Chapter 142: Three-in-one kissed the little devil with such a big breath...
The snow-white headlights from the front of the three-wheeled motorcycle fell on the road surface that was compacted into ice, reflecting bright light in the dark night and illuminating the road ahead.
The three-wheeled motorcycle rumbled forward, and the dark woods on both sides of the road retreated silently in the darkness. Jinhua curiously put his paw on the bed of the three-wheeled motorcycle and peeked in. The night wind blowing in its face made Jinhua's beard move. It shook its head, but still couldn't get rid of the wind that followed it like a shadow. Instead, it was blown to sneeze twice.
But this did not reduce its curiosity. It lowered its head and finished sneezing, then continued to stick its head out of the truck bed again. The light reflected from the headlights in front of it formed a white circle of light in Jinhua's pupils. Jinhua's fur danced in the wind, and it looked very unrestrained and free.
It, Jinhua, is the most powerful tiger in these deep mountains and old forests!
If you don’t believe it, just look around. Whether it’s the Changbai Mountains or the Greater Khingan Range, whether it’s the Siberian leopard or the pheasant, has any of them ever enjoyed such treatment?
Jinhua holds its head high and chest out. Not to mention anything else, it is Jinhua, the pioneer among wild beasts, and the real Nanbowan in the old forests of Northeast China!
After all, it is a gas-guzzling machine. Even though it only has three wheels, it certainly runs faster than other people walking.
By the time other public security comrades escorted the group of devils back to the police station, Song Ruan's statement was almost finished.
While taking the statement, Song Ruan, while praising his own bravery and fearlessness, also specially praised Jinhua's contribution. Jinhua, this mischievous elf, usually pretended to be mentally retarded and didn't understand anything when asked to do a job, but now he could understand what people said and cooperated with the performance with his body.
For example,
Song Ruan covered his chest with his hands, feeling distressed. "From their conversation, I guessed that this group of people had bad intentions and were of different identities, but after all, there were five of them, so I gave an order to Jinhua -"
Jinhua, who was lying prone on the ground, stood up with a start, let out a roar, slightly bent his hind legs and exerted force, and pounced over like a golden lightning. His two front paws pressed heavily on the ground as if he was holding down something and moving, showing them a majestic tiger descending the mountain.
For example,
Song Ruan said passionately: "The two Diets who were pinned down were still unwilling to accept the defeat and wanted to fight back. Jinhua acted decisively and gave them a palm strike..."
Jinhua cooperated by supporting herself with her two hind legs and stood up. She flapped her two front paws in the air in a series of 18 movements. Her paws were powerful and fierce, and she performed a set of smooth and flowing mosquito-repellent palms on everyone.
For example,
Song Ruan slammed the table like a storyteller, and said indignantly: "Those sinister enemies still refused to give up, and they were about to be wiped out by us, so they jumped over the wall in desperation and pounced on Jinhua from behind--"
Jinhua rolled over on the ground, waving his tail sharply and deftly, and whipped it violently, making a swishing sound in the air, like a steel whip, and suddenly hit Song Ruan's back of the chair.
Chairs these days are all made of wood, and because of the shortage of resources, they are repaired or patched as much as possible. One chair is passed down for three generations. He has witnessed the promotion and resignation of various directors and is also a veteran-level figure. Scratch that, the chair was broken, and it was hit by Jinhua's tail, and two parts flew off on the spot.
Song Ruan:! ! !
She was still sitting on the chair, and the piece of wood that was swung by Jinhua came towards her like a hidden weapon. She reacted quickly and raised her head, and the piece of wood almost brushed her nose. She barely avoided the critical hit from her teammate. She lowered her head and glared at Jinhua.
What are you doing? Are you feeling proud?
Then he saw Jinhua standing there stiffly as if frozen, the flesh on his tiger face twitching slightly, his whiskers moving, and it looked like he was trying hard to hold back a grin.
Oh, oh, oh! !
If it weren't for the hair on its face, Jinhua could have performed a stunning show on the spot - don't be fooled by the fact that it calls its tail a steel whip, because this is only an adjective, not a noun. At first glance, it looks very powerful that it whipped the chair back with its tail, but the chair cover is after all made of wood, not cotton. The flying sawdust looks beautiful, but in fact, whoever whips it knows it, and whoever whips it feels the pain.
