Claude walked slowly on the mountain road with a matchlock gun on his back. Three rabbits and five pheasants were hung on the gun. These were the harvest of the serial traps left in the past few days. In the past five days, Claude and him
The three partners left nearly a hundred traps in this mound and mountain forest area. If they were not only set up in five places, it would not be so easy for Claude to remove these traps.
A few days ago, Claude and his friends set up traps, always shooting at different places. The places they chose were grass nests and bushes in the mountains and forests under the mounds. Each time they laid traps, they were numbered.
From ten to nearly a hundred, as long as rabbits and pheasants enter these bushes and grass nests to look for food, they will most likely step into these traps.
This is also the reason why Claude and the others caught so many every time in the past few days. Every time they went to pick up prey at the place where the traps were set yesterday, there would be some traps kept there because there were no rabbits or pheasants to visit them. Claude
Just let these traps stay where they are, and go over to have a look the next day, maybe there will be unexpected gains.
The prey that Claude hangs on his musket are all unexpected harvests, which were caught in the traps that were left over from the past few days. However, of the twenty or so new traps set up yesterday, there was only one.
A rabbit was trapped. From this point of view, the number of these small animals in this area has dropped significantly, and the winning rate is no longer high...
After walking around in a wide circle between the mounds and the forest, it took nearly two hours to dismantle all the remaining traps, and then Claude walked back.
The weight of these eight rabbits and pheasants was quite heavy. A few days ago, Claude didn't feel tired even though his friends were sharing the harvest. Now that he was carrying a matchlock gun and these prey on his back, he felt that walking was not a light burden.
Just go to the Baiyangling Farm in front of you and see if Regan wants to drive to town, so that you can take him along for the ride.
The area of Baiyangling Farm is not large, with less than 100 acres of farmland. It does not produce food, but mainly grows fruits and vegetables, supplemented by raising chickens and egg production. It is said that the owner of the farm is from the county.
A businessman has only visited this farm a few times since he bought it. Usually one of his relatives is responsible for the operation and management here.
Regan said that there are four farmers on the farm, and they are employed to take care of the vegetable fields, blueberry fields, chicken farms and citrus groves respectively. He is employed as a handyman, part-time dog herder, coachman, and errand boy. In addition,
There are three watchdogs raised in the farm. They are very big, but unfortunately they are of no use. Apart from being able to eat, they can only bark. They cannot even catch a rabbit...
The periphery of Baiyangling Farm is a small river ditch more than two meters wide, which is both the irrigation waterway of the farm and the boundary of the farm. The farm orchards, forest farms and vegetable gardens here are basically like this. A ditch is dug at the boundary to indicate the boundary. However,
There are also some simple wooden bridges erected over these ditches and rivers to facilitate the passage of pedestrians. Claude walked along the ditch towards the gate of the farm, but what he didn't expect was that he was greeted by a three-headed giant.
The barking of a dog.
This doesn't seem to be a watchdog. It's obviously much bigger than a watchdog, and the coat color is wrong. The guard dogs here in Bailu Town are mostly native dogs. The coat color is mostly gray and black, and there are also brown and yellow ones, but not
But the fur colors of these three big dogs are colorful, white, gray and yellow. Claude suddenly felt that these three big dogs looked a bit like the famous "Er Ha" in his previous life...
Hearing the barking of dogs, a fat lady came out of a farmhouse not far away, called to the three big dogs, then walked to the gate and asked Claude what happened.
Claude said he was looking for Regan. The fat lady looked him up and down, pointed to a row of bungalows on the other side, and said go there, Regan should be busy there.
After entering the gate, the three big dogs stopped barking and just followed Claude silently, as if they were escorting him. However, Claude discovered that the three big dogs were not interested in him.
, but the string of rabbits and pheasants hanging from the muskets. At the same time, their eyes when looking at these prey did not have murderous intent, but rather a feeling of being very curious and wanting to explore, as if they wanted to understand these rabbits and pheasants.
Why is it hanging upside down on this shit-shoveling officer...
The bungalows in this row should be stables. The carriages are unloaded in the open space in front of the bungalows. The two horses pulling the carts are chewing horse feed in the stables. Regan is squatting next to a large wooden box on the ground and is busy.
What, when I got closer, I found that he was playing with a litter of puppies. They were about two months old. These five or six white puppies were very active. They were rolling around in the box and playing non-stop.
, there are two puppies still chasing the hand that Regan brushed over their heads.
"Why are you here?" Regan asked when he looked up and saw Claude.
He unloaded a rabbit from the musket and threw it to him. Claude said: "I will do what I say for you, but this is the last harvest."
"Thank you," Regan picked up the rabbit and said, "It's quite fat. You can add some vegetables tonight. By the way, are you going back to town now?"
Claude nodded and leaned the matchlock against the wall.
"Then just wait here for another half hour. I still have a basket of eggs and a few baskets of blueberries to deliver to the town. You can take my carriage back." Regan said.
"Okay then, I'll just wait here." Claude replied.
"Then let me take this rabbit to the kitchen first. You can play with these puppies here. They are very funny." Regan turned around with the rabbit and said hello to the three big dogs following Claude.
He touched their heads, pointed at Claude, indicating that he was one of his own, and then walked outside.
These white puppies are really fun, they are full of energy and full of naivety. Claude imitated Regan and stretched his hand between them, and they used their deciduous teeth to bite Claude's fingers, and their chubby bodies arched and arched.
They wanted to climb up on the backs of their hands and press Claude's hands under their bodies. But in a short while, they rolled off Claude's hands and somersaulted down on the straw spread under the box.
on, and then climbed up one by one without getting discouraged and continued to hump Claude's hand...
These six snowball-like puppies can make people’s faces bleed.
The three big dogs next to them were also lying on the ground quietly, watching Claude play with the puppies.
