Siheyuan: Eastern Qigong Master

"Haha! Little white dog, if you miss my wife, you want to go to the city." Ning Xiaoming said humorously.

"You are the puppy." Qin Huairu said coquettishly, and her hand quickly appeared on the soft flesh on Ning Xiaoming's waist and twisted it hard.

Ning Xiaoming's mouth opened in pain.

Qin Huairu giggled and glared at Ning Xiaoming, meaning to say, see if you dare to call me a puppy again in the future.

Ning Xiaoming and Qin Huairu returned to the village.

After asking the villagers, I found out that the little white dog was the widow Zhang from the village.

Arrived at Widow Zhang's house.

Widow Zhang is in her fifties, with wrinkles all over her face, and looks about sixty-seven.

Widow Zhang married into Qinjia Village and gave birth to a son. Before the son was a month old, her husband went hunting in the mountains to nourish her body, but he was killed by a tiger.

She raised her son with great difficulty and remained a widow for more than 30 years. Now she has many children and grandchildren.

In order to seek revenge, the son raised an ordinary Chinese pastoral dog and trained it for hunting.

He raised more than a dozen dogs, but failed to hunt tigers. Instead, he delivered food to the tigers.

This man's tiger was eventually hunted down by the guerrillas.

Although the tiger died, I was used to raising dogs, so I kept them.

In recent years, we have been unable to feed ourselves, so we bought many dogs, leaving only one female dog.

Some time ago, three puppies were born.

The other two were sold, leaving only the little white dog.

According to the ancients' view of dog's appearance, the little white dog is not a hunting dog.

But the dog physiognomy technique is completely opposite for Xiaobai.

Because the little white dog was not suitable to be a hunting dog, no one wanted it.

Widow Zhong and her family didn't like the little white dog either. If the little white dog wasn't smart, it would have starved to death long ago.

The little white dog’s brothers have all left Qinjia Village, and the little white dog also yearns for the outside world, so he waits under the bridge at the entrance of the village for his owner to take him away.

Came to Widow Zhong's house.

Widow Zhong was holding a baby and basking in the sun in the small courtyard.

"Auntie!"

"Huai Ru, you are back to your parents' home. Come in and sit down." Widow Zhong was very enthusiastic.

"Aunt, I have to go back to the city, so I won't sit anymore. I came here to buy your little white dog. I wonder if it is for sale?" Qin Huairu went straight to the point. She didn't want to stay too long, otherwise it would be too late to go back.

"That's a money-losing commodity, Huairu, if you like it, just take it away, no charge." Widow Zhong is quite kind and honest, otherwise she wouldn't have been a widow for thirty years.

"How can this be? Tell me how much you want! I want the little white dog." Qin Huairu said generously.

Widow Zhong and her family particularly hate the little white dog.

The dogs in their house are all hunting dogs and can be sold for a good price.

The appearance of a little white dog with bad appearance is a shame to them, so they abuse the little white dog.

The clever little white dog naturally did not consider Widow Zhong’s house as his home.

"Huai Ru, I really don't want money. If you give me money, it means you look down on me." Widow Zhong is a man of her words. She doesn't want money and that means she doesn't want money.

Ning Xiaoming summoned half a jackal from the strange space on his ring finger.

The jackal has been braised and is served steaming hot with a fragrant aroma.

When Widow Zhong smelled the meat, her mouth started watering.

"Aunt, if you don't want money, just accept the jackal meat. Otherwise, you will not recognize me as your niece." Qin Huairu said cunningly.

"Okay! Thank you." Widow Zhong accepted the jackal meat with a smile on her face.

I didn't expect to get more by giving the little white dog away for free.

More than twenty kilograms of jackal meat in exchange for a little white dog. No matter how you look at it, Widow Zhong made a profit.

Even if it's a hunting dog, it's still a profit.

A beagle usually costs about ten dollars.

More than twenty pounds of jackal meat cost at least twenty dollars, so the little white dog was sold for the price of two little hunting dogs.

The little white dog is not in good condition and can be sold for two or three dollars at most.

There is no need to buy the little white dog, just bring it back to the city.

I couldn't bear to go back to my parents' home and steal a dog from her village, so I decided to buy it to give myself peace of mind.

Soon returned to the creek bridge.

Ning Xiaoming had just stopped the car when the little white dog cheered and jumped onto the back rack of the tricycle.

Yi Zhonghai and an old lady also got on the car.

Ning Xiaoming took out some jackal meat for Yi Zhonghai and the others to eat.

The little white dog also got a piece of meat. It was so happy that it jumped up and down on the back rack and kept rubbing against Yi Zhonghai and his wife's legs, which made Yi Zhonghai and his wife like the little white dog very much.

"Man, hurry up!"

"Chirp!" It's a very loud sound, and very pleasant to hear.

"Thrush." ​​Yi Zhonghai and others screamed!

"I didn't expect the voice is so beautiful. If we catch it alive, we will be rich. We can definitely sell it for a good price." Qin Huairu sighed as she looked at the thrush on the branch in the distance.

Many people in Beijing are used to walking their birds, and there are also bird singing competitions as entertainment.

It is not a problem to sell a good thrush for a few hundred dollars.

There are many thrushes in the grove, but only one is singing. The others are silent, which means that this thrush is the king among them.

"Little white dog, go and bring the thrush back. Don't hurt it." Ning Xiaoming said to the little white dog.

Unexpectedly, the little white dog nodded.

Orchid finger!

The thrush suddenly fell from the tree.

The little white dog jumped out of the car quickly and ran over.

Soon the thrush was brought back by the little white dog.

Qin Huairu took the eyebrow embroidery and looked surprised.

The little white dog didn't hurt the thrush.

And Huamei was not dead and had no injuries, she just fainted.

"Ding! Taming experience +1."

Ning Xiaoming was ecstatic. He didn't expect that by asking the little white dog to fetch the thrush, he would actually acquire the skill of animal taming.

Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

"If this thrush were alive, it would definitely sell for a good price. It's a pity that it's dead."

Qin Huairu said with a smile.

"He's not dead, you see."

Qin Huairu grabbed the thrush's wings and stretched them in front of Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai saw that Huamei's eyes were ringing, its claws were struggling constantly, its neck was twisted, and it was trying to peck Qin Huairu's hand, looking very ferocious.

"He's really still alive." An old lady screamed.

"Haha! It can be sold for at least dozens of dollars!" Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

Return to Sijiucheng.

Come to the flower and bird market.

The flower and bird market, which was very prosperous before, is now deserted.

If people are not even full, who would want to walk their birds for fun?

Walk into a shop.

"Old Liu! Why are you buying thrushes at such a high price? You know the current situation, people are hungry, so there is no market for flowers and birds. Alas! In a few days, I will have to close my shop too."

The shop owner does not specialize in birds, but flowers.

Fortunately, it mainly sells medicinal herbs and flowers, otherwise it would have closed long ago.

"Money is not a problem. The most important thing is to get the best. Please give me more." Old Liu pleaded.

"It's difficult! You know, those who used to hunt thrushes and yellow warblers have all changed their careers." The boss sighed.

Qin Huairu walked into the shop holding her eyebrow buds.

Inside the shop, two middle-aged men were drinking tea and chatting.

The boss was surprised when he saw the eyebrow drawing in Qin Huairu's hand.

"Comrade, what can I do for you?"