But for the sake of its reputation as Grandma Jinhua and the heroic tiger, it gritted its teeth and managed not to howl out.
But when he looked at Song Ruan, there were hints of tears in his round tiger eyes.
Aaaah, you evil bitch, its tail, its tail hurts so much!
Jinhua's tail twitched slightly, and she seemed to be trying to curl up. Every time she moved, it hurt even more, and she moved slowly and carefully on the ground like a dying rotten snake.
Tsk, at first glance, it looks both pitiful and cute.
Song Ruan's original annoyance disappeared under this situation. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Jin Hua with a teasing expression:
Hey, little flower, weren’t you floating very high just now? You float, you float again.
Jinhua tried hard to keep her fierce face straight, control her unsteady steps, and walked back with a steady pace.
Fortunately, it has a lot of hair on its face, and no one can see its fragility under the fur except Song Ruan, the owner who has been with it for so long and knows its bad temper very well. She knows what kind of shit it is going to do as soon as Jinhua wags its tail.
Everybody was cheering - that Wo Diet had been taken to the interrogation room, but even if he was an enemy spy, he couldn't be shot once captured. He had to go through the relevant procedures and report for approval, and he had to be interrogated thoroughly. Now he was still reporting to the superiors. They had nothing else to do, so everybody came to Song Ruan to watch her take the statement.
——After all, while taking the statement with a tiger, the tiger was still jumping and leaping as it recreated the scene. This is an unprecedented and unparalleled scene.
How rare!
You have to know that their country doesn't even have a zoo, and those who see tigers and wolves in the wild have basically entered the Garden of Eden. You can imagine how rare Jinhua is to them - not to mention that Jinhua is as smart as a human and can even perform shows!
Everyone was watching with great interest. The crowd almost formed a circle outside the door, and their eyes were shining.
Under such circumstances, Jinhua’s idol burden becomes even heavier.
It licked its nose tremblingly, trying hard to endure the pain from the tip of its tail and appear calm.
No matter what, it doesn’t hurt. This is the strength of the king of beasts.
…
Oooooh, it hurts! ! !
Goldflower screamed inside of her woodchuck.
Song Ruan sat there and continued to brag: "Yes, the conspiracy and tricks of these snakes, rats, insects and ants can't be hidden from us at all - even Jinhua can see their evil intentions..."
Jinhua, who was crying and licking her wound secretly, suddenly changed her expression, stood up again with her head held high, took graceful cat steps, and curled her tail reservedly - it was still too painful to curl it up, so she stopped curling it and instead lifted it up slightly, revealing the arrogance of a sweeping monk.
Song Ruan's story was full of ups and downs, and everyone exclaimed in amazement. Several female comrades who had just joined the company scrambled to pour water for Song Ruan, while the male comrades had a special liking for the beast and surrounded Jinhua without taking their eyes away.
But it was a tiger after all. Although it acted like a big cat in front of Song Ruan, it was still majestic in front of outsiders. Therefore, no one dared to attack it directly, but only watched with burning eyes.
The comrades in charge of publicity even came over to take a few photos of them, saying that they wanted to publicize their heroic behavior.
This was exactly what Song Ruan wanted.
She took out a handkerchief from her pocket - actually from the space, asked the chattering female comrades around her for some hot water, and carefully wiped Jinhua's face.
Up and down, inside and out, just like a grandmother rubbing her grandson, she rubbed the golden flowers into airplane ears.
Jinhua felt a little uncomfortable. She cried, shook her head and stretched out her claws, trying to run away, but Song Ruan held her down forcefully.
Without moving her lips, she whispered in Jinhua's ear, "Whether you can have a stable job in the future and live a life of ease and comfort, with others serving you all your life, depends on this one move. It's up to you to decide."
Jinhua stopped moving.
It raised its face obediently: Damn! Damn it! Wipe it well!
Song Ruan smoothed its fur and rubbed its white scarf again. The cat's fur was originally black, and due to its body structure, it couldn't lie on the ground and roll around like Jinhua from time to time. The fur on its face was very clean, so it escaped the disaster.
