Gai Laosan hesitated to stop the little hairball, and asked in a consultative tone: "I think the direction of this writing is better to change back, since ancient times, the writing is from top to bottom, from right to left, the same is true when bamboo slips were used in ancient times, the left hand pushed the bamboo slips to the right side one by one, and the right hand held the pen, since ancient times, this is probably not suitable to change, right?" ”

The little furball sneered, "Ignore it, if it ignores me, I will ignore it." This is Xiangyin Village," the little furball slapped his chest, "I have to listen to me, just write like this!" Besides, those are all old calendars, throw them away. You see how easy it is, and it's not easy to get dirty, so it's decided. After saying that, the little hairball swaggered away, leaving Gai Laosan talking to himself, "Why did you come out with the first year of the hairball, these are not in harmony with the etiquette, okay?" ”

The little furball didn't take two steps before it was blocked by the oncoming dumb tiger and the house finch, and the little furball smiled awkwardly at them, thinking, this is looking for me to settle accounts? Jia Qi'er looked calm and calm this time, smiled and patted the little furball on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, be calm, do you want to be calm?" I'm here to bring you great news, do you want to hear it? There was a seductive smile on her face.

Little Furball thought to herself, Huh! I can't run anymore, and I don't dare to listen to good news, "Say!" The little furball put on a nonchalant expression.

Jia Que smiled, thinking, okay, what I want is your expression, a small one, there is a kind of you who are still like this after listening to it, I will recognize you as a master. Thinking of this, the house sparrow told the good news.

"I've been busy with you since I got up this morning, and I want to help you inquire about the identity of this Hu Qiuqiu, how about it, I'm a friend enough, right? I flew to the edge of the eastern foothills, don't you say, I really caught one or two little ones who had just opened the spirit, and asked for some news. The dumb tiger next to him also leaned his head over and asked, "What's the matter, what has the king of Donglu been doing lately?" The little furball also came to his senses when he heard it, after all, this is related to his own life, and he can't help but be unconcerned.

The golden-eyed black feather eagle continued unhurriedly, "I heard that it disappeared again," and with that, the golden-eyed black feather eagle looked at the little furball with a smile and asked, "This is good news, right?" When the little furball heard it, okay, this is really good news, and he hugged his fist towards the golden-eyed black feather eagle, "Brother Xie is bothered." ”

The golden-eyed black feather eagle then said in a long voice: "But ........." The dumb tiger was an anxious man, and he slapped it on the back of the house sparrow, "Tell me quickly, what are you selling?" When the little furball heard this, he couldn't help but think about the bad thing, this dead quail must be holding back.

The golden-eyed black feather eagle no longer teased it, "I heard that the king of the eastern foothills said before he disappeared," Speaking of this, the house finch put on a proud and despised look at the world, as if it was the king of the eastern foothills, and then shouted fiercely at the little furball to learn the tone of the king of the eastern foothills: "If you let me know who stole my child, see that I don't slaughter its whole clan!" ”

As soon as the little hairball heard this, he fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, it's over, this time it's really finished, it looks like this Hu Qiuqiu is really the child of the king of Donglu, what should I do?

Seeing that the little furball was so panicked, she laughed and thought to herself, you little thing, let you wear small shoes for me and send me a boxed lunch, I didn't expect this retribution to come so quickly. The dumb tiger persuaded Xiao Maoqiu: "It's okay, even so, it's okay, isn't it gone, so it's safe recently, isn't it?" ”

Jia Qi'er didn't seem to think it was too enjoyable, and pretended to persuade Xiao Mao to actually block it: "This king of the eastern foot will disappear every once in a while, and the length of time each time he disappears varies, ranging from two or three months to three or five years.

However, I'll give you a good idea, if you can try to make this kid enlightened before the king of Donglu returns, and then send it back when the time comes, wouldn't it be better for the kid to explain it himself? Otherwise, you're going to have a hard time arguing. Don't worry, for the sake of our friendship, I really want to plead for you on that day, and strive to keep you a whole corpse, you see that I am enough friends, right? Hahahaha...... "The house finches laughed heartily.

Little furball, this is a bitter word, I am recruiting someone to provoke whom, why did I let this happen? This is really me sitting at home, and woe is from heaven! And this enlightenment is so fast, as short as two or three months, you think that I am a heavenly immortal, and I can make it enlighten with a raise of my hand. When the little furball was at a loss, not far away, the big tiger brother ran towards the little furball, shouting as he ran: "Fox girl, go and see, Hu Qiuqiu has an accident!" ”

Little Maoqiu heard this, it was like five thunderbolts, no, Hu Qiuqiu, you can't have anything! The little furball went crazy towards the big tiger brother, shouting as he ran, "Where is Hu Qiuqiu?" Take me there! Then he turned over and jumped on the little tiger, and the little tiger didn't say a word, but ran quickly towards the backyard, and found Hu Qiuqiu lying on the ground screaming in the corner.

When Hu Qiuqiu saw the figure of the little furball, he immediately stood up, shouted "Mom" with joy, pounced on him without dividing three seven twenty-one, swept Hu Qiuqiu in front of his left chest with his big tongue, and then opened his big mouth and sucked hard at Hu Qiuqiu's flat chest like a grassland.

