At this time, Xiao Huang let go of the forelimbs holding Rhubarb, and didn't bother to listen to what it said, just lay down. Yes, Xiao Huang's lower body fur has been wet, the sub-G calyx is cracked, flushed and exudes a light blue heat, and a bare guy emerges from the inside, this is their baby, the eyes have not yet opened, and the vellus hair on the body is also wet, it is wriggling, stunned, and is at the beginning of Hongmeng. Then, a little guy appeared in Xiao Huang's sub-G, which was about the same as the previous one, only the size of a carrot, what was the difference? Rhubarb noticed that it was only females and the previous one was male.

After a while, Huang gave birth to four little ones one after the other, and with a long sigh of relief, he lay on his side in the nest, and two rows of pink tits appeared on his belly, ready to feed the six babies. Xiao Huang hugged them one by one with her forelimbs, slowly licking the blood and moisture on them. The blood and moisture brought out of the mother's womb are now dissolved in Xiao Huang - the caress of the mother of these babies, and the father's rhubarb saw that these newborn babies are not very good at milking, so he thought of letting his wife Xiao Huang eat enough and eat well, so as to send more milk to feed them, and continue the vocation of the weasel seedling, which is not imposed, it is natural, and it does not slack off to drag a few pheasants that have been stored in another small hole to his wife, who is still weak in childbirth, and cannot fully enjoy it. Rhubarb tore the pheasant apart, brought pieces of bloody meat to his wife's lips, and then rolled the soft and gaudy pheasant feathers into the nest piece by piece, making the children feel warmer and more comfortable.

Two or three hours later, the six little weasels were all scrambling to crouch on their mother's belly to feed; On the third day, not only did they open their dark eyes, but their fur also grew smooth and more elastic. The couple called the first born weasel the eldest the eldest and the second the second weasel in turn, and the third to the sixth of course. These days, rhubarb always goes out quietly and comes back quietly, sometimes to surprise everyone, especially at night, when it comes back to the cave, either dragging in a chicken or a duck, and the couple has a good meal. Half a month later, the baby teeth of the six children grew hard, Xiao Huang chewed the poultry meat, and patiently fed them in turn, slowly Xiao Huang no longer gave milk, and the children were not satisfied with the only milk, but were very fond of eating animal meat.

One night, Rhubarb was going to teach his children to hunt, for safety, it jumped out of the hole alone to inspect the situation, for some reason, it went out for an hour, has not returned, Xiao Huang was very anxious, sprinkled on the mouth of the cave of the moonlight gray yellow, bleak, how it hoped that Rhubarb would drag back a pheasant or something, give the children a good meal, but no, it didn't know whether to take the children out of the hole, or return to the cave, was hesitating, there was a faint shout of hunting in the distance, Xiao Huang's heart "poof" jumped, it was afraid of rhubarb- Something happened to the children's dad. But now it can't be reckless, it calms down and returns to the depths of the cave, the eldest and the second stay at the entrance of the cave, and the four little ones are dependent, and they all turn around and follow their mothers. After walking a few meters away, Xiao Huang found that the eldest and second child did not come, and they were afraid of danger, so he went back and asked them to follow and hide, saying that there was danger outside, so they turned around and sneaked into the cave. Yellow told the children to hide in the cave and not move, and he wanted to go out to find the children's father, and when the time came, he would try to get some food and come back to share it with the children.

Xiao Huang quietly went out of the cave, saw a cluster of torches lit up in the manor, moved towards this side, there was a crowd of people, it had some palpitations, like last time, it jumped over a few ridges, climbed the ancient maple tree, curled up in the cave of the branch, only half of its head poked out, very anxiously looking at the closer and closer flow of people, just by the shaking firelight, it saw a series of shotguns on the hunter's back, some on the shoulder, as if still hanging prey, heavy. This posture does not look like a continuation of the hunt, but clearly exaggerates the joyful atmosphere of winning the hunt. The hunting party was near, and the voice of a man made it particularly sensitive - this big weasel had the courage to pull a rooster out of the cage, and I caught up with it, and it didn't let go, but I didn't shoot, so I smashed it half dead with the butt of a gun, and now it is still alive hanging on the handle of the gun.

Little Yellow couldn't wait to jump off the treetops to see if the big weasel that was smashed was her husband. When it was looking up, a hound that had been circling under the maple tree suddenly raised its head and barked, Xiao Huang saw that the hound's green eyes burst out of the fierce luster was terrified, it turned its head, and went into the cave, and its ears seemed to sound the explosion of a shotgun shooting, just like the last time, it was frightened, and accelerated to flee to the depths of the cave, but it was uneasy, not only worried about her unpredictable husband, but also worried about whether her six children had climbed out of the hole.

At the entrance of the cave, it was a different situation, the eldest and second crawled out, and because they didn't see their mother, they crawled back to the entrance of the cave a little timidly. Here, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth children also climbed out of the cave and did not return. At this time, a hunting dog "swished" out and bit to death the 4 weasels who didn't know what was going on because they were young. Then the hunter also came, raised the torch and took a photo, and when he saw that the four weasels were too small, he did not count the fruits of the victory that the hound had fought for, and then he shook his eyes again, and found that there were still weasels in the cave, so he picked up his shotgun and pulled the trigger, and after the bullet burst, there was a deathly silence.

The hound snorted a few times, approached the burrow, stretched out his head tentatively, and bit out a weasel that had just died, and when the hunter saw that it was still small, he said to the other hunters who were already near: The great weasel has run away, and has only killed its son.

The child's mother, Xiao Huang, lay in the deep and dark nest, her heart was still beating "poof", and began to worry about Rhubarb, her husband, and suspected that he might have fallen into the hands of the hunters, and now she was worried that something would happen to the ignorant children, and she was ready to look for the children along the original tunnel, and there was a stone hanging in her heart, if the children who crawled out of the cave saw the hunters coming, and did not quickly return to the cave to escape, it would be over. As he turned around, he heard a rustling sound, which was the footsteps of a little weasel, and he was a little happy to distinguish it, thinking that all six children had returned safely. But it watched for a long time, and only one child crawled under its navel, and that was the second child. The second child's palpitations did not disappear, and he lay alone in his arms, not sipping his milk as usual, but opening his forelimbs to hug his mother's belly and not moving.

The mother anxiously asked the second child why you were the only one who came back, and she cried about the misfortune of the other five siblings who were killed by hounds and hunters. Xiao Huang sighed, sleepless all night, tossing and turning in the cave, and at dawn, it let the second child fall asleep in the cave, and quietly went out to look for Rhubarb, hoping that Rhubarb did not die in the hands of the hunter, and luckily thought that the big weasel on the hunter's shotgun was not its husband, if not, then why didn't Rhubarb go home?