On this day, the autumn air was crisp and the sun rarely came out. Yan Zhengya was lying on the corridor of the main hall with the woolly pig in her arms, basking in the sun. Mao Maozhu found a comfortable position, leaned on Yan Zhengya's stomach, narrowed his eyes, and basked in the sun comfortably.
"Hey, people say that children are the same every day and grow fast, why don't you grow? If you eat like this, the landlord's family will have no food left. Besides, I'm not a stupid landlord, I'm just poor Taoist priest." Yan Zhengya sighed.
"Snoring?" Mao Maozhu looked up at Yan Zhengya who was sighing, stretched out his little hoof and patted Yan Zhengya's stomach, as if to comfort him.
"If this goes on like this, we won't have enough to eat." Yan Zhengya sighed deliberately again, and said with a bitter face.
"Hum!" Maomao Pig stood up, and suddenly ran out.
"Where to?" Yan Zhengya didn't get up. He knew that the woolly pig wouldn't run far, and it would just wander around at most. So he didn't care.
After a while, the hairy pig curled its little tail and ran back screechingly. With a few pieces still in his mouth, he hummed and ran back. Then it was followed by a small squirrel.
Um? Yan Zhengya looked at this scene suspiciously.
Mao Maozhu ran back to Yan Zhengya's side, spit out what was in his mouth, and spit it in front of Yan Zhengya. That's a few pine nuts! The little squirrel behind the hairy pig gestured his paws in disapproval, as if complaining.
Yan Zhengya was stunned for a while, but she regained her senses and asked, "Are you going to grab the pine nuts from the little squirrel for me to eat? Are you afraid I won't be able to eat enough?"
"Snort!" Mao Maozhu pushed the pine nuts in front of Yan Zhengya, and then squeezed the aggrieved squirrel back.
"Hahaha, no, silly boy. I'm very happy, but it's not right to grab the rations of small animals. We don't have to eat this, I'm just kidding you, we can eat enough." Although Yan Zhengya felt amused, she said: Really laughing. But I don't know why, but the warmth in my heart is about to overflow.
Mao Maozhu tilted his head and looked at Yan Zhengya, as if to be sure that they really didn't need this, so he lowered his head and arched the pine nuts on the ground back to the little squirrel. The little squirrel took a few, then turned around and ran away.
And Yan Zhengya looked at the woolly pig lying back to his stomach to bask in the sun, and made sure of one thing. That is, his little wild boar is really smart and can really understand human speech.
This is really strange. He has seen quite a few dogs who can understand their masters, and some cats who can understand them too. But I've never heard that a pig can understand what a person says.
Now, his pig can understand people's words, and he is very considerate to find food for him!
Ah, what's up with that old comforting feeling
"Okay, I'm going to cook, don't run around. Don't keep pushing those chickens, and they won't lay eggs again. I'll see what you eat every morning!" Yan Zhengya told Maomao Pig very seriously.
One of the joys of the woolly pig is to drive the hens in the pen every day. At the beginning, there was a rooster. As soon as he went in to chase the chicken, he was educated by the rooster. He was pecked all over his head and came back to look for Yan Zhengya. But Yan Zhengya was so distressed that she sold the rooster at that time. The rest are hens with little fighting ability.
Then Mao Maozhu went to chase chickens every day, and he never got tired of it.
(End of this chapter)