In the cave, the little milk tiger saw the big tiger.
It ran over, raised its little paws, pushed the big tiger's head, and screamed.
Seeing that the big tiger didn't raise its paws and tease it gently like usual, it couldn't help but scream louder and became anxious, circling the big tiger's head.
Seeing this, Yun Buliu sighed and turned around to leave the cave.
It was an animal, and he didn't know how to comfort it. He couldn't bear to see the anxious and helpless look on the little tiger's face and its uneasy cries.
Sitting outside the cave, looking up at the stars in the sky, the silver plate hanging high, and listening to the cries coming from the cave, he always felt that this moonlit night was a bit too cool.
He shook his head and walked back to the small bamboo house, silently grinding the salt ore with a stone mortar, using this sound to suppress the uncomfortable cry of the little milk tiger.
Although he had made up his mind not to eat the big tiger, he had already poured all the salt into the tiger's abdominal cavity, so he had to boil some salt again for use.
Crush the salt ore, dissolve it with water, precipitate and filter it, and then cook it.
At some point, the only sound in the night wind was the whirring of the flames, and the little milk tiger's voice disappeared.
He stood up, walked into the cave, picked up the little milk tiger, which had fallen asleep under the big tiger's neck after being tired from crying, and took it back to the small bamboo house and covered it with animal skins.
The little tiger in her sleep would make a low cry from time to time, as if calling her mother.
He gritted his teeth, walked down the bamboo building, then returned to the cave, carried the big tiger with its skin and meat to the grove, and dug a big hole in the grove to bury the tiger.
After working for most of the night, he finally buried the big tiger in the woods at the back of the mountain.
But before burying the tiger, he left two of its four teeth, one long and one short.
Although the four tiger teeth were the same as the two ribs, with mysterious golden patterns, he didn't know what the use of these things was now. Just leaving two tiger teeth would be enough.
"These two tiger teeth are the reward for my promise to raise a baby for you. I hope you don't mind. Please also forgive us for eating some of your meat before. It's really... shameful!"
He held the two tiger teeth and cupped his hands towards the big tiger. Then he pushed the big tiger into the big hole, filled it with soil, and compacted it into a big mound.
"Rest in peace, Dahu! I will help you raise the baby tiger."
He patted the big mound, stood up, picked up the torch, and turned to leave.
Returning to the small bamboo building, Yun Buliu took a shower outside, then returned to the small building, lit a charcoal fire in a small clay stove, put a clay pot on to boil water, and put the bowl of venison soup into the clay pot to heat it up.
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He was worried that the little milk tiger would wake up in the middle of the night, and he would probably be hungry by then.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, in a daze, I heard the baby's cry.
He woke up, patted his cheek, tried to get rid of the irritability of being woken up, stood up and hugged the little milk tiger.
The little milk tiger still didn't like him very much, yelled at him, and seemed to be looking for his mother again.
But this time he did not carry it to the cave. Instead, he carried him downstairs, took out the hot venison soup in a clay pot, and placed it in front of it.
Maybe he was really hungry! After he lowered his head and smelled it for a few times, he carefully stretched out his tongue and started licking it. In the end, he even licked the minced meat in the bamboo bowl into his mouth and swallowed it.
The venison had been ground into minced meat by him, but he wasn't worried about it choking.
After drinking the venison soup, the little milk tiger called to him again. I don't know if he wanted him to help find his mother, or if he wasn't full yet.
It wasn't until he put it on the ground and it staggered and stumbled towards the cave that he realized that the little tiger wanted to find its mother again.
Unfortunately, when he ran to the cave, his mother was no longer there.
It called to Yun Buliu, as if asking him, where is its mother hidden?
He picked it up and returned to the small bamboo house, where it started struggling again.
"Little guy, your mother has gone to a place far, far away. From now on, I will take care of you on your mother's behalf..."
He knew it didn't understand, but he still said it in a very gentle tone, while gently stroking its back with his hand to comfort it.
Unfortunately, the effect is very mediocre, and the little milk tiger will bark from time to time.
The innocent eyes looking at him with wide eyes always made him feel pitiful for the little guy.
Perhaps this is the sympathy caused by the weakness of weak creatures!
After more than two hours, the little milk tiger fell asleep again, probably because he was tired.
Yun Buliu finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and soon fell asleep.
The next day, he didn't wake up naturally, he was woken up by the little milk tiger's cry.
He finally gradually realized the feeling of collapse as a first-time parent. If this little milk tiger continues to be like this in the future, will it be difficult for him to survive?
He ignored it and was not used to its bad habits.
He got up straight away and went downstairs to wash up. The river flowed in the bamboo tube all night and had accumulated about half of the pond. There were even many small river fish in the pond.
There are two goose village fools wandering inside, looking for bad luck on those small river fish.
The little tit tiger screamed and rolled down the stairs on the second floor, but she didn't even get hurt.
It stumbled outside the terrace and barked again at Yun Buliu who was washing.
When Shayong from the Goose Village in the pond heard the cry of the young tiger, he couldn't help but raise his proud head and quack at it.
As if feeling that he was being provoked, the little milk tiger stood on the edge of the terrace, opening his mouth and roaring at the silly heroes of Goose Village in the pond below! Wow! Wow! Wow!
The little short legs stood together, the body leaned forward, and the screams made people think it was funny.
But the silly heroes of Goose Village didn't find it funny. They swam over, spread their wings, and wanted to jump up and shoot the "goose mouth cannon" at the little milk tiger.
As a result, a stone bounced towards the neck of the big fat goose.
The big fat goose's neck bent, and then it hung limply into the pond.
Seeing this, the Goose Cun Shayong next to him turned around, flapped his wings, and galloped away.
Yun Buliu walked into the pond and took out the big goose whose neck he had broken. "Breakfast is for you silly goose. I didn't go to you, but you actually brought it to your door yourself, ha..."
Take the bone knife and a big tiger fang. The big tiger fang is very thick, about thirty centimeters long. If it were not slightly curved, it would actually be more like a mallet. This is the upper jaw fang.
The tusks on the lower jaw are shorter, still more than 20 centimeters long, but they look stronger and sharper than the two wild boar tusks.
There are several blood grooves on the tusks, more than the blood grooves on the pair of wild boar tusks.
The tiger teeth on the lower jaw are more curved, but much better than wild boar tusks.
Taking a shorter tiger tooth, Yun Buliu came to the lake.
Use a bone knife to disembowel the goose and use tiger teeth to break open the belly.
He did not dare to use a bone knife to chop goose bones, as it would easily break the bone knife. After trying it with tiger teeth, he found that the tiger teeth were indeed sharper than wild boar tusks.
He cut the goose in half, stewed it in two large clay pots, and then began his morning exercises.
The little nanny was lying on the bamboo platform at the entrance of the small bamboo house very obediently, watching him do his morning exercises.