In an instant, Mingbei's hair stood up, and he kept shouting in a distorted crying voice: "Zhenzhen, don't come over, go away, there is a tiger here." The tiger was stunned for a moment when it heard the voice behind the tree, and its arched body immediately relaxed, and it took two leisurely steps forward.
Mingbei saw the tiger getting closer and closer to him. In despair, he did not forget to look back to see if Zhenzhen had run away. But when he turned around, he saw Zhenzhen leaning against a tree with him and stuffing fruit into her mouth. Mingbei was so angry that his lungs exploded. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he pushed Zhenzhen back hard and yelled at her: "I told you to leave, but you still eat. Go home quickly, you hear me, don't look back!"
Zhenzhen stumbled after being pushed, and the fruit in her hand fell to the ground. The tiger immediately roared, and Mingbei shivered with fear, and his pants were wet again. Zhenzhen pinched her nose and looked at Mingbei helplessly, then turned back and roared at the tiger: "Why are you yelling? Can't you see that my brother is scared? Stay away from me."
Mingbei almost knelt down to his aunt. That's a tiger, my dear sister. Do you think he is as... obedient... as our Li Mingzhong...
Mingbei looked at the tiger in astonishment as it wagged its tail. The tiger turned around and walked back a dozen steps, then found a place where the sun could shine. He lay lazily on the ground and childishly stretched out a paw to reach the butterfly flying above his head.
Something seemed wrong. Normally, wouldn't a tiger pounce on him and bite his neck off? Why did he turn around and lie there catching butterflies
The wild fruits in her hands were scattered all over the ground. Zhenzhen only had two left in her hands. She stuffed one into Li Mingbei's mouth and ate the other one herself. She then took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe her fingers clean.
The tiger was farther away, and seeing that it had no intention of attacking, Li Mingbei finally breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his stiff back slightly, and the tiger seemed to notice it and immediately turned its head to look at him. Li Mingbei collapsed on the tree again.
Li Mingbei was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweats, his pants were stained with urine, and there was a tiger staring at him in front of him. He had never felt so desperate in his life. He looked at Zhenzhen who was still wiping her hands beside him, and he really couldn't understand why his sister was so careless.
"Sister!" Mingbei's voice was so frightened that he almost wavered, "Don't you know what a tiger is? See the one lying in front of you? That's a tiger. It can eat people."
"Is that a tiger? I thought it was a big cat." Zhenzhen smiled mischievously: "I always thought it was a cat."
Li Mingbei almost knelt down to his sister: "Isn't there a picture of a tiger in the textbook? How come your cat is so big?"
"I haven't started school yet, and you haven't shown me the textbooks." Zhenzhen said confidently. She was born in the 1960s. Although her family often scared her not to run too far into the mountains because of tigers and black bears, many children didn't know what tigers and black bears looked like.
Li Mingbei regretted not knowing where he had thrown his elementary school textbook. He watched the tiger turn around to catch butterflies, and quickly lowered his voice to say to Zhenzhen: "Brother is telling you, that's a tiger. Don't ever come into the mountains again. While the tiger isn't paying attention, sneak away. I'll attract its attention here." After a pause, Li Mingbei's voice was a little tearful: "When we get home, tell grandma and mom and dad that I'm unfilial and ask them to stop thinking about me. Well, I hid my summer homework under the broken basket in our warehouse. Go home and take it out and help me throw it away. It makes me sick just looking at that thing."
Seeing that Mingbei was about to cry, Zhenzhen stopped teasing him and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his face. She smiled and said, "Okay, stop peeing. I know the tiger. It won't eat you."
Mingbei swallowed his saliva: "No, you didn't understand, that's a tiger..."
Zhenzhen took two steps forward and called out crisply, "Dahuang, come here."
The tiger jumped up immediately when it heard the sound, and Mingbei was so scared that he turned around and hugged the tree. The tiger walked to Zhenzhen, wagging its tail, and then lay lazily on the ground, rubbing its big head against Zhenzhen's arms.
Zhenzhen smiled and scratched its head, then raised her legs and sat on the tiger's back: "Dahuang, let's run a lap."
The tiger immediately circled around the area twice, and when it came across wild fruits, it even stopped to wait for Zhenzhen to pick them. Mingbei, who was lying on the tree with one leg in a climbing posture, was about to pop out her eyes. It was okay for her sister to scold Li Mingzhong and braised chicken nuggets at home, but why did she treat a tiger she met in the mountains like her own big dog, and called it Dahuang? Isn't this name more like a dog than Li Mingzhong!
