Chapter 169 Chapter 169 Donkey Friends
When nothing happens, the Dongfeng Brigade is still very calm.
Well, obvious bullshit.
But there's nothing I can do. I'm just too bored and a little crazy.
It is said that everyone loves to watch the fun. There is still too little entertainment these days. The village road that can be seen to the end at a glance, the unchanging villages and houses, the forest where the leaves fall and grow again in a constant cycle, only the Paw Patrol that refreshes in different places every day is not so fixed in comparison.
“Woof woof woof!”
There were loud barking sounds from the door. Song Ruan looked up and saw two dogs, one yellow and one black, standing at the door, wagging their tails and barking at her, with their red tongues sticking out and their mouths open and upturned, looking like playful lapdogs.
"Are you here to have fun at my house again?"
Song Ruan was already very familiar with their daily activities, but he still asked casually.
There are few people in the village who raise large livestock these days. Apart from Good Thing, there are only two cows left in the team leader's family and Old Wang's family.
But the two cows were old and calm, and they were not interested in playing with a restless donkey like Haoshi. Moreover, they had to do some work every now and then - for example, the cow in Old Wang's house had to pull the cart during the market and festivals. Unlike Haoshi, they could not run around like a street urchin and could not play in one place.
So we can only focus on a wider range of species to find good things - such as the dogs running around the village.
Since joining the Paw Patrol, it has been patrolling and holding meetings every day. Although it is a different species, it does not affect its performance. It has even successfully occupied a seat among them with its huge size - even the chief position.
When Song Ruan accidentally met them on the road before, the good thing was that they were the ones walking in front!
The little white dog's tail in front paused for a moment, and then began to wag even faster. The speed was so fast that it was only because the little white dog's tail was a little thin. If it was bigger, it would be able to carry it in a spiral up to the sky and be shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Yes, yes.
The little white dog's mouth opened even wider, and it looked as if it was smiling flatteringly.
It was very similar to when she was a child in her previous life, living in the rural home of her foster parents. She came back from collecting firewood in the mountains and saw a group of children gathered at the door of the neighboring child's house, shouting into the door: "Auntie, is XXX at home? I'm here to play with her."
Well, looking at it again, it is indeed exactly the same.
She looked at the little black dog squatting stiffly behind the little white dog. The little black dog looked a little socially anxious, and its tail nervously tapped the ground twice quickly as a greeting.
This is like the shy kid who is timid and only dares to hide behind his companions when meeting adults, and whose lips speak as fast as if they were burned, but only utters "Hello, auntie" in a low voice.
Looking at the combination of socially anxious people and socially shy people, it seems similar.
Look at these two, they are as clever as little people.
Song Ruan glanced in the direction of the donkey shed and said, "Hao Shi is eating. You may have to wait for a while. Do you want to come in and wait?"
She saw Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, turned around to look at Xiaohei, let out a howl, and the two puppies carefully stepped over the threshold.
Song Ruan brought them to the donkey shed of Haoshi and shouted inside: "Haoshi, your friend is here to play with you."
"Hmmmmmm!"
A series of humming sounds came from the donkey stable, like a response, but the donkey was nowhere to be seen for a long time.
Song Ruan glanced into the donkey shed and saw the nosy long-mouthed donkey stuck in the trough with almost the entire face buried in it, chewing rapidly with his lips smacking and his hooves eagerly moving towards the outside.
Hearing a noise at the door, he quickly pulled his mouth out of the trough and took two steps outside. When he saw it was Song Ruan, he quickly rushed back and continued to eat in the trough.
Today, Song Ruan was bored and baked herself some cookies, but they turned out to be a bunch of dark brown sac-like things. She really couldn't eat them because of the way they looked. The anti-sperm system barely helped her consume two of them, and she almost ate herself to death, so she gave up.
Finally, Song Ruan thought about it, put these things into a cloth bag, crushed them into powder, and mixed them into the donkey feed.
Although it did look ugly, Song Ruan confidently added milk, sugar and eggs into it when she made it - they were all good things, and when they were ground into powder and mixed into the donkey food, nothing could be seen. She also added some prepared milk into it to prevent it from being too dry and choking the donkey to death. Anyway, it was fun to eat good things.
——In this era, this ingredient is definitely a feast, especially for donkeys.
So we don’t want to waste any good things.
It ate two mouthfuls in a hurry, because its friend was waiting, so it lifted its hoof and walked two steps outside. However, it was reluctant to give up the meal, so it twisted its head, stretched its neck back, and continued to eat with a slurp.
If its hooves weren't as flexible as human hands, it would probably have slapped itself in the face on the spot.
You bastard, eat faster! !
Song Ruan was really bored, so he stood aside and watched with great interest.
When Haoshi finally finished the last bite of grass, with the crumbs still hanging on his mouth, he hurriedly ran outside. The two puppies followed him with barking sounds. The small team of two dogs and one donkey was connected head to tail, and soon disappeared at the end of the village road.
Look at this energetic look.
Song Ruan suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath and shouted, "You must come back before dark. If you play until midnight like before, I will cut you!"
She never turned back for good things, and rushed forward in front of her friends as if she was the boss of the family. What she said was useless.
But Song Ruan saw its ears twitching.
She snorted and was about to close the door when she heard a voice coming from the other side, as if it came from far away. "Wait--"
Accompanied by the tinkling of bicycle bells.
Song Ruan didn't even need to look back to recognize who it was.
——Han Zhenzhen.
There was no one else but her who made this noise.
Ever since Zhao Weijun's bicycle was confiscated, their Dongfeng Brigade returned to the previous state where there was not a single bicycle in the entire brigade.
But not long ago, Han Zhenzhen, who went home to visit her relatives, took the bicycle from home when she left, and the number changed from 0 to 1 again.
Han Zhenzhen, who had a "two-finger flick mark" on her forehead that hadn't gone away for a week, seemed quite proud when she talked about her own unscrupulous behavior.
"Besides, with the addition of a bicycle, it's more convenient to carry things. I brought a lot of delicious and fun things from home this time, you can eat whatever you want!"
She still remembers the way Han Zhenzhen pointed at the large and small packages piled up on the bicycle, bared her teeth, swore confidently, and patted her chest loudly.
She even saw a piece of paper sticking out of the package!
Well, the fact that Han Zhenzhen's father sent this thief onto the train instead of beating him to death on the spot shows how loving he is as a father.
Song Ruan was just reminiscing when Han Zhenzhen came running up to her, pushing her bicycle. She said excitedly, "Come on, it's a rare day off for you, and it's the market day, I'll take you to the market!"
Song Ruan stared at Han Zhenzhen, who had been pushing the bike and whose butt had not even touched the seat, with a look of suspicion on her face.
How did she just say she was going to take her to the event?
Before Song Ruan could say anything, Han Zhenzhen suddenly screamed.
——For some reason, the bicycle she was pushing suddenly shook, and the front bumper hit Han Zhenzhen's waist.
No, how can you get hit by a car while pushing a bicycle?
Song Ruan looked at this bizarre situation and felt pain in her buttocks and knees before she even sat down.
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