After Mu Chen saw that everyone had eaten well, he began to chat, and asked Lao Wang, "Brother Wang, why didn't the villagers let you take us into the mountains this morning?

"Alas," said Lao Wang with a sigh, "it is a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes." ”

"Tiger?" everyone gathered around with interest.

Lao Wang nodded heavily, recalling what happened two years ago.

The old Wang family has lived in this ancient village for generations and lives by hunting. Twenty years ago, Wang's grandfather returned from hunting in the mountains and brought back a baby tiger.

Xiao Wang, who was only ten years old, saw that this little tiger looked cute, different from the one that his grandfather had called back before, so he looked curiously at the little tiger trapped in the net, and asked, "Grandpa, what kind of tiger is this?"

"This is a white tiger cub, this is a rare one, you can make a lot of money by selling it, hahaha!" Grandpa looked at the little white tiger excitedly and laughed.

"I'll go down tomorrow to the buyer, and I'll keep an eye on it tonight, but don't let it go." ”

The little white tiger struggled incessantly in the thick rope net, and the wounds on his legs were getting deeper and deeper by the traps. Blood kept flowing.

Xiao Wang took pity on the little guy and wanted to help him take out the trap. But as soon as Xiao Wang's hand approached, the little white tiger bared his teeth and roared at Xiao Wang, preventing him from approaching.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to help you. ”

As soon as Xiao Wang finished speaking, the white tiger actually quieted down, lying on the ground and looking at Xiao Wang with big eyes.

Xiao Wang stretched out his hand again, took off the trap very smoothly, and then turned around and went back to the house to get some medicine and gauze, and bandaged the little white tiger's wound.

The little white tiger behaved very well-behaved during the whole process, and Xiao Wang gently stroked the white tiger's head: "You are quite spiritual, you can understand me." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Wang finished speaking, the white tiger nodded lightly as if he understood.

Xiao Wang saw that the white tiger was cute, and he felt sorry for its inconvenience in the net because it was injured, so he released it and tied it to the door of his house.

The winter night was very cold, and Xiao Wang's grandfather lit the fire in the house, gently patting the back of his grandson, who was dependent on each other, to coax Xiao Wang to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the little prince and grandson were woken up by the roar, and saw that the house was full of smoke, and the white tiger by the door was frantically screaming at the grandfather and grandson, looking very anxious.

Grandpa ran out of the house with Xiao Wang in his arms, and Baihu also ran out.

The grandfather and grandson took a big breath of fresh air, Xiao Wang looked into the room, only to find that he had forgotten to open the window, if it wasn't for the white tiger to wake him up and his grandfather, their grandfather and grandson would have been smoked to death by charcoal fire tonight.

"Grandpa, it was the little white tiger who saved us, let's not sell it, okay?" Xiao Wang begged his grandfather.

At this time, the little white tiger walked to the feet of the grandfather and grandson, and fell down obediently, looking at Grandpa Wang pitifully with two round eyes.

Grandpa tentatively slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the white tiger's head, and when he saw that the little tiger did not resist at all, he gently rubbed its head.

Xiao Wang saw that his grandfather liked the white tiger, and hurriedly continued to beg: "Grandpa, we can raise the little tiger, and when it grows up, we can take care of the family or go up to the mountains to hunt with us!"

Grandpa Xiao Wang couldn't stand Xiao Wang's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally nodded and agreed that Xiaohu stayed.

"Yes, great, would you like to stay and be my good friend?" Xiao Wang asked happily.

The little white tiger walked up to Xiao Wang and gently rubbed Xiao Wang's leg with his head, which was very cute.

From that day on, the little white tiger became another family member of the grandfather and grandson who depended on each other.

When Xiao Wang and his grandfather went up the mountain to hunt, the little white tiger walked in front to open the way for his grandson. When he found his prey, he immediately lay down, staring straight in the direction of the prey with his two eyes, and pounced as soon as he slipped out.

Because of Xiaohu's help, in the past two years, Xiao Wang's family has hunted more prey than ever before, and has made more money. It's just that the little tiger has two rules when hunting: the cubs are not caught, and no more than three prey are held a day.

In the eyes of the grandfather and grandson, Xiaohu is really a spiritual creature given to them by God. Grandpa pampered Xiaohu as his grandson, and Xiao Wang regarded Xiaohu as his younger brother and ate and slept with him every day.

One day, Xiao Wang was happily playing with Xiaohu in the newly bought clothes.

A group of villagers ran towards Xiao Wang's house with a shouting momentum.

Xiaohu immediately sensed that the comer was not good, and stood in front of Xiao Wang, glaring at these villagers.

"That's what the tiger did! That's it! That's it!"

"Xiao Wang, where is your grandfather? We need to ask for an explanation, call him out quickly. ”

"Yes, come out quickly!

The villagers were separated from Xiao Wang at a certain distance, shouting with their teeth and claws, and looking at Xiaohu's eyes with hatred. Of course, the two-year-old tiger has grown to be about the size of an adult tiger, and although the villagers are excited, they dare not rush forward when they stand in the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wang's grandfather was taking a nap, but was woken up by the villagers and asked unhappily.

