I walked from the hall to the back of the house, and then walked along the eaves to the cowshed.

Before I opened the wooden door of the cowshed, I knew something was wrong. For I did not hear the wheezing of the buffalo, nor the sound of the kicking and stomping. The buffalo is called a buffalo because it can't do without water, especially in the relatively hot summer and autumn. Unless it is allowed to cool down in the pond again and again, it will be honest, otherwise it will be restless.

The silence in the cowshed at this time is not a good omen.

When I opened the door of the cowshed, I saw a big hole in the wall on the side where the cow was bolted! The buffalo actually broke through the wall and escaped!

I hurriedly called out to Grandpa.

Grandpa ran over and was stunned for a moment. "What's wrong with this cow? Something must have spurred it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so fierce. ”

I asked, "Did you forget to feed it water in the morning?" "This season, it is necessary to give him a large bucket of cool water in the morning and a large bucket in the evening or take it to a nearby pond for swimming.

"No, I gave it water in the morning." Grandpa pointed to a corner and said.

There was a cracked plastic bucket where Grandpa was pointing. It seems that the grandfather carried water in the morning, and the buffalo broke the plastic bucket when he broke through the wall. It stands to reason that this buffalo personally selected by Grandpa could not have suddenly become so irritable.

"Something must have stimulated it." Grandpa said again.

I was about to ask what was stimulating it, but my grandfather raised his hand and counted it, and I swallowed it back. I looked at the broken wall and saw that the stake of the bolt was still there, but only half of the thin hemp rope hung from it, like a secret message to the owner of the lost property. But I don't know what that code represents.

Grandpa put away his hand and said to me, "Liang Zai, the buffalo has run away to the old river." ”

I sighed lightly and said, "No wonder, it was going to swim." ”

Grandpa looked at the hole, and a little listless sunlight from outside came in and fell on the messy straw. One of the things bad about this buffalo is that it eats half of the straw and scatters half of it, which makes the whole cowshed all over the barn. "It's not going to swim." Grandpa said.

"Not going for a swim?" I was stunned for a moment, "What would that be going for?" "Come to think of it, the old river is very shallow and fast in this season, which is not suitable for buffalo swimming to cool down. Not far from the entrance of the village, not far from the old river, there are several small ponds. It can't run to the other side of the old river.

Grandpa said, "The cow started to top the wall when the man came just now." I heard the sound and thought the cow was scratching against the wall. ”

"You mean, the buffalo ran out because of the guy just now?" I touched the back of my head.

"Let's go to Laohe and have a look." After Grandpa finished speaking, he leaned over and got out of the hole.

Because the cowshed is dim and dark all year round, the vision is not clear. At this time, although the wall has a hole, a little sunlight spills in. But when Grandpa bent himself out, he happened to block the light again, making the cowshed instantly dim. This gave me the illusion that my grandfather's back turned into a buffalo's back in an instant. It was as if I had seen with my own eyes how the buffalo had broken through the wall and slipped out of that gap.

I almost screamed, "Cow! Cattle! ”

I hurriedly covered my mouth. After my grandfather got out, I was stunned for a while.

Grandpa shouted from the side of the hole: "Liang Zai, you don't want to drill this, just come out of the main entrance." ”

I closed the door of the cowshed, circled the house, and came to my grandfather.

"You're a college student, you're the original showman, of course, it's better not to drill around." Grandpa quipped.

I'm a little embarrassed.

"Let's go." Grandpa waved his hand. The two of us walked together through the winding alleys, walked past the floors of several families, and walked along the open avenue at the head of the village for a few minutes before we came to the cement bridge of the old river.

We were just about to split up when we heard a long "moo-"

We followed the prestige, and the buffalo was under a willow tree not far ahead. It's craned its neck and barked at me and grandpa. But it doesn't come by itself, as if it was deliberately waiting for us to walk over.

"This naughty cow!" I laughed.

Grandpa smiled too.

Walking under the willow tree, the grandfather picked up the reins that were only half left, touched the horns of the ox, and complained: "You are really disobedient, you didn't say hello, and you ran here alone." It's easy to find us. "If you were someone else, you would get angry and beat the buffalo if you thought about it being rebuilt. Grandpa treated it like a child, and he just blamed him slightly.

The cow blinked, and was indeed docile as a child, and did not have the ferocity of pulling a cart from a plough field.

Grandpa tugged at the reins and said to me, "If your grandmother were still alive, she would have to beg for a beating." "Grandma's temper towards cattle is different from that of grandpa, although she often talks about how bitter the fate of cattle is, more than ten acres of paddy fields depend on it, and she has to do it twice a year. But if the cow is lazy and doesn't plough the field, or steals other people's unharvested rice, the grandmother will smoke it. In Grandma's words, if you don't teach it a lesson, it will be like that next time.

"Let's go back." Grandpa pulled the reins and patted the cow on the body.

But the buffalo turned its head and did not move.

Grandpa flicked the reins hard. Although the four feet of the ox are raised and lowered, they do not take a step forward.

"Huh? This is strange! Is the shade under this small tree better than the shade in the cowshed? Grandpa said to the cow, as if the cow could understand him.

"Moo-"

The ox let out another long roar, shook its head, and almost broke free from the reins in Grandpa's hand.

"Go, go, go......" I impatiently snapped a branch from the tree and twitched twice at the buffalo.

The buffalo finally walked around. But it did not go any further, but circled around the willow tree. There were many beads of sweat oozing from the cow's nose, which proved that it was too hot to leave, but it was so stubborn that it would not leave the tree.

Grandpa couldn't pull it, so he had to follow it in a circle.

I got angry and jerked it the buttocks. The buffalo suddenly opened its eyes in anger, snorted, and ran wildly on all fours. The reins were taken off from Grandpa's hands. It deliberately made a fuss, even if it ran wildly and did not run towards the village, but ran in the opposite direction.

Seeing that he couldn't control it, Grandpa shouted, "Wow-"

The buffalo was like a soldier hearing the general's order, and the four hooves that were running wildly were immediately retracted and stood honestly.

I secretly admired grandpa. Though every old farmer here called "Rise-" the ox or buffalo would stride; Let out a "wow-" and they will stop. But whether the ox still listens to these orders when it is mad depends entirely on the inexplicable connection between its owner and it.

"It's definitely going to tell us something." Grandpa looked at the buffalo that was stopping in the distance and said slowly.