The next morning, when it was dark, Ling Daren went out with the bamboo rat.
When Ling Yun woke up, he jumped out of bed and ran out the door, only to find that the bamboo rat was gone.
When he asked Da Wa why he didn't wake him up, Da Wa said that his father didn't allow him to wake up.
When he heard the news, he regretted it loudly. He originally wanted to go with him, but wanted to go to the teahouse to listen to a book, and took this opportunity to inquire about the news. He never thought that in the end he would be happy in vain.
Because his father went out on this trip to see if there was anyone hiring part-time workers in the town. If there were any, he might not be back until two or three days, so he didn't take him with him.
Although his father had forgiven his feelings, he was dejected and depressed because he didn't have to go to town.
These days were not busy days for farming. Ling Dashan saw that he was unhappy and had nothing to do, so he tinkered with a gadget for him - a small wooden bird.
When Ling Yun got a lifelike little wooden bird, he was extremely surprised. His grandfather's wood work was good, and his father had always been talking to him about it.
The toys I made for him in the past always felt like that, not as exaggerated as his father said. Maybe it was because those gadgets had little technical content.
Now when this little wooden bird was placed in front of him, he obviously couldn't help but believe it.
His grandfather's woodwork can be said to be lifelike and unique. No wonder people from all over the country like to find his grandfather to do woodwork.
"Grandpa, you did a great job!"
Although Ling Yun is an adult and is not very interested in such gadgets, he is really impressed by his grandfather's superb skills.
Moreover, even if he is not very interested, in order to avoid damaging his grandfather's confidence, he still has to show the happiness of a child.
"As long as you like it, I'll do it for you again if you like it."
Ling Dashan looked at his grandson's smiling face and said fondly.
"No, no, my grandson already has a lot of toys..."
Hearing that he still wanted to do something, Ling Yun quickly refused, fearing that he would take action if he disagreed.
Ling Dashan liked to tinker with little gadgets for him from time to time, and he couldn't say he didn't like it.
If he shows that he likes it too much, his grandfather will have to spend a lot of time busy, which is not worth the gain. After all, these gadgets are useless to him as an adult.
Patting his head, he remembered that his grandfather's craftsmanship was so exquisite, it would be a waste if he didn't make good use of it.
Why not make something and sell it in the town or county. If they are not careful, they will become rich.
The life of a nouveau riche is tempting when you think about it.
What should he do? Ling Yun couldn't think of it for a while. He couldn't just mess around based on his personal hobbies.
Only by combining actual demand can sales be achieved, otherwise the things made by his grandfather will not be sold based on personal preferences alone, which is a waste of wood and time.
Ling Yun realized that he had no potential to be a businessman. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything.
He hated that he did not study history in his previous life and did not know what the ancients needed, so he sat in the courtyard in a daze.
"Brother, can you let me play with this for a while?"
The five children kept circling around him, carefully pointing at the little bird that their grandfather had just made for him.
The little boy hugged his short legs, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the delicate little wooden bird, and he wanted to pick him up and run away.
If she hadn't been taught since she was a child that she shouldn't take his brother's things without his consent, she would probably have started playing with it by now, right?
Ling Yun turned around and saw that she was doing well today, with no runny nose and no muddy dirt on her face.
He pulled her over, pointed at his face and said arrogantly: "Hey, kiss brother, and he will play with you."
"mua."
The little one couldn't wait to peck him on the face, then held the little bird in his arms, smiling like a fool.
Ling Yun looked at her silly look, she was so cute, and couldn't help but pinch her face.
The third baby on the side saw that the fifth baby was playing, so he ran over and took her hand and said coquettishly: "Sister, sister, I want to play too, please play with me for a while, I want to play..."
The fifth baby was having fun at this time, whining and cheering, having so much fun that he turned a deaf ear to the third baby's begging.
Seeing that the fifth baby ignored him, he curled his lips, stood up, snatched the little wooden bird away, and then started running in the yard.
When Wu Wa saw that the bird in her hand was snatched away, she immediately chased after him, cursing as he chased her: "Third Sister, you are bad, Third Sister, you are bad, please give me back my little wooden bird."
Seeing the fifth baby chasing after him, the third baby with the bird in his hand ran faster, turning back from time to time and sticking out his tongue to challenge her.
The five children couldn't catch each other, chased but couldn't catch up, and were so anxious that they stamped their feet and cried bitterly behind.
Feeling aggrieved, she ran to Ling Yun, took his hand and pointed at the third baby and said: "Brother, the third sister is evil. She robs my little wooden bird and doesn't let the fifth baby play."
Ling Yun wiped her tears, "Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry again, you'll look like a cat, and your dirty brother won't like you!"
Upon hearing this, the eldest child stopped crying immediately, fearing that Ling Yun was serious, "Brother, sister, stop crying."
Even though she is young, she is also very sensitive!
She vaguely remembered that when she was two years old, she asked Ling Yun to hold her because she had a runny nose. Ling Yun saw her dirty look and directly gave her to the eldest child.
Once or twice, she knew that her brother liked her to be clean. From then on, every time she asked him to hug her, she scrubbed herself very clean, for fear that he would dislike her.
