Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 603 603. The power of sorghum

  The sky gradually darkened.

  Qiaoqiao was so busy that he just came down from the mountain, and put the dog food that Ulan had already prepared on the tricycle, and then climbed up the back mountain again with the pig food bucket.

  The seven pigs had a lot of extra meals today, but when they saw someone coming, they still grunted and chirped loudly. Qiao Qiaoan fed them steadily, and then quickly scooped up the sorghum and rice husks in the pot and poured them into the chicken shed.

  In an instant, all over the mountains and plains, chickens gathered everywhere flew over again, and the whole mountain was slowly filled with a faint fragrance of wine.

  As soon as Qiao Qiao left, the king also put down the pumpkin in his mouth, and looked curiously at the sorghum in the chicken coop that had different rations from his own.

   But soon, he sneezed and buried himself in the pumpkin again.

   And in a corner that he didn't notice, the group of gray-haired squirrels on the mountain, who had been honest for a long time, couldn't bear it anymore, and cautiously went down the tree again.

   Then, taking advantage of the dark night, he quickly and lightly climbed up to the chicken shed.

  Their movements are light and orderly, and their black eyes are fixed on the sorghum that the chickens are pecking at. They really want to taste it!

  But he felt the smell of wine was pungent again, and he hesitated for a while.

  Among them was a gray-haired squirrel who was a little behind. It landed on the ground at this moment, and its two claws were very humanely pawing at its own buttocks, and it didn't dare to move for a while...

  If Song Tan were here, he would definitely find that this was the squirrel he used to make an example of others—at that time, the squirrel's **** was swollen by the little tree sticks!

  It's miserable!

  But soon, new delicacies still attracted their attention, and the mouse nature is hard to change, it has been a long time since they ate it!

  Every day, I look at the good things that the people close to me eat, even the golden retriever vole in the house... Damn, it’s really greedy!

So a few squirrels slid back and forth along the chubby bellies of the chickens, and soon came to the pile of sorghum. Without further ado, they first scooped them up with their small claws, and stuffed them into the cheeks, which were bulging. Be careful and swallow a few...

  Hey, why does it taste delicious and weird?

   But never mind!

   One, two, three...

   They lined up and retreated in an orderly manner? But the smell of sorghum was weird in their mouths, which they had never eaten before. At the same time, there was an indescribable feeling of drunkenness, which made their climbing movements gradually slow down.

   For some reason, my eyes are also a little wobbly—the wind is so strong, why is the tree shaking—

  Several squirrels moved their cheeks strangely, and tried to grab the branches that swayed from side to side, grabbing the bark and sprinting upwards, but for some reason, their hands and feet were soft...

Very sleepy! I'm so dizzy...who is going around in circles...

   Then, there was a "bang" in the pile of leaves, and a gray-haired squirrel fell straight down, limp and unable to get up.

   "Cheep cheep!"

   died? Is this worth it? !

  Several squirrels immediately became vigilant, and then hurriedly climbed down to check.

   But no matter how you do it, the one at the bottom just won't wake up.

   But at this moment, the chickens in the chicken shed suddenly made strange cooing noises, one after another.

   When I looked again, I saw that they were also staggering, and then gradually crawled down, and closed their eyes before entering the chicken coop!

  The big rooster with shiny fur is even more high-spirited. In the middle of the night, it jumped directly to the high place, stretching its neck——

However, before he could stand still, the paws on the bottom suddenly shook, and then fell to the grass again with a "plop". It took a long time to stand up shaking his head, paced around twice, and made a soft "cuckoo" sound, He squatted down again and completely stopped.

   Not far away, the king vigilantly let go of the pumpkin and stood up.

  His nose twitched, sniffing the strange smell in the air carefully, but apart from the things that Qiao Qiao fed, there were no other mixed smells!

  He made a low voice, threatening the unwarranted enemy, and then stood up uneasy. The huge figure was particularly intimidating in the dark sky.

   Then he turned around the chicken coop, but he didn't notice any abnormalities, let alone the smell or footsteps of other people.

   "Wow?"

  The king tilted his head strangely.

   However, the ears were moving, and I saw the pigs in the pigsty swaying around, and even a black pig was stuck on a tree, and for some reason rubbed itself against the bark.

   Grinding and grinding, he took advantage of the situation and lay down directly on the ground.

   Belly rises and falls, exceptionally gently, obviously falling asleep.

  In the dark shadows in the woods, the king squatted there, raising his front paws back and forth strangely.

  …

  In Lao Song's house, Song Tan, who was helping to serve the dishes, suddenly turned his head and asked:

   "Mom, how much sorghum did you put in the mix?"

   "Not much."

  Ulan didn't pay much attention: "It happened that there was only one bag left in the freezer that couldn't fit, 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 just occurred to me that our chickens and pigs have never drank alcohol. I guess they don't drink very well. Next time, let's play this sorghum less."

   "What?" Ulan was taken aback.

  However, before Song Tan could answer, Qiao Qiao suddenly ran back:

   "Sister, what's the matter? Dabai and the ducks suddenly fell asleep after eating, and they couldn't wake up even if they were poked!"

   "Dabai ate a lot of rice husks, and now he can't wake up. How can he protect the ducks at night?"

  Jojo is in a hurry.

  Ulan's first reaction was: It's broken! Don't you have a plague? !

   Then I realized—is it wine? !

  She looked annoyed: "Oh, isn't this sorghum steamed? Why is it still so strong? If I had known, I wouldn't have put so much."

   "Why is the steamed wine so strong?" Seventh Cousin heard a few words, and said casually:

   "You mean sorghum? If it doesn't have strong alcoholic strength, can you use it to make nests? You have to let those fish get drunk."

  Ulan was helpless: "I didn't expect it either... Dabai was already drunk, this, this... this must be too drunk."

   "It's okay, it's okay," Song Tan quickly comforted her: "Isn't the surveillance installed? There is one over the duck shed, and I can just keep an eye on the surveillance at night."

   "Mom, don't worry. It recognizes people and will automatically broadcast."

  Ulan: …

  Then there is no other way, people can't keep watch all night, right? Just remember the lesson.

   At this moment, Song Youde came with a group of people, as well as the excavator boy who had just finished his work, took a shower and changed his clothes.

  The other party has been working for two days, and now his skin is getting darker, second only to Zhang Yanping who is not at home.

  Seeing Ulan, he grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and asked what he had to ask every day:

   "Auntie, what are you eating today?"

   Squirrel: I am addicted to alcohol, I won’t tell you!

   Pigs: It’s good to be drunk. It’s not painful to kill a pig when you’re drunk...Hey, why is the meat so delicious?

   Here comes Buffy! Will Concubine Wan Gui be far behind?

   Let’s write after I finish eating, I’m so tired, I’m exhausted.

  (end of this chapter)