Chapter 329

Because he owed the little fox 600 pieces of dried meat, Jia Muying stayed. Relying on the common sense of life that kept coming to his mind, he took the little fox to build four small wooden houses not far from the stream, one for him to live in, one for the little fox to live in, one as a kitchen, and one for the little fox to store food.

The land that the little fox had reclaimed before was most likely destroyed in the winter snow, so Jia Muying picked a piece of land that was more suitable for farming for it. When spring came and the flowers bloomed and the ice and snow melted, you could see a snow-white fox plowing the fields diligently with its six tails.

Six snow-white tails were busy turning the soil, and the owner of the tails was also busy, asking in a hoarse voice: "Big tea tree! Are you sure you turn it like this?"

"You've asked this question one hundred and twenty-six times!" A distant voice responded, "Believe it or not!"

"If we can't grow anything to eat this time, you have to return me 1,200 pieces of dried meat." The little fox was calculating very well, so his voice was particularly righteous and strong. "This is called compensating for the loss."

There was a shadow overhead. The little fox who was plowing the field looked up and saw a panicked pheasant.

The startled little fox reflexively slapped the pheasant with its claws, breaking its neck and killing it on the spot.

The prey fell from the sky. The little fox looked around in confusion and saw Jia Muying walking towards him from a distance with a smile on her face. He guessed that it must have been the tea tree in front of him that was full of bad water that threw the prey.

The little fox raised his tail and said, "Why did you throw a pheasant at me?"

Although pheasants are also on its diet, they fly fast and have little meat, and their taste is average after being dried, so they are not its first choice for hunting.

Jia Muying raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Don't foxes like to eat chicken?"

The little fox asked in confusion: "Who said that?"

But soon, it smelled really good.

After cracking open the thick mud shell, the unique fragrance of chicken emanated. The little fox wiped his mouth with his paw, and drooled.

"Slurp—" Its eyes were fixed on the steaming chicken, "It looks pretty good."

Jia Muying held down its claws that were about to move: "Chill out before eating."

"Eat meat while it's hot!" The little fox said confidently. He tore off a big chicken leg with his tail closest to the chicken. Because the chicken leg was very hot, the six tails were forced to toss the chicken leg in the air like a juggler. However, it would cool down quickly this way. The little fox soon tasted the fragrant mud-roasted chicken, "Delicious!"

Thinking about those pheasants that it was too lazy to catch because there was not enough meat... The little fox covered his heart with his paws - he couldn't think about it anymore, it would hurt his heart.

The little fox inhaled the whole roasted mud chicken in one breath and burped. It squinted its eyes in contentment and suddenly found a cluster of bright feathers in front of it. They looked like the most beautiful ones on the delicious mud chicken. This cluster of bright feathers was trimmed and tied into a small bundle, with a strangely shaped flat stone tied at the bottom.

"What is this?" it asked.

"Chicken feather shuttlecock."

Jia Muying, who was full of bad stomach, used the feathers of a shuttlecock to wipe the tip of the little fox's nose. The little fox felt its nose itchy, its nostrils twitched a few times, and it sneezed several times in succession:

"Aqiu--Aqiu--Aqiu!"

After it finished sneezing, it realized that Jia Muying was standing far away, obviously having anticipated its reaction.

Good job, Jiamuying!

The little fox rushed over and chased him, howling and beating him, but he could not catch up with the tea tree in front of him that was full of bad water, and instead he tired himself out.

"You're cheating! Jia Muying, you're cheating!" the little fox yelled, "I definitely can't catch up with you now that you've transformed!"

"You're giving up just like that?" Cha Shu said calmly while holding a shuttlecock. "A little fox with no perseverance or willpower?"

"I don't want to hear it, you bastard!" The little fox skillfully blocked his ears with his two tails, one on the left and one on the right. "Jia Muying is bullying the weak anyway!"

