When Mrs. Qian heard this, she was also anxious, if her pig ran away by herself, it was possible to find it, if it was stolen, it was not so easy to transport the pig out, so there was still a chance of finding it in the end.

But if it's taken away by the wolves, there's no fart left.

Do you expect a pack of wolves to leave you a few taels of meat?

Yaoqian Village is backed by Baicao Mountain, with lofty mountains, not to mention wolves, even tigers have been seen.

It's just that I haven't heard of the wolves on the mountain coming down the mountain for so many years and harming Yaoqian Village?

Why is her family unlucky enough to encounter such a thing?

As soon as Mrs. Qian thought that their pigs had been taken away by a group of wolves, she felt a chill in her heart, and she was immediately anxious, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't think of any useful clues.

It's just that Mrs. Qian doesn't want to think about it, if the pig was taken away by the wolves, how could there be no movement at that time, and how could there be no blood stains inside and outside the pigsty?

It can only be said that she cares about chaos, and her heart is worried about the pig she lost, and she has completely lost the ability to think.

Even the villagers on the side shook their heads, saying that everything was normal, neither seeing anything unusual nor hearing any special sounds, just as in the past.

The villagers were gossiping, and they didn't say anything useful at all.

The village chief could only shake his head as he listened.

"If there's really anything different, it's that it snowed heavily last night."

Seeing this, a villager casually said this.

When the village chief heard this, his eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes to look at the pigsty, on the thick snow, a series of chaotic footprints, deep deep, shallow and shallow, obviously stepped on by countless people and countless times.

The scene was destroyed.

He went up to the gate of the pigsty and stretched his neck to look into the pigsty.

Seeing this, Mrs. Qian also hurriedly followed, and also stretched her neck to look in like the village chief.

Even the villagers on the side followed.

There are several rows of footprints in the pigsty that are still very clear, and they look like they were left by the same person, obviously very fresh, and they should have been left not long ago.

He glanced at Mrs. Qian next to him, stretched out his finger and pointed at those footprints, "Who are those footprints?" ”

Mrs. Qian looked in the direction pointed by the village chief, "My family is thirty percent." ”

There's only one man's footprint.

The village chief carefully scanned the situation in the pigsty.

There is a grass shed in the direction of the pig's nest, and only dry straw can be seen on the ground, which should be where the pigs sleep.

Out of the range of the pig's nest and grass shed, the open part is covered with thick snowflakes, except for the footprints left by the three percent of the rows of money, the other places have not been destroyed.

In other words, the time when Mrs. Qian's pig disappeared must have been before the heavy snow last night, at least when the snow on the ground was not so thick.

It is also possible that the front left a mark, and the back was covered by the snow that continued to fall.

After all, the snowflakes are still falling.

Mrs. Qian couldn't get any useful clues here, so the village chief had to call the villagers to work in groups, and the whole village looked for them in a team of three.

"It is impossible for such a big pig to disappear out of thin air, we should pay more attention to the surrounding environment and details, whether there are footprints, wheel prints, pig manure is also a clue, we should pay special attention to the village entrance, intersection ......"

While arranging for the villagers to search the village, the village chief shouted the key points at the top of his voice, and when Qian Dacheng and his wife rushed over, they were just in time for the last wave of grouping.

Qian Hao also woke up at this time, this time he was still hungry, but the air in the room was obviously covered with ice ballast, and it was very cold, he nested in the quilt and didn't want to get up at all.

His old cotton jacket was still worn by Qian Jun before, not to mention the patch, the cotton inside had already formed a lump, and it was okay to wear it when it was sunny, if it was rainy, it would be like freezing to death.

Therefore, as soon as Qian Hao woke up today and felt the obvious coldness of the air, he didn't want to get up at all, although the bed was not necessarily very warm, but it was better to roll the quilt on his body, like a silkworm chrysalis, than to wear an old cotton jacket that could freeze to death.

It's just that he was hungry in the middle of the night last night, and now even if he wraps himself in a silkworm chrysalis, his stomach is still so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back, and the whole person is so soft that he can't lift his strength.

Even he felt it himself, a feeling of dying of hunger.

He had to get up from the bed, put on the old cotton jacket that could freeze people to death, and the cold air was even more unceremoniously drilled into the hem of his clothes, he couldn't help but shiver, shrunk his neck, and walked to the kitchen with his shoes on.

The yard is all snow-white, and there are still snowflakes outside, which are fluttering one after another, and I feel cold when I look at it.

Qian Hao glanced at the snow on the ground, and couldn't help but tighten the clothes on his body again.

Before he could reach the kitchen, he smelled a burst of fragrance from rice porridge, and Qian Hao's stomach immediately gurgled reflexively.

Feeling that his stomach seemed to be hungrier, he hurried to the kitchen.

The porridge in the pot is bubbling, gurgling, and the rice grains are almost ready to be eaten when they bloom.

Qian Hao stared at the porridge tumbling in the pot, his eyes were about to look straight.

When Qian Jun saw him like this, how could he not know that Qian Hao was hungry.

In fact, it's not just that Qian Hao is hungry, Qian Jun is also so hungry that his chest is close to his back, and he went to the village to grind rice early in the morning, and now he smells the porridge wafting out of the nest, and he almost drools.

But the porridge hasn't been cooked yet.

He thought for a while, took out a bowl from the cupboard, put half a bowl of sticky rice soup in the pot, and brought it to the dining table with a smile, "Xiao Hao, you drink half a bowl of rice soup to cushion your stomach first, and then wait for a while for porridge to eat." ”

Qian Hao was already so hungry that his legs and stomach were trembling, and it was good to have half a bowl of fragrant and hot rice soup to drink, and he couldn't care if the rice soup was hot or not, so he blew a few mouthfuls in his mouth and drank it directly.

Qian Hao drank several sips in a row, and only then did he feel less uncomfortable in his stomach, and he was relieved.

Qian Jun added another half scoop of water to the pot, and asked Qian Hao on the side: "Xiao Hao, when you just came out, did you see the big girl getting up?" ”

Qian Hao poured another mouthful of hot rice soup before he raised his head from the bowl with satisfaction, "The door is still closed, I should still be sleeping." ”

At this time, Wang Jiao happened to have walked to the kitchen door and stretched out her hand to push open the half-covered kitchen door.

"I'm up, it's snowing so hard outside, and the yard is white."

The ridges of greens were also buried in the snow, and the leaves of the vegetables were not visible at all.