When the third baby saw the fifth baby crying and complaining to Ling Yun, she was afraid that Ling Yun would be angry, so she ran over angrily and reluctantly returned the little wooden bird to her.
"Now, give it back to you." The third baby handed the little wooden bird to the fifth baby.
"Hmph..." Wu Wa pouted and turned his head to the side angrily, ignoring her.
"Brother, I was just joking with Wu Wa, but I didn't expect her to be so careless."
Seeing Wu Wa ignoring her, she had no choice but to explain and ask Ling Yun for help.
"Hey, Third Sister, I'll give it back to you." Ling Yun took the little bird and handed it to Wu Wa again.
The fifth baby reluctantly took the bird, and instead of playing happily like before, she secretly glanced at the third baby.
Realizing that Sanwa already knew that he was wrong, he handed the bird back to Sanwa and said, "Here, here it is for you to play with."
"No, sister, let's play." The latter pushed the bird back to her.
After pushing and pushing for a long time, the five children burst into tears and laughed.
After a while, the two suddenly reconciled and had a great time playing together.
Ling Yun on the side looked at the happy enemies and shook his head helplessly.
Their daily routine consists of crying, making trouble, and laughing...
Seeming a little silly, Ling Yun thought to himself: Maybe this is the happy time of childhood!
At that time, he was enjoying the shade under a tree not far from the door. He was surprised to find his father walking back carrying a chicken coop, which obviously contained the bamboo rats he caught yesterday.
He secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that the bamboo rats were not sold? Thinking of this, the clouds and fog that had covered most of the day suddenly dissipated, and he felt happy.
"Dad, are you back?" He said with excitement, and his trembling hands were about to reach into the chicken coop.
"What are you doing?" Unexpectedly, before his hand could be reached, his father threw his hand away and scolded him sternly.
"Dad, I'm just checking to see if the bamboo rat is still alive." Ling Yun swallowed his saliva, looked at the bamboo rat's eyes and said with a smile.
"Don't even think about this bamboo rat. If it weren't for it this time, I would have wanted to work as a part-time worker. Who would have thought..." Ling Daren saw his little thoughts and immediately stopped his thoughts.
"Dad, it can't be sold anyway, and our family doesn't have any extra food to feed it. What if..." Ling Yun rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said with a smile.
"Who told you it couldn't be sold?" Ling Daren said in a deep voice, leaving him speechless.
"Then, dad, why did you bring it back?" Ling Yun continued to ask with a little calculation in mind, wanting to know what was going on and whether there was any hope of eating some meat tonight.
"Little bastard, you can't win over this Bamboo Rat's idea!" Ling Daren looked at him with drooling eyes, smiled instead of getting angry, and played off his words.
Before he could react, he added, "But you're lucky, kid."
After saying that, I ignored him and walked straight home. He stayed there for a while with a confused look on his face, and then followed him through the door.
"Dad, why did you bring the Bamboo Root Rat back? Could it be that it can't be sold?"
When I saw my husband coming back, I wanted to say hello, but I found that the bamboo rat that I had brought to the market this morning had been brought back again, and I was puzzled.
Ling Daren pretended to be profound and shook his head.
Seeing her husband teasing her again just like yesterday, she was fascinated by what happened yesterday and was deceived by his sweet words.
Then she was taught a lesson by her mother-in-law. She was so ashamed that she became angry immediately. She gritted her teeth and said every word through her teeth: "Are you going to say it or not?"
Seeing that Yang was already angry, Ling Daren felt baffled, but he did not dare to touch Yang's anger.
He immediately explained: "I went to the market early today and took this bamboo rat to a chicken stall to sell. At first, someone else offered five cents per catty, but I thought it was too low, so I didn't agree."
"After a while, an old man came over and offered to pay twenty cents per pound. I was so excited that I nodded in agreement. Unexpectedly, as soon as the man caught the bamboo rat, his face changed drastically and he changed his mind and said he wouldn't buy it."
"I suddenly became anxious and argued with him, asking him how he could go back on his word. Unexpectedly, the man smiled faintly and explained that the bamboo rat was pregnant, and his original intention was to use the bamboo rat for experiments, fearing that an accident would occur.
Killing innocently."
"After the old man left, I thought about it. If I sold this bamboo rat, it would probably be slaughtered by others, which would only increase the number of killings. It would be fine if I didn't know she was pregnant, but since I knew it, I really couldn't bear to do it, so I took it away again.
After it came back, I planned to wait until it gave birth to pups before making other plans."
Ling Daren finished explaining the cause and effect in one breath, and his mouth was dry. Upon seeing this, Mrs. Yang brought a bowl of water and handed it to him.
"Thank you, madam!" Ling Daren thanked her in a flattering manner and drank all the water in the bowl.
"Why!"
When Ling Yun learned the result, it was like a bolt from the blue. His desire to eat meat was suddenly extinguished, and he became discouraged.
Sighing heavily, he walked out listlessly like a zombie, returning to the place where he was depressed just now and continued to feel depressed.
Yang was puzzled as to what had happened to her precious son. She raised her head and looked at Ling Daren: "What's wrong with Silang? Why is he so downcast? Could it be that he has encountered something troublesome?"
"How can a little person have any troubles? He's just pretending to be serious."