Song Ruan was hoping that Jinhua would be featured in the newspapers and some zoo would take a fancy to it, so she specially put it in the front and taught it to strike a majestic posture. Its dignified appearance showed nothing of its usual naughty and scoundrel nature. As for the zoo finding out that the tiger was not what it had hoped for after taking it back... it had already been taken in anyway.
Just like the heroines in the mother's novels who were deceived by matchmakers and got engaged and married. After marriage, they found out that their husbands had one, two, three, four, five, six, or seven confidantes, their mother-in-law was sarcastic and mean, their father-in-law was irrelevant, their sister-in-law was arrogant and domineering, and their brother-in-law was a devil. But they were already married and had children, so what else could they do? They had to work hard and make do with it. They couldn't get divorced anyway.
Besides, Jinhua has a good political reputation for helping the police catch Dite. It is just a tiger that will never have a career in politics and pose a threat to other people's status. It also has a bit of legendary color that can attract people. In this era, it is like being coated with gold. No zoo would be so stupid as to abuse it.
Song Ruan considered everything very comprehensively.
In this way, one man, two tigers and one donkey took their first photo with the wall of the police station as the background.
By the time this process was completed, the sky outside had grown even darker, as thick as an insoluble piece of ink, with even snowflakes floating in the air.
After all, Song Ruan had made a contribution and came here to help supplement the relevant circumstances and clues. We couldn't ask her to walk such a long mountain road back in the dark and snow in the middle of the night. If it got out, it would seem that the public security department was inhumane and harsh to the hero.
But they couldn't stay in a guesthouse with Jinhua and the white scarf - was they trying to scare the waiters or other guests to death? If they didn't bring Jinhua and left her alone in their guesthouse - was they trying to scare their own comrades to death?
Looking at Jinhua like this, he looks very powerful and very lovable, but if you were on night shift and came out of the toilet in the middle of the night and met it alone... you would be scared to death.
So the leader of the police station arranged a duty lounge for Song Ruan, and asked her to take Jinhua and others to sleep in it, and go back the next day. He also emphasized to close the door and not let Jinhua run out in the middle of the night.
Of course Song Ruan should agree.
While walking towards the lounge with Jinhua, Song Ruan met Zhou Yougen wearing a silver bracelet in the corridor.
Compared with that group of pure Japanese devils, he was a second-rate Japanese devil after all, with a different identity. He was also the village party secretary of a brigade, which had a very bad influence. Therefore, he was taken to another interrogation room alone for interrogation first.
I ran into Song Ruan head-on.
Zhou Yougen looked at the culprit who caused him to enter the palace with a sinister look on his face. His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth: "You are a girl, and you have caused so much trouble. You will not have a good ending!"
Oh my, what a stray dog, how dare you talk to her like that.
The police officers escorting him glared at him, but before they could scold him, Song Ruanxian spoke with his hands on his hips in a haughty manner.
"If you don't know, you might think you kissed a Japanese soldier and you're so angry. Your eyes are not as big as your nostrils, but your evil heart is bigger than your head. You will not have a good ending. Ha, don't judge others by your narrow-minded eyes that are about to be shot. I did such a sinister thing, but I am upholding justice. The Party and the people will remember me!"
Song Ruan looked Zhou Yougen up and down, and then landed on his bruised pig head. "I have also actively practiced the good virtue of supporting justice. You are unjust, so I support you with all my might."
The police officers around couldn't help but burst out laughing.
It was like a switch was flipped, and the laughter started one after another.
Zhou Yougen was so angry that his dark face turned red, his eyes bulged like a frog, and he struggled to pounce on her and fight her to the death: "You bitch..."
Jinhua was feeling unhappy because his tail hurt, so he slapped him with his paw and knocked him down. Then he turned around and kicked him.
Boom! Boom!
Zhou Yougen's eyes were evenly covered with dark bruises from donkey hoof marks.
Song Ruan laughed and went up to punch him twice, "You are such a jerk that you deserve to be kicked by a donkey. I will teach you a lesson. We are the people of a country of etiquette, but you are rude, unmannered and unrighteous, so I will punch you."
Zhou Yougen was so angry that his face turned blue, white, and purple. He looked like an overturned paint palette with all kinds of colors. He almost flew into the sky and roared to fight back, but the public security comrades around him held him down tightly, so he could only rage helplessly.
