Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Donkey, I don’t ask you to give me…
The captain was in a very good mood as he looked at the pile of prey in front of him. They were lucky today and encountered many wild animals, all in nests. He had a great time ransacking their houses.
No wonder so many people in the city are willing to be Red Guards.
Well, he's the captain, he can't think like that.
The captain shook his head and turned his attention back to the harvest.
Animals are now at their fattest - they are busy putting on weight in order to survive the long, cold winter in the Northeast. Now that they have fallen into the hands of humans, they have to sacrifice this weight for humans. Oh, look at this plump body, it makes people happy just by looking at it.
Even if they had to pay half of it to the commune, the rest would be enough for them to share, not to mention that a few days ago one family got several kilograms of wild boar meat. Wow, not even the landlords would dare to live like this!
These days are getting better and better.
As the captain watched, his teeth started to show.
He turned to the other side with his hands behind his back to admire the scene, and saw the blood flowing from the mountain of prey. He drew his teeth back and roared, "Where's the basin? Where's the bucket? Hurry up and bring it over. What kind of family dares to waste money like this? Are you going to survive?"
The members, who were still immersed in the joy of the great harvest, came running over in a panic and put basins, buckets, ladles and pots below to collect the blood.
What a bunch of idiots, they get carried away after achieving a little success.
The captain snorted in disappointment.
"Captain, I want to change that little donkey." Song Ruan rushed to the front.
"What?" The captain now had a good impression of her. Hearing this, he glanced at the donkey and sincerely suggested, "It's obvious that the donkey doesn't have much meat. It's not worth it. Why don't you change it to venison? Venison is fatter."
When the commune leaders handed over this donkey rib, they thought that their team had something against it. None of the team members with eyes would change it if it was left over. It was probably the batch left over from this year to make a big pot of soup.
These young people from the city just don't know how to live and have to rely on him for guidance.
Seeing that the captain had misunderstood her meaning, Song Ruan quickly explained: "No, I want to exchange the whole donkey back."
Wouldn’t that mean you lose even more?
The captain scratched his head in confusion, and finally realized what was happening when he saw Song Ruan staring at the donkey eagerly: "Do you want to take it back and raise it?"
Song Ruan nodded: "Is it okay? Can an individual raise such a large animal now?"
"Of course, of course. The only two old oxen in our brigade are raised by me and your other uncle Wang. The main reason is that our brigade does not have a special cowshed, so we raise them at home," the brigade leader habitually answered in detail, "but these large animals are nominally the brigade's means of production. When the spring plowing or the brigade has something to do, they must be given to the brigade first, and each family can only have one."
After the explanation, he realized that Song Ruan was more determined to raise a donkey, so he quickly advised: "It's not that I don't allow you to raise one, it's just that this one doesn't look good."
"First of all, this donkey was caught after it fell into our brigade's trap. During this period of time, no one was busy with the autumn harvest and looked after it. I don't know how long it has been hungry. You can even see its ribs. It looks like its legs are broken. It won't move even after we brought it back. We can't keep it alive."
"Besides, this donkey is only a little over a month old and still needs milk. Our brigade has two male cows, so where can we get milk for it? The Qingshan Brigade on the opposite hill does raise a few sheep, but they won't give them away for free. Feeding it for two months will cost a lot of money."
He waved his hands repeatedly, fearing that Song Ruan would feel sorry for the donkey and want to raise it. This looked even more like a bottomless pit than the old man paralyzed in bed in the next brigade. This little girl came far away from her hometown to live with them alone. No matter how rich she was, she couldn't waste her money like this.
Song Ruan knew that the captain was concerned about her, but she didn't listen.
"Captain, I still want to raise it," she said firmly.
The captain showed a toothache expression - how come you, a little girl, are more stubborn than a donkey? Don't listen to advice. Just like his daughter, he wants to raise a wounded rabbit or cat when he sees one. This one is even worse, he wants to raise a donkey too. What a stupid problem.
