The sky gradually darkened.
Qiao Qiao was busy non-stop. He had just come down from the mountain, and was carrying the dog food that Wulan had prepared long ago and putting it on the tricycle, and then he was carrying the pig food bucket and climbing up the back mountain again.
The seven pigs had a lot of extra food today, but when they saw the visitor, they still grunted and groaned loudly. Qiao Qiao fed them calmly, and then scooped up the sorghum and rice husks in the basin and poured them into the chicken shed.
In an instant, the chickens that had been gathering in groups all over the mountains flew over again, and the whole mountain was slowly filled with the faint aroma of wine.
As soon as Qiao Qiao left, the king put down the pumpkin in his mouth and looked curiously at the sorghum in the chicken coop, which was different from his own rations.
But soon, he sneezed and buried his head in eating the pumpkin again.
In a corner that he didn't notice, a group of gray-haired squirrels on the mountain, who had been well behaved for a long time, could no longer hold back and once again carefully climbed down the trees.
Then, taking advantage of the dim night, he quickly and lightly climbed up to the chicken coop.
Their movements were light and orderly. Their big, dark eyes were fixed on the sorghum that the chickens were pecking at. They really wanted to have a taste!
But he also smelled the pungent smell of alcohol and was hesitant for a moment.
There was also a gray squirrel that lagged behind. It landed on the ground and scratched its butt with its two paws in a very human way. It didn’t dare to move for a while...
If Song Tan were here, he would definitely find out that this was the squirrel he used to make an example of - the small tree branches had whipped the squirrel's butt so hard that it was swollen!
How miserable!
But soon, the new delicacies attracted their attention, and since they are rats, they haven’t eaten anything secretly for a long time!
Every day I see the delicious food that people nearby are eating, even the golden-haired vole in that house that only knows how to eat has some... Damn, I'm so greedy!
So the squirrels slid through the fat bellies of the chickens and soon arrived in front of the pile of sorghum. Without saying a word, they scooped up some with their little claws and stuffed their cheeks with them, stuffing them bulgingly. They even swallowed a few grains accidentally...
Hey, why does it taste both delicious and weird
But never mind!
One, two, three...
They lined up and retreated in an orderly manner? But the smell of sorghum in their mouths was strange, something they had never tasted before, and there was also an indescribable feeling of being tipsy, which made them gradually slow down their movements in climbing the tree.
Somehow, my eyes are also a little shaky - the wind is so strong, why are the trees shaking -
A few squirrels moved their cheeks strangely, and tried to grab the swaying branches, grabbing the bark and "slipping" upwards, but for some reason their hands and feet were weak...
I'm so sleepy! I feel so dizzy... Who is spinning in circles...
Then, there was a loud "bang" in the pile of leaves, and a gray squirrel fell directly into the pile, lying limp and unable to get up.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
Is he dead? How can this be possible?!
Several squirrels became alert instantly, and then hurriedly climbed down to check.
But no matter what we did, the one underneath just wouldn't wake up.
At this moment, the chickens in the chicken coop suddenly made strange clucking sounds, one after another.
When I looked again, I saw that they were also swaying, and then gradually crawling down, staggering from side to side. Before they even entered the chicken coop, they closed their eyes!
The big rooster with shiny feathers was in high spirits. In the middle of the night, it jumped up high and stretched its neck.
However, before it could stand firmly, its paws suddenly shook, and then it fell to the grass with a "thump". It took a long time before it stood up, shaking its head. It paced twice, made a soft "cooing" sound, and squatted down again, completely quieting down.
Not far away, the King cautiously let go of the Pumpkin and stood up.
He twitched his nose and sniffed the strange smell in the air, but there was no other smell except the things that Qiao Qiao fed him!
He uttered a low voice, threatening the imaginary enemy, and then stood up uneasily. His huge figure was particularly intimidating in the dim sky.
Then he walked around the chicken coop, but didn't notice anything unusual, nor any smell or footsteps of other people.
"Woof?"
The king tilted his head in surprise.
However, when he moved his ears, he saw the pigs in the pigsty staggering around and bumping into each other. There was even a black pig that was leaning against a tree and was rubbing its body against the bark for some reason.
As he was grinding, he just lay down on the ground.
His belly rose and fell very gently, and it was obvious that he was asleep.
In the heavy shadows of the woods, the king squatted there, raising his front paws back and forth in a strange manner.
…
At Old Song's house, Song Tan, who was helping to serve the dishes, suddenly tilted his head and asked:
"Mom, how much sorghum did you put in when you mixed the food?"
"Not much."
Wu Lan didn't pay much attention to it: "It just so happened that there was only that bag left and it couldn't fit in the freezer, so I just poured it all into the basin. What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Song Tan slowly picked up the plate, and then said: "It's just that I just remembered that our chickens and pigs have never drunk alcohol, and I guess they can't drink much. Let's put less sorghum next time."
"What?" Ulan was stunned.
However, before Song Tan could answer, Qiao Qiao suddenly ran back:
"Sister, what's going on? Dabai and the ducks fell asleep suddenly after dinner and couldn't be woken up even if I poked them!"
"Dabai ate a lot of rice husks and can't be woken up now. How can we protect the ducks at night?"
Qiao Qiao is so anxious.
Wulan's first reaction was: Oh no! Is it a plague
Then I realized—it was wine?!
She looked annoyed: "Oh, isn't this sorghum steamed? How come it still has such a strong alcoholic taste? If I had known I wouldn't have put so much in it."
"What's so strong about steamed alcohol?" The seventh cousin heard a few words and said:
"What about the sorghum? If it doesn't have much alcohol, can you say it's good for bait? It has to make the fish drunk."
Wu Lan was helpless: "I didn't expect that... Dabai is already drunk, this, this, this... this is too drunk."
"It's okay, it's okay," Song Tan quickly comforted her: "Hasn't the surveillance camera been installed? There's one over there in the duck shed. I'll just watch it at night."
"Don't worry, Mom. It will automatically announce when it recognizes a person."
Ulan: …
There was no other way. We couldn't just stand guard all night, could we? We could only remember this lesson.
Just at this moment, Song Youde came over with a group of people and the excavator guy who had just finished his work, took a shower and changed his clothes.
The other person had worked for two days and his skin was now darker, second only to Zhang Yanping who was not at home.
When he saw Wulan, he grinned, revealing his bright white teeth, and asked the same question he asked every day:
"Aunt, what are we eating today?"