Song Ruan led the donkey-tiger squad, and the group of people (animals) strode away from Zhou Yougen in a heroic and high-spirited manner.
The police station's lounge was already in good condition, and because Song Ruan was a hero, everyone cleaned it up in advance. There was a full charcoal fire burning inside, the quilt on the kang was soft, and there was a large thermos of hot water and an empty basin on the table, which could be used for simple wiping.
Song Ruan had a good sleep and had breakfast at the police station the next day. Even Jinhua was fed until her belly was full. After all, Chinese people have one thing in common: when they like someone, no matter if it is a person or an animal, the most direct way to express their love is to feed them.
Haven’t you seen the internet-famous wolf in later generations, which was fed with garlic hairs by enthusiastic tourists in just one month?
The group of people ate and took things at the same time, and were only allowed to leave after the food was stuffed into their throats.
Jinhua burped as she walked, and stopped after walking two steps to slow down for a while. Song Ruan found a branch to support herself. When the squad came, they were full of vigor and heroic spirit, but when they went back, they walked slowly and gasped for breath after every two steps, just like defeated shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
After returning home, everyone lay down or collapsed, not wanting to move at all.
The stench in the yard was still lingering, but Song Ruan did not continue to run up the mountain with Jinhua.
After all, the leaders of the police station said that they would report their contributions and help them apply for rewards. But Diet is not a trivial matter after all, and it will take some time to go through the whole process. She will be notified when the results come out.
Song Ruan was very happy.
So even the still smelly yard seemed bearable.
——It doesn’t matter if it stinks. What if you run to the deep mountains and forests and even though there is no smell, you will miss the reward. That would be a huge loss.
Song Ruan pinched her nose and waited.
But this taste is really...
It appears and disappears, like a small stinky hand, hiding in the corners, holding a lute and half covering its face. You think it has disappeared, but it suddenly jumps out from the corner and pokes you in the nose and sinuses with its claws, giving you a heavy blow that goes straight to your soul.
The most important thing is that there may be something wrong with human nature. Sometimes, maybe because we are used to not being able to smell it, we will still hesitate in our hearts - is it really gone? Then I took a big gulp, and there it was again.
I have to let my heart, which has been hanging in the air, completely die, only then will I feel comfortable.
Song Ruan frantically recited the Diamond Sutra in his heart, trying to divert his attention.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, Namo Amitabha. Monks do not tell lies...
Look, it's all irrelevant and has made people lose their minds due to the smoke.
Just as I was wasting time in boredom, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Song Ruan was dizzy from the faint smell and collapsed on the bed like a puddle of mud, not wanting to move. Then he randomly picked an unlucky guy from the three who were also dizzy:
"Go, White Scarf, go and open the door."
The white scarf didn't want to move either, and tried to get away with meowing under a pinched voice, but was hit on the butt by its mother's tail.
go!
The evil bitch called you and you didn't go. What if that evil bitch called me instead and asked me to go? The vicious woman doesn't beat the kid often, but she will beat it hard!
When it comes to being lazy, Jinhua is very smart.
The white-collared kid was beaten by his own mother like a ball, rolling on the ground. He scratched the ground with his little paws angrily but couldn't resist, so he walked to the door reluctantly, howling.
In order to make it easier for these little animals to help with work after being ordered around, Song Ruan specially added a ground-length hemp rope behind the door bolt. Bai Shuai bit the end of the hemp rope and pulled it outwards. With a click, the door bolt opened.
The little furry face with a white scarf is looking out with its head held high. It wants to see who is so idle in the middle of winter that is not idle enough to come over to them... Oh, the neighbor next door who can weave little balls for it to play with.
Ning Yuan held the basket in his hand, took out a newly woven wicker ball from it, squatted down and handed it to Bai Shapi.
This one is even more exquisite than the previous ones. Not only are the vines on the outside combed neatly, but the middle is hollow with two pebbles placed inside. When the ball rolls, the pebbles make a crisp sound when they collide, and the ball rolls farther under the inertia of the stones. It is very fun.
