Chapter 42 Accidentally, Little Milk Tiger Became Obedient
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Yun Buliu didn't know that he easily killed the big goose in front of the little nanny, took it to disembowel it, skinned it and removed its internal organs, and came back with the bloody goose meat and skin... This
The bloody scenes had such an impact on the little milk tiger!
So at this time, how could the little milk tiger dare to act wildly in front of him?
Unintentionally, Yun Buliu gave the little guy a lesson on "killing the goose to scare the tiger", which impressed the little tiger so deeply that he became well-behaved instantly.
Just like a child who lives under someone else's roof and sees his master angry, he becomes too angry and doesn't dare to express his anger.
Of course, Yun Buliu didn't know.
Even if you knew it, you probably wouldn't have any worries.
After all, it must be taught how to hunt and how to live in this mountain forest in the future.
By then, how can anyone not carry out bloody killings?
What are you afraid of with this little psychological shadow?
But that big forest was already occupied by that black tiger. If he didn't help the little milk tiger to kill that black tiger in the future, the little milk tiger would definitely not be able to kill that black tiger.
It is estimated that its fate will not be much different from that of its parents.
At the end of the morning practice, Yun Buliu said hello to the little fur ball, and then the little fur ball jumped down from the roof of the building, and with a hissing sound, he shot him straight.
Under the horrified eyes of the little milk tiger, Yun Buliu fell to the ground with electric arcs, twitching all over.
After a long time, he recovered, got up and sat on the ground to catch his breath.
At this time, the little milk tiger looked at the little fur ball with a hint of fear.
This seems to be another extremely vivid lesson of "electricity to scare the tiger".
After he was out of breath and stopped sweating, Yun Buliu got up and took a shower.
By the way, I picked up the shivering little tiger and washed the blood from its body.
It still has its mother's blood in it.
However, there is no such thing as soap or shower gel, and the blood on its fur cannot be washed away. There are dark brown patches on the fur in many places.
The little milk tiger was very well-behaved and did not struggle, but her little body was shaking a bit.
After washing it, he rubbed it with rabbit skin and put it on the terrace to bask in the sun.
Only then did he notice that this little tiger looked a little different from its mother.
The main reason is that the color of the fur is different. Although its mother has white fur on her belly, she also has black stripes, but there are no black stripes at all on this baby tiger's belly.
The few dark brown stains I saw last night were actually caused by the tiger blood. Now after washing off most of the dried blood, you can easily notice the difference.
Its back is golden, its belly is pure white, its ribs are orange, and although it has black lines, it is more slender.
At this time, it looks more like a large orange cat. The fur of its parents is obviously not much different from that of a normal tiger, but it is somewhat different from its parents.
After placing it on the terrace, he returned to the door of the small bamboo house and added firewood to the earthen stove.
Then start boiling salt in other clay pots.
In fact, stewing goose meat is not that fast. By the time the aroma of goose meat wafts out of the clay pot, half a day has passed and he has almost boiled most of the filtered salt water dry.
When Yun Buliu opened the lid of the clay pot, he saw the little fur ball slipping down from the roof of the building as fast as lightning, then rushed into the cave, carrying the clay pot it usually used, and ran to squat in front of him.
This guy was so punctual about food that he was amazed.
Fortunately, the little white snake didn't sneak out to ask for any meat from him today. I guess the tiger meat it ate last night would allow it to digest it for a while longer.
Finally, breakfast and lunch began.
He gave the little furball a goose leg and added some soup to it.
Then tear off a few pieces of goose meat from another goose leg, put it into a bamboo bowl, press it against the wall of the bowl with your fingers and grind it into minced meat, then add some broth and put it in front of the little milk tiger.
The little milk tiger circled around the bamboo bowl twice and stretched out its little head to test it several times, but was blocked by the hot air in the bamboo bowl. The tiger whiskers around its mouth trembled in anxiety.
It looked at Yun Buliu anxiously, opened its mouth and called, Yun Buliu pointed at the little fur ball.
The little milk tiger looked at the little fur ball very smartly, and saw the little fur ball lying on the ground, pursing its small mouth and blowing into the pottery basin, and the hot air drifted out as it blew.
Seeing this, the little milk tiger also lay down and puffed out its mouth and puffed out air.
But obviously, it and the little fur ball both have cat mouths, and it is difficult to make their mouths pout as obviously as humans do. When blowing air, it feels a bit like a bellows leaking air.
But precisely because of this, in Yun Buliu's opinion, their action actually felt kind of silly and cute.
After feeling silly for a while, he sprinkled some salt into the clay pot and began to eat the goose meat.
After breakfast and lunch, he put a piece of rabbit skin into the cleaned bamboo basket, picked up the little tiger and put it into the bamboo basket. Then he picked up the skin bag with the short spear and went out to go up the mountain.
The little fur ball made a chirping sound, like a bolt of lightning, flashing a few times in the blink of an eye, then stood on his shoulder, and then poked its head into the bamboo basket.
The little tiger in the bamboo basket saw the little fur ball outside the basket, and lay trembling under the basket again.
Passing by the big earth bag where the little milk tiger's mother was buried, Yun Buliu stopped, took the little milk tiger out of the bamboo basket, and said to the big earth bag, "Did you see that? Your child is very healthy. You
Rest in peace! If it can understand what I say in the future, I will ask it to come here to spend more time with you."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the little milk tiger with a bewildered face, put it back in the bamboo basket, and started on the road again.
Walk through the woods and come to the wilderness.
The little milk tiger seemed to smell a familiar scent, and after seeing that the little fur ball no longer paid attention to it, it also struggled hard in the bamboo basket and climbed up the bamboo basket to Yun Buliu's other shoulder.
It stared blankly at the animals licking the soil leisurely in the wilderness, watched him lift it off his shoulders, then untied the bamboo basket and pulled out the short spear from the leather bag.
Woohoo...
The short spear roared through the sky, hundreds of meters away in an instant.
When the black bison licking the salt deposits in the field heard the sound and raised their heads to identify what it was, the short spear had already roared into the neck of one of the bulls and passed through the other end of the neck.
, stuck to the ground, showing how strong it is.
Among the bison, three were cows with swollen bellies. It was obvious that these cows already had calves in their bellies, and Yun Buliu could not attack them.
The bull was shot through the neck with a spear by him. Its strong body staggered and fell directly to the ground. It struggled to stand up, but the hole in its neck was bleeding.
As a result, before it ran a few meters, its heavy body fell to the ground again.
Its companions were frightened and fled directly into the forest.
The bull that fell to the ground was still breathing. It was panting rapidly, and the blood gradually soaked the soil under it. Its huge eyes looked at the sky helplessly, as if it still didn't understand what happened.
Yun Buliu walked over with a short spear, looked at him with a pair of dark ox eyes, and screamed "moo" feebly. I don't know if he was scolding him.
He unhooked the gold-patterned tiger fangs from his waist, knelt down, held one of the horns with his big hands, and stabbed it into the cow's neck. A fountain of blood gushed out, ending its life.
Yun Buliu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and went to pull out the short spear stuck on the ground.
roar……
A tiger roar came from not far away.
He looked up and saw a big black tiger on the edge of the forest, staring at him silently, as if to warn him.
Yun Buliu gritted his teeth, grinned at it, and then flicked his hand with a spear.