After sliding down from the tree, Li Mingbei sat on the ground gasping for breath. Looking at his pants which were already dirty and muddy, Li Mingbei finally realized belatedly: It seems that the tiger will not eat me, but if I go home wearing such pants and my classmates and neighbors see me... I might as well let the tiger eat me!
Zhenzhen came back after riding the tiger for a while, and Dahuang stopped beside Li Mingbei. Li Mingbei took two steps back tremblingly: "Sister, can you keep your tiger away from me? I'm scared."
After patting Dahuang's head, Dahuang indeed took two steps outside obediently. Mingbei looked at Zhenzhen in admiration. His sister was so awesome. He had never seen such a fool and bold person who treated a tiger as a dog.
After jumping off the tiger's back, Zhen Zhen looked at Li Mingbei's miserable appearance and laughed: "Brother, what are you going to do with your pants after you get down the mountain?"
Mingbei relaxed knowing the tiger would not attack him. He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and thought: "How about staying here until dark? I don't want anyone to see me."
Zhen Zhen laughed out loud: "So what are you going to do this afternoon? Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's better to feel uncomfortable than to be embarrassed." Mingbei sat on the ground and refused to get up.
Zhenzhen laughed enough, then she held her stomach and called Dahuang over again. She jumped onto the tiger's back, turned around and said to Li Mingbei, "You wait here, I know where the pants are." Then she clamped her legs around the tiger's body, and Dahuang disappeared into the jungle carrying Zhenzhen.
Zhenzhen knows every tree and grass in the forest. When many bandits fled, they buried their belongings in the mountains, hoping to return one day. Zhenzhen has found many boxes underground in recent years. One of the boxes is full of clothes, and it is not known whether it was buried by mistake or by a bandit who was living there.
When they got there, Zhenzhen opened the box, found a pair of cloth pants, took them out, and rode Dahuang back to the previous place. Throwing the pants in her hand to Mingbei, Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Hurry up and change them."
Mingbei jumped up from the ground, opened his pants and laughed: "Oh, where did you find such nice pants without any patches?"
"I picked them up in the mountains. Hurry up and find a place to change." Mingbei held his pants and found a secluded place, took off his pants, and changed into clean ones. But the pants were too big, and they were too long and fat when Mingbei put them on. He looked around with the pants in his hand. Mingbei cut some grass with a hunting knife and braided a straw rope in a few minutes. He tied the waistband of the pants and hung the hunting knife on his waist. Then Mingbei braided two short straw ropes and tied the pants legs tightly to prevent insects from crawling in.
The dirty pants couldn't be thrown away, but it was a nuisance to hold them in his hands. Mingbei roughly wove a small net bag, put the dirty pants in it, and crawled out from the grass behind the tree.
Zhenzhen was still sitting comfortably on the tiger. Although Mingbei was not worried about being eaten by the tiger, he did not dare to move forward: "Zhenzhen, how about you come down and talk?"
Zhen Zhen looked at him and laughed: "Brother, do you want to get on? I'll let Da Huang carry you for a run."
Mingbei was a little moved after hearing this. He just took a small step forward, and Dahuang yawned. Mingbei looked at the sharp fangs in its mouth, then silently took two steps back and shook his head firmly: "I'm afraid of death."
Zhen Zhen helplessly stretched out her hand to Ming Bei: "Don't worry, I'm here, it won't dare."
"My dear sister, how can you be so brave? What if it turns against you?" Although I don't know why the tiger is so well-behaved in front of Zhenzhen, it is a wild beast after all. What if it suddenly gets angry
"No." Zhenzhen thought of an excuse: "Dahuang is very humane. I saved it last year, so it won't hurt me."
"Really?" Mingbei looked at the tiger with envy. Riding on a tiger, wouldn't it be just like Wu Song in the radio show, so majestic? Mingbei tentatively moved forward, and when the tiger didn't react, he moved closer step by step, carefully reaching out his hand and touching Dahuang's back.
Zhenzhen patted Dahuang's head, and Dahuang lay on the ground obediently. Mingbei swallowed his saliva, thinking of how majestic his sister looked sitting on the tiger's back, and he bravely sat on Dahuang.