With a paw of the white scarf, the little ball rolled away again, swaying. With a clanging sound, the two little ears of the white scarf stood up smartly, and it pounced and bit it to chase after it.
Well, this person is a good person and not a vicious person for now.
White Scarf withdrew his bared fangs, bit the small ball in his mouth, and raised his tail high like a javelin. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Song Ruan was lying on the kang, still too lazy to move, and asked lazily, "Who is it?"
The white scarf whimpered indistinctly, and from the tone one could tell it was quite gentle.
Well, I have a good relationship with the white scarf.
Song Ruan thought about it in her mind and had some vague guesses in her mind.
Hearing Song Ruan's voice, Ning Yuan unconsciously tightened his hand holding the basket. His face was visibly nervous, but also a little happy. He said in a clear voice, "Song, Comrade Song, it's me."
"Ning Yuan..." Song Ruan recognized his voice from the sound of the wind and called out, "Come in and get on the kang."
Seeing Ning Yuan holding a basket, he was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Ning Yuan had prepared himself mentally outside, but when he saw her in real life, his face couldn't help but turn red again, like the fine white porcelain produced by Ding Kiln, with a layer of rouge on the surface.
His mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. He nervously handed the basket over and said, "I, I made a pair of gloves for you."
As if he thought this was too dry, he hurriedly took the gloves out of the basket and began to explain, "I... I saw that you washed Jinhua with bare hands last time, so I made you a pair of sheepskin gloves. I sewed them very tightly, so they are waterproof, and there is also fluff inside, so they are warm."
He was promoting his products like a shopping guide, but while the other shopping guides wanted money, he gave them away for free, even though he was afraid that the other party would not accept them. He looked as eagerly as if he was going to hand the bone he had carefully selected in his mouth to your puppy.
Song Ruan didn't react immediately and didn't reach out immediately.
Ning Yuan thought Song Ruan didn't like it, and he stammered and racked his brains to continue introducing the advantages of the gloves: "I, I washed them several times, and soaked them in boiled water, and there is no bad smell... I hammered the fluff inside, and it doesn't prick my hands at all, and it's very warm, really."
He looked like a mother trying to sell the best product in the building and trying her best to please the customers.
But Song Ruan didn't move, and he didn't dare to go up and stuff it in, for fear that his tough attitude would annoy people.
Song Ruan looked at Ning Yuan who was so nervous that he was almost at a loss. He climbed up from the kang, shook out a small quilt specially used to entertain guests, and said, "How can this be so embarrassing... Hurry up and get on the kang to warm yourself up. It's so cold standing down there."
"I'm sorry, I offered it to you on my own initiative. I'm sorry to trouble you by saying it." Ning Yuanlian said.
These words... made even someone as thick-skinned as her feel a little embarrassed.
Although not much.
Song Ruan clicked her tongue in her heart, but she took it without any hesitation.
Seeing Song Ruan extending her hand, Ning Yuan happily sorted out the sheepskin gloves, smoothed them out, folded them together, and wanted to hand them neatly to Song Ruan.
Unexpectedly, the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made. In a panic, he handed the basket over as well. Song Ruan saw at a glance a handful of brown, gray and black hay in it.
Ning Yuan was afraid that Song Ruan would misunderstand him as someone who didn't like cleanliness, so he explained anxiously: "This is dried mugwort... I thought that since you and Grandma Sun's house are so close, there might be a little smell, so I wanted to fumigate your room, and then go to the wall next to you and Grandma Sun's house to fumigate it, maybe it will be better."
Speaking of this, Song Ruan perked up, and sat up suddenly as if there was a spring in his waist, his eyes sparkling: "Don't tell me, this smell really makes me... Yue... You are such a good person! You are so considerate, you are such a rare good comrade!"
With just these few words, Ning Yuan's face turned red again, and the redness even spread to his ears, like a ripe tomato, reflecting the bright sunlight.
He quickly replied excitedly: "Then I will fumigate you every morning and evening, so that the smell will be less."
Look at her, she is virtuous, dexterous and beautiful. Song Ruan is holding a sheepskin glove. The outer layer of the sheepskin is soft and delicate, and the inner layer of the fleece is thick and dense. She is amazed in her heart, what a thoughtful little cutie.
Of course, the most important thing is to be beautiful.