As it was talking, it suddenly felt something flying towards it. The third tail behind it quickly pulled the unknown object away. It looked over and saw the "chicken feather shuttlecock" flying in the air. Before it landed, a green vine suddenly emerged from the ground and hit the bottom of the shuttlecock, and the shuttlecock flew towards it again.

Got it! Jia Muying is hitting it with a shuttlecock!

The little fox vigorously whipped it back with its tail, and before it hit the ground, another vine whipped it back. This went on for several times, and the little fox gradually began to enjoy it - hey, this is quite fun!

This game that inexplicably started with a "chase" ended with the shuttlecock being broken into pieces. The little fox was so strong that its tail cracked the flat stone at the base, and the chicken feathers exploded into fireworks in mid-air.

"The chicken feather shuttlecock is broken." Jiamuying twisted a chicken feather from the tail of the little fox, "I will make a new one for you next time I hunt a pheasant."

The little fox obviously didn't have enough fun, but when he saw the chicken had been whipped by its tail until only the main body feathers were left, he agreed reluctantly.

At night, Jia Muying, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard a sudden voice calling him————

"Jia Muying~Jia Muying~"

He opened his eyes dazedly and saw the shadow of a monster projected on his window. The monster seemed to have countless twisted tentacles entangled, with faint feathers standing up. He could smell a strong smell of blood through the window.

He was startled at first, then as if he thought of something, the expression on his face became a little strange. He did not answer the call from outside the window, and the fluttering "Jiamuying" soon turned into the angry and defeated "Big Tea Tree".

The wooden window was pushed open a crack from the outside, and several bloody fox tails poked out from the crack. Two claws popped out from the furry fox tails, and then a fox head emerged with difficulty. Even with the snow-white fur on its face, one could tell that the fox's face was filled with resentment.

The windows facing the sun were propped open by the tails of pheasants, and one bled pheasant after another was thrown in through the window. The pheasants were big and small, and the only thing they had in common was that they all had beautiful tail fur.

After throwing the last pheasant, the little fox came in through the window, and its voice became cheerful again: "Jia Muying! Jia Muying! Are these enough to make shuttlecocks?"

Jia Muying looked at the pile of pheasants that was almost reaching the roof from the corner of the room, and slapped his forehead helplessly.

It's really hard for it that it didn't have enough fun during the day, so it stayed up late at night to catch pheasants, and even dragged so many pheasants back.

"So you scared me outside the window in the middle of the night just to wake me up so I can make a shuttlecock for you?"

The little fox looked around with a guilty look in his eyes. When he was nervous, his tail would be very busy, although he didn't know what it was doing. "How about I give you, um... some debt relief?"

"You owe me six hundred pieces of dried meat. I'll make five of them for you tonight!"

The little fox was calculating in his mind, and there was no trace of the confidence he had when he pretended to wipe away tears in the pit and asked back, "Won't you allow stupid cubs to exist in this world?"

"Except for the ones I reduced recently, you need to return me 572 pieces of jerky in total. Don't waste these pheasants. Tomorrow I want to eat roasted chicken, grilled chicken, stewed chicken, fried chicken, spicy chicken, and mud chicken—" the little fox said, swallowing his saliva. "I'll give you two pieces of meat for each kind of chicken. If you round up the six kinds of chicken, I'll give you ten pieces!"

Jia Muying was amused by it, and the abacus beads were thrown at her face without any concealment: "Can you finish eating so much?"

Little Fox: “…”

It pondered for a while and then said confidently: "It doesn't matter, I can grow bigger."

…

According to the little fox's careful calculation, Jia Muying lived with it for more than half a year and only returned 31 pieces of dried meat, because the little fox would always find all kinds of strange reasons to add more dried meat, such as rounding off or returning to zero, and it was more ridiculous than some humans.

After the seeds that Jiamuying instructed the little fox to plant sprouted, Jiamuying saw obvious regret in its eyes, which roughly translated means—I didn’t try so hard, how come you sprouted?

Jia Muying, who would quietly help take care of the land whenever she had time, to prevent the little fox from crying when it found out that the seeds did not germinate: "..."

