evenly, he took off the roasted corn and sprinkled some barbecue material on it, and then went up and turned around, so that the barbecue material was mixed evenly with the oil brushed on it, and then he took it down and blew it and began to eat.

The corn grains were plump, sweet and delicious when roasted, and the little blacks smiled after taking a bite and gave Yang Shubao a thumbs up.

Yang Shubao took the opportunity to teach them to speak Chinese: "It's delicious." ”

The little blacks lowered their heads and gnawed hard, how could anyone care about learning Chinese from him?