If it's not pretty, the line would be "You're nice but don't bother."
Don’t tell the nonsense that good looks can’t be eaten. Good looks can’t be eaten, but they can make people happy physically and mentally and eat more bowls of rice.
As for nonsense like being lustful and superficial, you don't even need to listen to it. What's good about a person who is not lustful? Being poor and ugly, how are you?
Thinking of this, Song Ruan's eyes became gentler and kinder.
Ning Yuan pursed his lips nervously under Song Ruan's smiling gaze. He was somewhat glad that he had changed his clothes and washed his hair before going out. Now he should be clean and tidy overall and would not leave a bad impression on her.
He held his breath, and quietly straightened his back a little, like a young poplar showing off its branches and leaves.
But it was not good to take other people's things for free, so Song Ruan quickly browsed through the system mall and placed an order for a pen.
She pretended to say, "It's New Year's Day, and I've prepared a New Year's gift for you. I'm giving it to you now. Wait for me to find it."
Ning Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, with some disbelief and excitement, and even his voice was a little stuttering: "Here, you prepared a gift for me?"
Song Ruan asked the system to pack it for her quickly. The system tied a bow on the pen case with a bag while cursing, and then put it in Kangqin's box attentively.
Song Ruan crawled over, pretended to search for a while, and took out the pen case.
"Look!"
"I heard from the captain that you have good writing skills, so I bought you a pen. I wish you better writing skills in the new year."
Ning Yuan took it carefully, his face flushed with excitement: "Thank you, thank you! I will!"
I have already started to think about where to place this pen on the desk.
It can’t be placed next to the table, what if it accidentally hits the ground and breaks; it can’t be placed in the pen holder, this is a gift from Song Ruan to him, how can he just pile it up with those ordinary pens? What if those careless pens get bumped and leave scratches? It is better to place it alone on the side of the table against the wall. It is safer, but it may get dusty, so you have to make a pen cover to cover it.
His mind was full of thoughts, and he was like a chicken with blood pumped up. He didn't even sit on the kang, but walked away with the basket in his hand: "I'll fumigate the room for you first."
You couldn't stop calling her. She was like an industrious little bee, holding the burning mugwort stick and fumigating it up and down, not leaving out any corner. She was so meticulous.
You know what, the smell is really covered up by doing this.
Afraid that the wind would bring the smell from next door over again, Ning Yuan fumigated the wall near Sun Po's toilet several times, then leaned over to Sun Po's yard and fumigated it again. Finally, he skillfully used mugwort leaves and branches to weave a net-like rattan and hung it on the wall. In this way, even if the wind blew, the smell of the mugwort could be buffered first.
Song Ruan was so amazed that she praised Ning Yuan highly.
Ning Yuan blushed due to the praise, his cheeks almost blushed, but his eyes were sparkling as if there were two stars hidden in them.
A man praised by his sweetheart is more useful than a donkey. From then on, Ning Yuan went to Song Ruan's house to fumigate every morning and evening, rain or shine, more punctual than clocking in for work. He even tried hard to overcome his social phobia and went to Sun Pozi's house to fumigate with mugwort, trying to solve the odor problem at the source. The mugwort he had stored at home was used up, so he went to the captain's house to get the stock.
The captain was so scared that he thought Ning Yuan couldn't afford to eat during the New Year and was eating grass every day.
The smell of mugwort has been lingering in Song Ruan's yard for more than half a month. The stench has almost dissipated, but the results of the treatment have not yet been announced.
But this is understandable - after all, Dieter still needs to investigate and dig deeper, and only when everything is almost settled can he determine the credit based on the severity of the entire incident. Moreover, this is not something that can be decided by just one person, and several meetings will have to be held to discuss it. In addition, it was just after the Chinese New Year, and all departments had just started to operate...
Song Ruan can understand.
But she is really boring.
The thousands of miles of ice in the north are indeed beautiful, but the sky and the earth are all white and crystal clear. It's boring after seeing it for a long time. It's not convenient to go out and play with snow everywhere. It's fun to make snowmen and slide once or twice. The excitement can cover up the cold, but after too many times, it's boring and the cold still prevails.
Song Ruan stayed curled up on the kang all day, feeling that her waist was about to break and her buttocks were flattened.