"If it sprouts, it sprouts..." The little fox sighed sadly and muttered softly, "I can't dig them all up, can I?"

After all, it was it that worked so hard to plow the soil and plant the seeds!

When these germinated seeds grew into food, the little fox also grew a seventh tail. The new tails soon became like seven useful sickles in the fields.

The little fox placed the harvested wheat ears on the pre-cleaned ground, and then unceremoniously pushed his furry tail into Jia Muying's arms: "I want to comb my tail!"

———There were many ears of wheat hidden in the snow-white fox fur, which made it prickly and uncomfortable.

The little fox scratched the tip of his ear with his claws and said stingily, "I'll give you half a piece of jerky this time."

"Even corrupt officials don't bid as much as you do." Jia Muying poked its little head speechlessly, "Three counts!"

"One!"

"Four."

"Two!"

"Four."

“Three!”

"make a deal."

The little fox was stunned: "Jia Muying, you are tricking me!"

Jia Muying took out a wooden comb and put it into its tail hair, slowly combing out the wheat ears inside: "What kind of tricks are you using? Am I not sincerely negotiating with you?"

Little Fox: “…”

Time passed like this, from late autumn of harvest to winter. When the first snowflake fell from the sky, the little fox received a red scarf. The scarf was wrapped around its neck, making its fur even whiter.

The little fox patted the scarf with its paws, and its beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with stars. It said with emotion: "It would be even more beautiful if there were some big green flowers on it!"

The little fox particularly liked bright red and green colors. After some thought, Jia Muying made it a large flowered shirt from her fragmented memory. To exaggerate a little, the little fox's eyes were shining.

"Wow!" It cheered as it put on the big flowered quilt and pulled its tail out through the gaps in the clothes. "This is more beautiful than my big green flowered red quilt!"

Jia Muying looked at the fat fox in front of her, wearing a red scarf, a large flowered shirt, seven snow-white tails, and whose eyes were narrowed with joy, and felt a strange kind of ugliness and cuteness: "... As long as you are happy."

The little fox, who was completely unaware that his aesthetic sense was a bit skewed, was still sending out an invitation happily: "Jiamuying, please wear the same style as me today! How beautiful the flowers are!"

Are you wearing a long gown with a large floral pattern?

Jia Muying thought about the scene and shook her head vigorously.

The little fox didn't give up. It raised a paw and opened the mangosteen petal with its paw: "Five pieces of dried meat?"

Jia Muying: "I don't!"

The little fox thought for a few seconds and then raised the price: "Ten?"

Jia Muying: "Am I the kind of tree that can be bought by meat jerky?"

"Fifteen at most, no more!" The little fox came up and hugged Jia Muying's legs with his claws, "It's New Year's Day - big tea tree~"

"Big tea tree~" it said coquettishly, "Big tea tree~ please~"

The little fox kept pestering Jia Muying for a long time, and Jia Muying finally compromised: "Stop shouting, can't you just change it?"

The plan worked. The little fox let go of his legs in an instant and jumped onto the dining table in a flash: "Hey, hey, why don't you change it quickly!"

It saw Jiamuying's finger tapping on her heart, and spiritual energy mixed with unfamiliar power flowed through Jiamuying's body. The pitch-black clothes turned dark green, and the cuffs and collar had dark red patterns. A graceful peony occupied most of her shoulders and then hung down from her shoulders. The dark petals stayed on her waist and abdomen, and finally accumulated at the corners of her clothes.

The little fox first looked at Jia Muying's clothes, then looked down at his own flowered shirt, and asked suspiciously, "Why do I feel like I look different?"

"What's the difference?" Jia Muying pointed at her clothes confidently, "Look, it's green."

Then she pointed to the blooming red peony on her shoulder and said, "Here, it's red."

"Fifteen pieces of jerky." He said with a smile, "Don't shirk your debt."

Little Fox: “……?”

It finally realized the meaning of a word that was popular among humans many years ago - fraud!

The product is not the same as the one shown! It is a complete fraud!