Chapter 4
Qin Mian finally realized after three days how bad the temper of the new squirrel was. The thatched cottage, which was already bare, became even more shabby because of the arrival of the "new little master".
"This chair only has two legs left. If you keep grinding, I'll have to use you to hold up the wooden board as chair legs."
Qin Mian knew that squirrels had the habit of sharpening their claws, but he had never heard of a squirrel that could grind off two chair legs in three days.
Perhaps it was because he had never raised an animal, so he had no idea that a squirrel's claws were so powerful?
"Gu!"
Just wait, grain thieves, the best is yet to come.
Song Shu used his hands and feet to grind off another chair leg, and a smug smile appeared on his face. Without the chair, the grain thief would have no place to sit in the future.
The grain thief is so angry!
Looking at the chair that was tilted on the ground, Qin Mian sighed lightly, and then Song Shu watched eagerly as Qin Mian took out the storage ring and poured out a brand new rattan chair from it.
Song Shu:?
It's not that a grain thief has nothing at home and can't repair things if he breaks them.
It is indeed unnecessary to repair it. It would be more heartbreaking to use a new chair directly than to repair it!
"It's such a shame to use this chair made of jade tree vines here. It's such a waste of natural resources." Qin Mian shook his head and said with regret, "If Master knew about this, I'm afraid he would be heartbroken again."
What tree?
Song Shu didn't understand, but he was not discouraged.
The grain thief had a new chair, so he continued to grind off the legs of the new chair so that the grain thief wouldn’t use it!
Qin Mian sat calmly on the rattan chair, his hands behind his head, and looked at Song Shu who had resumed grinding the chair legs. He said with great satisfaction:
"You can sharpen your claws now."
The vines of the Wenyu tree are very strong. Even a sword or a knife cannot hurt it at all, let alone the claws of a small squirrel. Even if they are sharpened for thousands or tens of thousands of years, it will be useless.
Song Shu: Provoking the Rat!
After working hard for an hour, Song Shu's nails were almost worn off, but there was no scratch on the broken rattan chair. He kicked the chair in frustration and climbed onto Qin Mian by the hem of his clothes.
Where did the grain thief get so many treasures? Why didn’t he take them out before?
Are you deliberately bullying the rat?
"Gugu!"
Looking for a fight!
The slender neck was pinched by a pair of small claws. Unfortunately, Song Shu's claws were too small, and it was difficult for him to even hug Qin Mian's neck.
But he was too angry to care about anything else and just shook Qin Mian's neck with great difficulty. Unfortunately, the almost weak force allowed Qin Mian to easily ignore it.
He lowered his eyes to look at Song Shu, who had an angry look on his face, and thought he was just joking with him.
"Tsk, you haven't even washed your claws yet and you're crawling on me?" Qin Mian said with disgust: "Look at my clothes, they are all stained with your claw marks."
Song Shu paused with his claws, his face filled with shame and anger: Impossible!
Half-believing and half-doubting, he turned back to check the path he had climbed. Sure enough, there were a few small claw marks on Qin Mian's snow-white clothes. The marks were not deep, but there was a thin layer of dust left.
Song Shu's face, covered in fur, turned slightly red, and he quickly reassured himself. It doesn't matter, he just wanted to dirty Qin Mian's clothes on purpose, so it's dirty, he deserves it!
He will have to step on it a few more times later.
"Hiss, it's time to give you a bath."
Thinking about how he had actually carried the dirty squirrel onto the bed a few days ago, Qin Mian suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why didn't he think of washing the squirrel first?
Holding the squirrel by the scruff of its neck, Qin Mian took out a round bowl from his ring. Like last time, he used the bowl to collect some snow water, and then heated the snow water with his fingers.
Then Song Shu was thrown in without hesitation.
"Gu!"
Rats don’t take baths!
In winter, thick fur is the only thing that small animals can use to keep warm. For someone like Song Shu who is soaked all over, the thick fur cannot dry out at all in winter, and he is very likely to lose his life!
"Don't move."
Holding down the squirrel's wildly twisting body, Qin Mian slowly threw a red pill into the round bowl, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the squirrel's claws.
The warm water soaked every inch of his skin. The warm and happy feeling of taking a hot bath in winter quickly made Song Shu fall into depravity again.
The grain thief has many ways to sway the mouse's heart.
Song Shu let Qin Mian serve him, half closing his eyes in comfort, just like a young master being served in a wealthy family.
The monk's fingers were long and well-proportioned, and they were rubbing the squirrel's back rhythmically. Song Shu felt so comfortable that all the bones in his body went limp. He felt that he was living what the old turtle called "a paradise on earth".
Seeing the little squirrel's whiskers twitching again, Qin Mian said with a smile: "You know how to enjoy yourself, but you don't even see how dirty you are. You've even made the whole bowl of water muddy."
Song Shu closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.
Anyway, everyone in Lingshan is like this, and no one dislikes anyone else. They just nag about the food thieves.
After washing once, Qin Mian took another bowl of water for Song Shu to take a bath.
The water temperature was higher this time, like a human taking a hot spring bath. Song Shu held the edge of the round bowl with his two paws. The water surface covered his chest, and his short white hair floated in the water, just like Song Shu's ecstatic heart.