She was bored and pulled Jinhua's hair every day. Jinhua was a Siberian tiger that grew thick and long hair in winter to withstand the cold, but she almost turned Jinhua into a vulture in summer.
Jinhua has become familiar with Ning Yuan, who always comes here to check in. She bit Ning Yuan's clothes and cried, trying to get Ning Yuan to persuade this crazy woman.
Ning Yuan hesitated for a while in front of Song Ruan, and said that he could help Song Ruan make the hair dropped by Jinhua into felt for Song Ruan to play with.
He made two and they looked lifelike, so Song Ruan became more motivated to pull Jinhua's hair.
Well, at least we can ensure that there is no loose hair on Jinhua's body, and it will never eat too much hair and vomit hair balls again.
Jinhua: ...
Jinhua: 6
You two-legged animals are really not human.
That day, Song Ruan was playing with Jinhua's tail with her left hand, and spinning Jinhua's small felt with her right hand. She was feeling leisurely, when suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
Hey, it’s not time for Ning Yuan to come yet.
But if it were the Sun family next door, they would definitely not be so polite.
Since she was free anyway, Song Ruan put on her slippers and walked to the door to open it.
The postman said skillfully, "Comrade Song Ruan, right?"
Song Ruan nodded.
The postman turned around, took out three packages from the back seat, and took out a stack of letters from his messenger bag, put them on top, and handed them to her together: "Your letters and packages."
There was a huge pile of stuff. Song Ruan's eyes almost popped out. Question marks circled around her head, "Are these all mine?"
She thought about it over and over again, but she really couldn't think of anyone who would send her so many things. Look at the pile of letters, it's almost enough to publish a book.
The postman quickly checked the package and envelope and said with certainty, "Yes, it's yours. Look, the name is yours."
It’s true!
Song Ruan took it in confusion, her hands weighed down by the packages. Looking at the postman's cheeks blown red by the north wind, she invited him into the house to warm up for a while.
The postman looked at the half-grown tiger with white scarf rubbing against Song Ruan's feet, and politely but firmly rejected her invitation. He put one foot on the pedal, stepped on the ground with the other foot twice, got on the bike, rang the bell and drove away.
Song Ruan carried the things into the house and closed the door behind her. The package held against her chest gave off a faint aroma of meat.
Jinhua, who was originally lying lazily on the ground, stood up suddenly.
OK, that’s confirmed, it’s meat.
Song Ruan opened the packages. Some of them contained dried rabbits, chickens and ducks, some contained canned fruits, and she also found a golden knitted hat with a big golden flower woven on the front.
Song Ruan subconsciously put the hat on her head, and it ended up covering her entire face like a giant basket. She touched the sides of the hat and wanted to adjust it, but accidentally felt two seams.
Her hand reached in unhindered and touched her hair.
Song Ruan:? ? ?
Are you sure this hat was sent to her?
No, it’s at this size and doesn’t look like it’s meant for people to wear.
She stroked the hat and pulled it out, then took out four socks from another package.
This sock is even more outrageous. It is like a cylinder. Song Ruan gestured to make a fist and put his hands in it. Hey, he put both hands into fists and there was still enough space.
What size feet are these?
Song Ruan frowned, unable to imagine who would give her such a thing.
She flipped through it again, pulled out a letter, and opened it.
Yes, it’s for Jinhua.
It was not easy to buy newspapers in the village. Even at the purchasing station of the commune, only old newspapers were available. Moreover, newspapers these days only reported political events and were not very interesting. Therefore, Song Ruan was not very concerned. Of course, she did not know that more than a week ago, their local daily newspaper had published a story about their donkey-tiger group's heroic capture of the enemy, and it was also accompanied by the photo they took at the police station.
Tigers catching enemy spies, what a legendary and politically correct event - look, even the tigers can't stand these scheming snakes, rats, insects and ants, and they take the initiative to help us punish the traitors and eliminate evil. This shows how correct our revolution is, how united we are, and how encouraging it is. Report it, it must be reported!
The enemy spies are snakes, rats, insects and ants who are scheming and plotting, while Jinhua is naturally a heroic figure of justice and glory.