He turned around and wanted to leave.
Song Ruan chased after him and brainwashed the captain: "Anyway, this donkey has become like this, there is not much meat left, and no one else wants it, so why not give it to me."
Although the captain thought that was indeed the case, he said, "Nonsense, why wouldn't you be happy with the meat?"
"Oh my, I would love to have it for free, but this has to be exchanged for centimeters, and the price is the same as other meat. Only a fool would be willing to accept it."
The captain glanced at Song Ruan and said, "Isn't that right?"
Song Ruan remained calm and said, "I can raise one again, it won't be too bad, just let me give it a try. If I can raise one successfully, our brigade will have more donkeys for spring ploughing, how great."
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
She screamed like a ghost.
After hearing this, the team members wished there were more idiots like this so that they wouldn't snatch the good meat from them, and they also joined in the commotion.
The captain was so annoyed that he finally agreed to her request.
As a result, Song Ruan lost all the centimeters he had just obtained from the wild boar a few days ago, and even lost several dollars.
After paying the money, she no longer had any intention of watching the fun. She said hello to Han Zhenzhen, picked up the donkey and ran home.
The captain shouted at her back: "We will distribute the meat soup at noon tomorrow in the threshing ground!"
This girl is just as troublesome as his nephew!
"Okay, okay." Song Ruan ran away without looking back.
She had to run faster. This little donkey was breathing in more than out. She could see that it was about to carry the Black and White Impermanence on its back. She was afraid that if she delayed any longer, this thing would be requisitioned. She had gone to so much trouble to get the donkey back not to increase the KPI of underworld transportation.
Considering that the temperature in Northeast China has started to drop at night, this thing is now very fragile. Song Ruan carried the little donkey into the kitchen, grabbed two handfuls of straw and threw them on the ground, and then carefully put the donkey on.
There was no way. The donkey was covered in blood and she would think it was dirty if it was placed in her room.
After a rough inspection, he found no major wounds, so he hurriedly searched the milk powder can to make some milk. Let’s put aside other minor issues for now. It looks like it’s really going to starve if you don’t feed it.
She had never raised a donkey before. When she came back with a bottle of milk in her hand, she was puzzled by the donkey's long face: No wonder the donkey's face is long, it has such a long and big mouth, wouldn't it leak out from the mouth if I pour the milk in?
After thinking about it, he took a spoon, pried open the donkey's mouth, and fed it one spoonful at a time. After feeding it two spoonfuls, Song Ruan found that the donkey couldn't swallow on its own, so he had to lift its head high and pour the spoon down its throat, feeling like he was watering the flowers with a small stream.
After drinking half a cup, the donkey began to react. Although his body did not move, his eyes slowly turned around and stared at Song Ruan with difficulty.
Song Ruan fed it milk while complaining, "What are you looking at? I'll give you some beef meat."
"I'm telling you, I carried you back today and cooked for you. When you get better, I won't force you to cook for me, but at least you have to be able to carry me. I heard there are ice sleds in winter, so I'll have to use them."
The poor little donkey hadn't even recovered from his life when he was forced to listen to his future work arrangements.
After feeding it a jar of milk, Song Ruan bought it a bottle of nutrient solution from the system mall and drank it together.
After everything was fed, the donkey's condition was visibly better - the amplitude of its belly rise and fall became much larger.
Song Ruan carried the donkey and the straw mat to the wall of the stove, and then she brought a bunch of straw from the outside and spread it on the donkey, carefully separating the straw from the stove mouth - the burning ashes still had residual heat, and the straw covering it was enough for this season, but if she was not careful, she would probably have to eat donkey meat BBQ.
Song Ruan thought there was nothing to forget, so he patted his butt and went back to sleep. He walked to the door and turned back to touch its donkey head earnestly:
"May God bless you."
Then he clapped his hands and this time he really left.
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