Da Huang stood up from the ground, Ming Bei immediately hugged Zhen Zhen's waist, his body stretched straight, too scared to move. Da Huang seemed to feel a little heavy, it did not run out like before, but took one step at a time, walking slowly in the forest under the sunshine.
Mingbei sat on the tiger's back, his face flushed with excitement. He felt extremely proud and his mouth stretched to his ears. "Am I dreaming? I can even ride a tiger?"
Zhenzhen looked back at him and smiled: "It's true that I'm not dreaming, but you can't tell anyone when we get home. If grandma knew that we were riding a tiger, I would beat you to death with my pipe."
A gust of wind blew by, and Li Mingbei woke up instantly. Thinking of the horrifying thing Zhenzhen did today, Li Mingbei was sure that grandma would at most say a few words to her and then confine her at home. Then he would be the one to be beaten. And it would not just be grandma who would beat him, maybe his parents would kick him as well.
Thinking of the consequences of being a big mouth, Mingbei immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He took off the hunting knife hanging on his waist and handed it to Zhenzhen: "I'll give you your knife, but you can't tell anyone about me wetting my pants."
The brother and sister hooked their fingers to reach an agreement. Zhenzhen threw the hunting knife into the bushes and directed Dahuang to walk down the mountain. Mingbei was distressed and cried, "What if such a good knife is thrown into the grass?"
"It can't be lost. Generally no one comes here, and Dahuang is watching it." Zhenzhen said indifferently. In fact, when Mingbei couldn't see it, the knife had already sunk into the ground.
Zhenzhen feels that her ability to control the earth is almost as useful as space. She can bury anything underground and go up the mountain to dig for treasure when she has free time. It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it
The two of them rode the tiger down the mountain for about half an hour. They were about to meet some people, so Zhenzhen patted Dahuang, signaling it to stop. The two of them supported each other and got off the tiger.
"Thank you, Da Huang." Zhen Zhen rubbed Da Huang's head affectionately: "I'll play with you next time, go back soon." Da Huang called out to Zhen Zhen and stuffed his head into Zhen Zhen's arms, looking like a spoiled child. Zhen Zhen smiled and pushed his head aside, whispering something in his ear. When Zhen Zhen raised her head, a dozen pheasants suddenly came out from all directions, and they all flew and ran up the mountain.
Da Huang rubbed his head against Zhen Zhen's hand, turned around and ran up the mountain. Ming Bei watched helplessly as Da Huang pounced on a lagging pheasant and threw it to the ground, biting its neck in a few bites. He felt a chill on his back and his legs began to tremble again: "Sister, let's get down the mountain early."
Da Huang ate a pheasant weighing three or four pounds in just a few minutes, then turned around and pounced on another pheasant. When Da Huang disappeared from his sight, Zhen Zhen turned around and pointed to the bushes next to him: "Brother, look, is there a pheasant with its legs broken?"
Mingbei looked back and saw a pheasant struggling in the weeds. Mingbei ran over and quickly pulled the weeds away, picked up the pheasant, and happily ran over to show it to Zhenzhen: "It's quite fat. I'll take it home and cook it for you."
"The meat is too tight for me to chew." Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose: "Pick some mushrooms and stew them in soup. I can drink a couple of bowls of it, and I'll like the meat buns, too."
"Okay, you have the final say." Mingbei is now completely convinced by her sister. Her sister has even trained tigers to be obedient, so what's the big deal about wanting to eat some chicken soup
Mingbei saw Zhenzhen staring at him and scratched his head in confusion. "Then I'll go pick mushrooms?"
"Where are we going to put the mushrooms after we pick them?" Zhenzhen looked at him speechlessly, "We don't have a basket, so take off your vest and tie it up from the bottom, and we'll use your vest to hold the mushrooms.
"…" Mingbei took off his vest resignedly: "Okay, you have the final say."
The author has something to say: Speaking of the salmon I ate in the previous chapter, I ate a fake one two years ago. At that time, a colleague invited me to a specialty restaurant to eat a big pot of stewed salmon. A group of people sat around an iron pot, with a wood-burning stove underneath and pancakes stuck in the pot.
When I ate it, I felt that the texture of the meat was weird, but I hadn't eaten it for many years, and I didn't say anything because it was someone else's treat. When I went to the toilet after returning home, the toilet was full of red oil. I asked Baidu in horror, and it turned out that many unscrupulous merchants used that kind of bad oily fish to impersonate salmon. If you go to try it, you must be careful.
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