The little hairball screamed "Mom", feeling that his chest was sucked and almost separated from his flesh and bones, and it hurt hotly. But Hu Qiuqiu found nothing in his mouth except for a few hairs, and now Hu Qiuqiu didn't dry up, he cried with teary eyes, his nose and tears flowed down his face, and he cried and shouted, "Mom!" Mom! Mom! ”

The little hairball endured the pain in his chest, and he couldn't beat or scold. It's called a depression in my heart, you make me hurt, you cry, I'm here, oops, where am I going to reason. The cry drew out the people in the cowshed opposite, and the little furball saw that it was the chief of the bodyguard. The Dumb Tiger and the House Sparrow also came from a distance.

The chief of the security guard saw that the little hairball's chest was red, and Hu Qiuqiu cried. The chief seemed to know something and covered his mouth and snickered, but the dumb tiger was a little puzzled, glanced at the little furball, and then turned back to ask the house finch behind him, "Black old eagle, have you seen what is going on?" Jia Qi'er shook her head suspiciously, "I haven't heard that this thunder lizard has a backlash against its master, I don't understand!" ”

The chief laughed for a while, and answered the questions of the two stupid melons: "I don't know what the old man who is fighting back or not," he pointed to Hu Qiuqiu, who was still crying, "But I guess this little guy should want to drink milk, why don't you let our little fox fairy hurry up and make a spell, so that this little guy can have a good time?" Speaking of this, the chief also deliberately looked at the red chest of the little furball.

The little furball hurriedly covered his chest with his hand and yelled, "Look at it again, be careful that you get the eye of the needle!" After listening to the joke of the chief just now, and then looking at the embarrassed appearance of the little furball, they suddenly realized the truth, and they both lay on the ground and laughed. For the first time in his life, Little Furball knew what it meant to be ashamed, and yelled weakly, "What are you happy about? I'm a pure and lovely fox, how can I give it milk. But Nahu Qiuqiu still didn't give up, and his crying became louder.

In the end, the chief security officer relieved the siege and said, "Okay, I won't tease you." Little fox fairy, come with me to this cowshed. After saying that, he asked the dumb tiger to quickly find a big basin from the kitchen, and the house finch stayed to take care of Hu Qiuqiu, who was still crying.

When the little furball came to the cowshed, he saw the calf that had just been born, and he looked not only thin, but also listless. After a while, the dumb tiger retrieved a small basin, and the chief pointed to the cow's tits, "Oh, little fox fairy, you take this basin and squeeze some milk, don't you have milk to drink from your Hu Qiuqiu?" ”

"Oh, well, self-reliance, abundant food and clothing." As he spoke, the little furball walked over, first put the basin under the cow, and then went to milk, but as soon as she milked it, the cow barked "moo, moo", and turned her head to glare at the thief who was stealing the milk.

Little Furball looked at the cow's angry big eyes, beat a drum in his heart, muttered to himself, and quickly waved his hand to the cow while greeting him in animal language, "Hi! Hello Mother Cow! I'll call you Little Furball, borrow some milk from you, and return to you twice. The Dumb Tiger poked his head in to look at the little furball, laughing and squeezing it, "Also?" What do you take back? As he spoke, his eyes moved down from the face of the little furball to his flat chest, "Do you have milk?" Hahaha! Little Furball glared angrily at the nasty guy and shouted, "Get out!" ”

Bombed away the troublesome stupid tiger, the little hairball hesitated whether to continue, how to squeeze this milk if it continued? The little furball looked at the chief who was standing not far away, and the chief saw the little furball's eyes asking for help, shook his head helplessly, and shrugged his shoulders again, which means that there is nothing he can do.

At this time, I heard Hu Qiuqiu's crying getting louder and louder, as well as the coaxing of the dumb tiger and the house sparrow, "You can't go in, the little obedient must be obedient, your mother will give you milk immediately......" The little furball was upset when he heard it, and yelled outside the cowshed, "Hu Qiuqiu, don't cry, if you cry again, your mother will ignore you." ”

Hu Qiuqiu's cry was quieter, but Xiao Maoqiu understood that he couldn't hesitate anymore, after all, Hu Qiuqiu didn't open his spirit, and his words could only be temporarily appeased, and if there was no milk to send over, it would definitely not work. In case Hu Qiuqiu was really hungry, thinking of the group of thunder lizards shooting at his thunder beads overwhelmingly, Xiao Maoqiu gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Hu Qiuqiu, you wait!" Mother, I'll send you milk. ”

The chief turned around and walked out, and said as he walked: "Little fox fairy, you get it first, to tell you the truth, this cow's milk is not much, you shouldn't be able to squeeze out much, I'll go and boil some porridge, if it's not enough, you can also use it to deal with it." ”

The head of the baby's words made the little furball's heart sink vigorously, and then look at the calf with its wilted head drooping, and understand. No, no, no matter what, I have to let my Hu Qiuqiu drink a sip of milk first, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to pass this level today.

But look at the cow in front of me in the "oil-poor area", and try to please and pray, but it doesn't even have a spirit, and it can't understand anything, how can it understand the little hairball's thoughts? Why don't you give it a massage first, come to a horse and kill a chicken or something, but look at its size, it is estimated that the milk is not going to be completed, and I will hang up first. Let's start with a partial one

The little hairball massaged the milk-producing area in a targeted manner, with gentle techniques and moderate strength, so comfortable that the cow squinted its eyes, flicked its tail leisurely, and hummed a moo, moo, moo song. Little Furball guesses that this should be about the same.