A day has passed since a dream, and the calf is unaware. It was already morning, and the door of the cowpen house creaked open, and the calf turned his neck, and saw that it was the master Hu Qian, who was holding a bowl in one hand and a basin in the other, not knowing what to do. It stood up vigilantly and walked towards the barn, unable to walk, with a wall in front of it.

Hu Qian put down the guy in his hand, immediately grabbed the fur on its neck, and used some force, the calf could not twist, simply did not move, but found that the owner was very kind to it, let go of his fingers, stroked its head, and then stroked its tender lips, it did not move, and saw what Hu Qian was going to do. He was moving the basin closer with his feet, and there was a white liquid inside, and he picked up another bowl, scooped the white liquid from the basin, and tentatively approached his lips.

The calf closed his lips and stared at the bowl in confusion. Hu Qian lifted the chin of the calf, made its whole head look in admiration, and arched its mouth with two fingers, and then slowly poured the white liquid in the bowl into its mouth.

The calf was so frightened that it wanted to vomit, even though it tasted good. This reaction of the calves caused a third of the poured white liquid to spill out.

Hu Qian frowned and said: No wonder people say that animals are stupid, and they refuse to eat such a good soy milk to replenish their bodies, which is really the fate of gnawing grass.

Hu Qian was a little angry, and with a strong hand, the calf's neck was raised high, it was uncomfortable, and its four calves stomped straight, and Hu Qian took the opportunity to pour the soybean milk in the basin into its mouth bowl by bowl, and the bones flowed into its throat. At this time, there was little soy milk squirted, but the lips of the calf and the fingers in front of the beard were as wet and white as lime.

A week later, the calf did not eat soy milk again, but went to the mountains to graze grass. It's no wonder that Hu Qian's second son saw Hu Qian grinding soy milk for the calves to drink every day, so he said Dad, I want to eat beans. When he called like this, he took a head, and the boss also shouted. Hu Qian thought that the child's mother was not around, and he was pitiful, so he agreed to fry the beans and they ate them. But the soybeans at home are all grown by themselves, and the quantity is limited, and now only a dustpan remains. He took half of it and fried it and gave it to the child; The other half wants to keep it for grinding soy milk for the calves.

But within a few days, the children finished the fried soybeans and stared at the little soybeans that were left. The boss instigated the third child, hugged Hu Qian's thigh, and said Dad, I want to eat Doudou, Doudou is delicious.

Hu Qian was soft-hearted, and bowed to pick up the third child: Baby, I'll fry soybeans for you. But there are not many soybeans, and it is not enough to grind soy milk for calves. According to what the boss taught him, the third child said that now the calf has grown teeth and can eat grass, and it is a waste to grind soy milk to eat it.

It's not a waste or a waste, and there are not many soybeans at home that don't grind soy milk. Okay, just fry the little soybeans you have for your brothers!

After a while, the room was filled with the aroma of fried soybeans, the stove was very hot, and the hearts of the three children were also hot; After a while, they chewed on the soybeans and ate them to the fullest.

At dusk, before the sun set, the crimson afterglow stretched the shadow of the calf very long, and also the shadow of Hu in front of the house very long. The calf circled around Hu Qian, and he understood that it wanted to eat the delicious soy milk, but after circling around him for a long time, Hu Qian did not take out the soy milk, so he went to the side of the house and gnawed on the green stems and leaves that grew on it.

Hu Qian is a temperamental, even for animals, he went to other people's houses in the village that night to borrow soybeans, but did not borrow them, they all said that the old soybeans are gone, and they have to wait for the new soybeans to be harvested. This sounds like nonsense in front of Hu, his family has a soybean field, and the soybeans are still tender. When he got home, he felt a little distracted, so he went to the pen to pet the calf, which was already sleeping on the ground, and the calf was very well-behaved, and he came out of the slaughter in the morning and knew about the pen in the evening. Hu Qian stroked it and felt that it was a big shelf, but it was very thin and obviously malnourished.