This era is also an era that attaches great importance to heroic spirit. The images of two prairie sisters guarding the sheep have been made into pictures and printed on biscuit boxes. The "Heroic Prairie Sisters" biscuits have become a household name for high-end biscuits.
Not to mention, the photo showed Jinhua looking very dignified, coupled with Song Ruan's praise for Jinhua in the report, the story was full of ups and downs, the ending was satisfactory, and catching the enemy spy itself was a great achievement. The overall tone was both red and professional, so this report was soon reprinted in higher-level provincial newspapers, and even the People's Daily gave it a small paragraph.
The "Hero Tiger" golden flower has become famous and has its own pollen.
Feeding them whatever they like, making their bellies round and faces fat, with food piled up to their throats, is probably the common hobby and characteristic of all Chinese people.
This is the origin of those dried chickens, rabbits and ducks.
Even though no one is rich now, there are always rich people. Sending some things is not a big burden for them, just like those wealthy fans in later generations who vote crazily.
That thick pile of letters also came from literary and artistic fans from all over the world, mainly expressing their love for Jinhua, the brave, resourceful, affectionate and righteous big tiger.
Those ridiculously large socks and oddly shaped hats were specially knitted for Jinhua by a fan who is very skillful.
She said that in the photo, the golden cat was walking on the ground with bare paws and only hair on its head. If it went out into the wild, there might be snow on its head, which would be too cold. So she knitted socks and a hat for it and asked Comrade Song Ruan to put them on.
Listen, listen, I think it’s too cold for the Siberian tiger to walk in the snow, so I knit socks for it!
It's a Siberian tiger, not a hairless cat.
What’s the matter? In the past, the savages had their socks knitted for Golden Flower?
Song Ruan was so jealous - why didn't anyone send it to her!
But she would not fight with Jinhua for the socks, mainly because she couldn't wear them even if she tried. She put on the socks for Jinhua while complaining.
But Jinhua is a wild animal after all, and is not used to having other things on her paws. After putting on the socks, she walked as if she was stepping on a hedgehog. She swung her legs as she walked, just like a zombie tiger marching in step, and the socks fell out in no time.
But she still liked the hat very much, especially the big golden flower woven on it, which made Jinhua particularly satisfied. Although it was not very comfortable to wear, she still forced herself to wear the golden flower hat on her head and admired it in front of the water tank in the kitchen all day long.
As for why she didn’t take the photo by the river - Jinhua was still that lazy flower, unwilling to take one more step.
Two days later, Public Security Zhou came to her and brought her a piece of news.
It is said that because Jinhua is known as the "Tiger Hero" and is very representative of the revolution, many enthusiastic fans have written to the zoo. After careful study, the Capital Zoo decided to open a separate venue for Jinhua to properly display their "hero tiger".
I heard that a stone tablet has been erected nearby with Jinhua's heroic deeds engraved on it. The venue has been prepared and they have also arranged a vehicle to send Jinhua there in the next few days.
Of course Song Ruan had to go along. Firstly, it was such a long way from Heilongjiang Province to the capital, and he was worried that Jinhua and Bai Weibo would not be able to adapt to the road. Besides, the environment was also quite different from before. Song Ruan had been with Jinhua for so many days and they were familiar with each other, which could somewhat relieve the tension. Secondly, Jinhua was a tiger after all, and was still somewhat dangerous. The long journey was bound to lead to some unexpected situations, so it would be safer to have Song Ruan watching from the side. Of course, food and lodging were included in the trip.
Not to mention that travel expenses, food and lodging were covered, even if she had to pay for it herself, Song Ruan would be happy to do it - she had been so idle that she had to pull Jinhua's hair every day, and now she could go out and play, who wouldn't be happy?
Originally, it would not be difficult for her to get a letter of introduction because of her relationship with the team leader. She was rich and could afford the travel expenses, but her family had children, and children, and children. Good things were all fine, after all, she was just a donkey, and she could just ask Ning Yuan or the team leader to help look after her for two days when she was away. But Jinhua and Bai Weibo were tigers, and who could rest assured if she went out for a trip?
What is this called now?
Travel at public expense! There are still people who take their children on public travel!
Song Ruan was so efficient that he packed his luggage on the spot and went to the capital!
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