Xiao Qingyin: "..."

We've all forgotten that the eagle owl was called a "harbinger of death" by the ancients because it only cries out in the middle of the night, and its cry is somber and mournful.

“Grandmother, this is Owl, the one I raised.”

Han was dumbfounded.

Why do you keep a harbinger bird?

Don't you think it's both adorable and domineering?

As Xiao Qingyin spoke, she beckoned, and the eagle owl landed on her arm, tilting its bird-nest-like head back to look at the pork hanging from the ceiling.

Xiao Qingyin handed it a piece of lean meat, which it opened its mouth and swallowed.

Then look at her with bright, round eyes.

Xiao Qingyin smiled and fed it the whole pound of pork.

"Huff~ Huff~"

The eagle owl, having eaten its fill, flapped its wings and plunged into the twilight.

Watching its disappearing figure, Han chuckled and said, "I didn't see anything cute or domineering about it, all I could see was that it was a big eater."

One bite can be a pound of meat.

You can't afford to raise them without at least a thousand or eight hundred taels of silver.

"It will hunt for itself."

Xiao Qingyin smiled.

"I might give it a small treat occasionally."

That night, Yi Jiu came over to hand in his homework, and Xiao Qingyin asked him, "Have you found the person behind this?"

Yi Shuihan shook his head: "No, the trail has gone cold."

Xiao Qingyin thought for a moment and replied, "This pigment needs to be made with a lot of cow blood, so we can start by examining the cow's blood."

All draft cattle are registered, and any loss or slaughter must be reported.

Following this line might lead us to a clue.

Yi Shuihan nodded.

"Thanks."

He sent people to investigate the whereabouts of the ox, thinking it would take some time to get results, but to his surprise, he found the down-on-his-luck scholar in just five days.