A few days later, the calves were grazing on the hills, and the grass was green, but there was no wheat in the fields, so how could the cattle be grazed? Don't the farmers expect a golden harvest when they plant wheat? But now there is a special one, there is a wheat field outside the reservoir dam, the village decided to build a channel, to abolish it, this verdant wheat seedlings can not be used for firewood, cattle are also very good, can provide a few fragrant meals for the cattle. Hu Qian naturally thought of his calf, so he went to the mountain to bring the grazing calf down the mountain, and drove to the wheat field, which was full of verdant wheat seedlings, one by one, with a large handful of tongues around it, and it was very fragrant. But the calves are always a little unaccustomed, even a little timid. I remember a few days ago a big yellow cow walked to the edge of the wheat field, and as soon as the tongue stretched out to eat a mouthful of wheat seedlings, it was beaten by the cow baby with a bamboo whip, and it turned around and walked away, what is going on now? It couldn't figure it out, but when he looked at the wheat field, there were also people and oxen, and the cattle were all happily eating the wheat seedlings, and no one whipped them anymore, and the suspicious calves were puzzled. When he saw that he had no ill will towards it, he smiled and ate the wheat sprouts with confidence.

After a while, the master was gone, and the calf was still greedily eating the stems and leaves of the wheat seedlings. The sun shone on it, the warm light intertwined with it, it felt quite comfortable, and inadvertently, a crow's cry passed in its ears; The calf was still eating the stems and leaves, chewing carefully, and its lips were covered with bitter spittle.

At this moment, the sun darkened, the dark clouds slowly covered the sky, and the call of an owl could be heard in the distant woods. It was getting late, and the calves that had eaten Mai Miao'er all day felt unwell in their stomachs, so they stopped eating. It stumbled uncomfortably to the field in front of its master's house.

Hu Qian found that it had a bulging belly, as if a round watermelon was stuffed on the left and right sides under its back. When Hu Qian approached the calf, it was already unsteady on its feet, and it actually fell to the ground, its body convulsing in a painful rhythm, and its mouth was purring and spitting out white saliva from its mouth.

Hu Qian was in a hurry, and he couldn't help it. This symptom is clear at a glance, the calf has eaten too much wheat grass, and the grass is swollen, and if it is not done well, it will die. Hu Qian regretted that he should not have shouted the calf out of the mountains and forests to eat wheat grass, and now its life is not guaranteed.

At this time, he wanted to go to the veterinarian outside the mountain, but he thought that he still had a cow on the mountain, and it was safe to find it back.

Throwing away the young calf with green grass, Hu Qian got up and walked in the direction of the back mountain, which was shrouded in twilight, and the cattle grazed in the dense forest of the back mountain in the morning. At this time, he went into the mountains to search, but there was no sign of the scalper. He traversed the mountain range at an altitude of several hundred meters and ran a five-kilometer mountain road to the end of the mountain, which was connected by a field full of crops and a village house in the distance. An old man with a hoe was walking around on Qianmo, and Hu Qian guessed that he was engaged in field management, so he stepped forward to ask: Old man, can you see my cattle? The old man was stunned for a moment, frowned, and then said in that somewhat sobbing voice: At noon, a ox ran down from the mountain and went straight to the rice to eat the seedlings. I was looking at the water, and when I found it, I grabbed it, untied the rope that was attached to its horns, and tied it to a wild tree, but no one came to claim it. In the afternoon, I took it back to the village and tied it to a willow branch in front of the pond, and I don't know if it was your cattle.

I'm going to check it out. Hu Qian followed the old man to the village, and saw the ox under the willow tree in front of the village from a distance. Hu Qian thanked the old man for his kindness, and the old man let him take the scalper. But when he went around to the door of his house, he led the ox into the pen and tied it, and when he came out again, he saw that the calf lying on the ground was dead, and his body was as stiff as a brick, and it was a mess and a sorrow.