The water temperature gradually became cooler, but Song Shu had not enjoyed it enough, so he looked at Qin Mian and tapped the outside of the round bowl with his paw, signaling Qin Mian to quickly heat the water.
Qin Mian: ...
I really found myself a little ancestor to serve me.
Helplessly, he heated the water in the round bowl again until Song Shu finally got tired of soaking. Qin Mian then found a warm handkerchief to wrap Song Shu up.
Then Song Shu listened to the grain thief mumbling some magic spell, and the hair on his body suddenly dried up.
The squirrel's fur became more fluffy after washing, and its big tail swayed freely, with a faint fragrance. It was the fragrance pills that Qin Mian threw into the water that took effect.
"Gu!"
The rat smells so good!
Song Shu held the big tail and sniffed the scent on his body with his dark nose.
Looking at the little squirrel's narcissistic look, Qin Mian smiled faintly and used a cleaning technique to remove the dirt from his clothes.
Not to mention this chubby little squirrel, it feels pretty good to rub it.
It's just that this little squirrel was washed clean with great difficulty, but if it jumps on the ground a few more times, its paws will soon become dirty and black again. Just now, when Qin Mian was giving the squirrel a bath, he saw clearly that all four paws were pink and tender.
Seeing that Song Shu had had enough of the fragrance on her body and was about to jump under the table again, Qin Mian quickly stopped the mouse: "Wait, I have something to give you."
Song Shu: "Gu?"
Qin Mian took out a colorful double-breasted long gown from the storage ring. He frowned slightly and gestured on the gown with his fingers a few times. Then the colorful gown turned into pieces of cloth.
What does a grain thief want to do?
Song Shu touched the cloth on the table with his hand. It was smooth and comfortable to touch.
After struggling to find the needle and thread from the ring, Qin Mian sat on Wen Yushu's rattan chair and threaded the red silk thread into the needle with a serious expression.
He never thought that one day he would be doing delicate needlework.
"Gu?"
What is this doing?
Song Shu had never seen a needle before. He squatted on the table with his paws on his knees, watching Qin Mian thread the needle with a serious look on his face, and then sewed together several pieces of cloth on the table.
"Gu?"
Is this also a spell?
Under Qin Mian's rough needlework, several pieces of cloth were transformed into an ugly jacket. Not only were the patterns and colors messy, but the stitching was also crooked like a centipede crawling around randomly. It was so ugly that even Song Shu's expression became a little serious.
Could such small clothes have been made for him by a grain thief?
"How about it, do you like it?"
Hanging the small jacket on two fingers, Qin Mian looked at the expressionless little squirrel with anticipation, and said proudly: "With the jacket, you don't have to worry about getting dirty when you go out to play. Try it first. If it's good, I'll sew four socks for you, so you don't have to worry about getting dirty when you go out."
Song Shu: Rats don't wear ugly things.
Qin Mian, not noticing the squirrel's resistance, pulled one of Song Shu's paws and was about to put the jacket on Song Shu when he was not paying attention and the jacket in his hand was snatched away by the squirrel's other paw.
Looking at the little squirrel holding a jacket in one hand, Qin Mian chuckled and said, "You want to..." wear it yourself...
The small jacket was thrown heavily on the table. As if it was not enough, the little squirrel stomped on it a few times to vent his anger, then kicked the jacket away, and finally glared at Qin Mian with angry eyes.
"Coo-coo-coo? Coo-coo!"
Why don’t you wear such an ugly thing yourself!
Rats also need to save face, okay!
Touching his nose awkwardly, Qin Mian said angrily, "It's not that ugly actually."
Song Shu: "Gu!"
Very ugly!
Qin Mian: ...
The man and the rat were in a stalemate for a while, and Qin Mian was the first to admit defeat and said, "Forget it. If it gets dirty later, I can just wash it."
In fact, he just wanted to see what the little squirrel looked like in clothes, but he didn't expect that because his craftsmanship was so poor, the little squirrel was unwilling to try it.
How can a little squirrel know whether something looks good or not? Qin Mian glanced at Song Shu in confusion. There was a junior sister in the sect who raised a spiritual pet. She changed her clothes every day. No matter whether it looked good or not, the spiritual pet didn't care.
Why is this squirrel in his house so difficult to please? It throws away nice clothes without any hesitation.
Seeing Qin Mian's resentful glances from time to time, Song Shu said cautiously, "Gu?"
What evil plan does the grain thief have next?
It jumped onto Qin Mian's body skillfully, and its fluffy and fragrant tail brushed Qin Mian's nose. Song Shu climbed onto Qin Mian's shoulders and raised his paw to hit Qin Mian's chin.
Of course, it was still like a tickle to Qin Mian.
"Gu!"
Grain thieves are not allowed to have any bad ideas.
"No wonder the sisters in the sect always like to buy Ningxiang Pills. Their reputation is well-deserved."
When placed in the bath water, the whole squirrel smells like it has just taken a flower petal bath. It can be said to be very exquisite.
He took the ferocious squirrel off his shoulder, separated the squirrel's claws with both hands, and Qin Mian buried his head in the squirrel's soft white chest and took a deep breath.
Comfortable!
Song Shu:?
Song Shu:!
"Gugu!"
The grain thief is seeking death!
The author has something to say:
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Song Shu: The Squirrel King is not sloppy [Lop-eared rabbit head]
Qin Mian: Squirrel King, give me a good pat [Come on]
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