"What's the matter?" said a stout man from the village, "several chickens and ducks in our village have been mysteriously lost these days, until this morning, we found a chicken that had been bitten and bloodied. Don't you know which dog did it?"

After the man finished speaking, his vicious eyes fell on the little white tiger.

"It can't be Xiaohu, it's with me every day, it can't be it!" Xiao Wang angrily rushed to the man to defend the little white tiger.

"Grandson," the grandfather called out to the angry grandson and pulled him to his side.

"You said it's my little tiger, but what evidence do you have?" said Grandpa calmly.

Although Xiao Wang's grandfather is a hunter, he is usually very polite to people, and if the villagers have any difficulties, his grandfather will help them as much as possible. If the villagers wanted to buy the wild things they brought back from the mountains, they were all given to them cheaply. Grandpa is also quite prestigious in the village.

But now a group of villagers don't tell the evidence, and they come to grandpa's house indiscriminately to question, Xiao Wang sees that grandpa puts his fist-clenched hand behind his back, and every time grandpa is angry, he will do this. Xiao Wang knew that his grandfather was now trying his best to restrain his anger.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't this tiger?"

"That's it, that's it!"

The middle-aged man said again: "Uncle Wang, even if it wasn't done by the little tiger you raised, it is a tiger after all, if you stay in the village all the time, the bigger he grows, it will always be harmful to our village." ”

"Hmph, my little tiger is very well-behaved, since you can't come up with evidence to prove that the dead poultry was killed by the little tiger, then you better go back. ”

Grandpa couldn't help but give an eviction order, clapped his hands at Xiaohu, and Xiaohu followed his grandfather into the room.

Xiao Wang closed the door of the house, ignoring the noise of the villagers outside. Xiao Wang and his grandfather stayed by the side of the little white tiger and comforted it.

"Grandpa, Xiaobai is well-behaved, and the villagers have wronged it. ”

"I know, it's just that the poultry is dying inexplicably, and I still have to figure out what happened. ”

"So, I'll be on duty in the village tonight. Grandpa said.

Xiao Wang heard that his grandfather was going to keep vigil for the villagers, and asked incomprehensibly: "Grandpa, the villagers don't believe in Xiaohu and don't believe us, why do you still want to help them?"

Grandpa looked at the pouting little Wang and smiled, gently stroked his hair and said: "Our village has existed for hundreds of years, counting up, the people in a village are all relatives!

"Besides, if we find the real murderer, won't our little white tiger clear up the grievances?"

"Yes, then I'll accompany my grandfather to the vigil. Xiao Wang understood his grandfather's intentions and excitedly clamored to accompany his grandfather.

As long as the real culprit who killed the poultry is caught, it depends on what the villagers say, and they must be asked to apologize to Xiaohu when the time comes.

At night, Xiao Wang went out with his grandfather, and in order to prevent the little tiger from startling the snake, he left it at home to watch the house.

Grandpa found a villager who had poultry and hid with his grandson behind a big tree not far away.

I hid behind a big tree for several hours, and it was already early in the morning, and there was no movement except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Xiao Wang couldn't control his eyelids that kept drooping, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep on his grandfather.

Grandpa gently took off his coat and put it on Xiao Wang, continuing to observe the surrounding situation attentively.

Grandpa didn't sleep all night, until the night gradually receded, and a light fell in the sky, and grandpa took the sleeping little Wang home.

When he got home, Xiaohu was sleeping on the ground. Seeing that Grandpa and Xiao Wang were back, he happily rubbed his grandfather's trouser legs, and wanted to whimper twice, but when he saw that Xiao Wang was asleep, he immediately quieted down.

Grandpa simply made breakfast and simmered his grandson's rice on the stove so that it wouldn't get cold. After Grandpa and Xiaohu ate, they lay down to rest.

"Is Brother Wang at home?"

Grandpa hadn't slept for an hour when there was a sharp knock on the door.

The knock on the door woke up the grandfather and grandson in the house, as well as a little white tiger.

Xiaohu stared through the door with bared teeth, and let out a low roar from his mouth.

"Xiaohu, don't be afraid. ”

Xiao Wang got out of bed, calmed Xiaohu, and opened the door.

"Grandpa, the village chief is here. ”

Seeing that it was the village chief who came, Xiao Wang shouted at the grandfather in the bedroom, and welcomed the village chief's uncle into the house.

"Oh, the village chief is here, what's the matter?" Grandpa got out of bed and walked to the living room with a piece of clothing.

The village chief stared at the white tiger with some fear next to the wall, moved in step by step, and sat on the chair.

"Ahem," the village chief cleared his throat and said, "Brother Wang, brother, I came early this morning to ask for an explanation for the villagers. ”

The village chief is a few years younger than Grandpa Wang, and although he said politely, his tone was full of blame.

Grandpa ignored the village chief, but turned to Xiao Wang and said, "Sun Sun, the rice is still on the stove, go eat quickly, take Xiaohu with you." ”

"Oh!" Xiao Wang pulled Xiaohu out and pretended to go in the direction of the kitchen, but in fact he came back and listened quietly by the door.

Xiao Wang is not stupid, the village chief knocked on the door like that, obviously for Xiaohu again.