There were footsteps behind him, and Claude thought it was Regan coming back, so he asked without looking back: "What breed are these puppies? Are they not from the three guard dogs you mentioned?"
"These three are not watchdogs, they are authentic snow dogs, and so are these puppies, young people." A strange voice sounded from behind.
Claude quickly stood up and turned around, only to see an old man with a gray beard standing behind him.
"I'm sorry, Regan said that there are three guard dogs on the farm, but I have no research on the breeds of these dogs..." Claude quickly bowed his head in greeting.
"It's okay, young man. My name is Merclo, and I am the steward of this farm." The old man said with a smile, walked to the side of the box, bent down and reached out to touch the heads of several puppies.
"Well, hello, Manager Merclo. My name is Claude. I'm Regan's friend. I'm going to take his carriage back to town."
"I heard Regan said it." Steward Merkrow stood up with interest, turned to the wall, and looked at the string of pheasants and rabbits hanging on the matchlock gun leaning against the wall: "These are all yours
Those who were caught? They were all alive...were they not shot with muskets?"
"Yes, a trap was set." Claude replied.
"Regan said it was wheat grains soaked in some secret recipe?" It seems that Regan is also a big talker. Fortunately, Claude didn't tell him the truth.
"There are also small vegetable leaves and some fruits, beans, dried berries, etc. These rabbits and pheasants love to eat." Claude answered without changing his expression.
"I once heard that some people used wheat soaked in strong liquor to lure pheasants to eat. When they eat the wheat, they will be drunk and can be easily caught."
Claude laughed, shook his head and said: "This is a lie. I remember it seemed to be a novel about hunters using this method to catch pheasants. In fact, this is just a method imagined by the author, and it is impossible to do it in reality.
.First, pheasants will not eat wheat soaked in spirits at all. They do not like the smell. Second, spirits actually evaporate very quickly and will have no effect after a long time. Third, pheasants are not
For us humans, it’s hard to tell whether they will be drunk.”
"But isn't your secret potion also like strong liquor?" said Steward Merkrow.
Claude smiled and remained silent. This old man had no good intentions. He obviously wanted to know what the secret recipe potion was from him.
Seeing that Claude didn't speak, Manager Merkel didn't take it seriously: "Is Director Morsan your father?"
Claude nodded.
"I have met him several times. He is a good official. It is only because of an administrative director like him that Bailu Town has developed so fast..." said Steward Merkrow.
"Thank you for your compliment. I think my father will be very happy to hear you say that." Claude replied politely.
"Do you like these puppies? If you like it, I can give you one." Steward Merkel said suddenly.
"Oh, thank you, these puppies are very cute, but I don't need them." Claude began to be wary, showing courtesy for nothing, committing adultery or stealing.
"Actually, the Laldo Snow Dog is the best playmate for children." Steward Merkel walked to the wooden box and looked at the playful puppies in the box and said, "This Laldo Snow Dog comes from the northern part of the mainland.
In the ice and snow wilderness, northerners regard them as their own family members. They are loyal, reliable, brave, and also agile and intelligent.
Our kingdom has a short history of having Laldo Snow Dogs. The first was more than two hundred years ago when a businessman from the North presented three Snow Dogs to Sterling III as his birthday gift. But soon these three Snow Dogs were
Dogs lived in the palace and interbred with other dogs, leaving no pure bloodline. It was not until Sterling IX ascended the throne that he sent people to the Northland that there was another purebred Laldo Snow Dog.
Of course, the three snow dogs on our farm are not particularly purebred snow dogs, but their pedigree can be traced back to the first three generations. Currently, in major cities in the kingdom, snow dogs are the most popular pets.
They are used to look after homes and homes, and play with their children. And they repay their loyalty with their loyalty, never letting their owners down..."
Claude was finally tempted. He remembered the unequal treaties he had promised to Little Fatty. If a white Laldo puppy was given to him as a companion, then there would be no need for any gifts or conditions. Little Fatty would definitely be happy.
Until. And with the little snow dog accompanying him, he will no longer ask his mother to hug him...
"Are you really going to give me a puppy?" Claude licked his mouth.
"It's a small snow dog, not a puppy." Steward Merclo was dissatisfied with Claude's comparison of the Lardo snow dog with those guard dogs: "Of course, I can give you one if you like. Your father is from White Deer Town.
He has made outstanding contributions to the development of the country, and you can think of this as our farm’s tribute to him.”
"Then I don't want it. My father doesn't allow us to receive gifts in his name." Claude looked at the snowball-like puppies in the wooden box: "But I can trade my prey with you.
Can you trade a pheasant and a rabbit for a little snow dog?"
Manager Merclo laughed loudly. He stretched out his hand to give Claude a high-five: "Okay, it's a deal. We've made a deal. You can choose a small snow dog to take back."
By the way, I would like to explain that this book is a slow-burning one, so I haven’t signed the contract yet. At least I have to wait until the main plot is really unfolded before I can consider signing the contract. Therefore, these chapters are not superficial, but the subsequent development of the protagonist after the relationship. It can be said to be hidden.
line, and at the same time, it does not waste the starting coins of all book friends.
I admit that the update is a little slow. I have no choice but to use my handicap and I don’t use any smart collaboration software. When coding each chapter, I have to consider the development of the main line and explain the background of the world clearly so that all book lovers can understand what the protagonist will do in the future.
The choice... it's really hard to code.
I am still recuperating from illness. Last year I was recovering from a disease for a year. The monthly medication cost was more than 2,000, and I had to take medicine 11 times a day. This year, I went for a review and it was said that it was normal, and the medication cost was reduced to more than 600, and I was taking medicine 11 times a day.
I only took medicine five times before I started writing Shuma, so I hope all book friends will be more considerate...