Chapter 42 mountain dog

People in the village also call the dog "he (read out sound) son".Probably the sound they called the dog was "heh ⌒ heh ⌒", and the lump of meat that came in response should be "hezi". Here are some stories of He Zi: He Zi from Xian’s father’s family had finished plowing the field that day, and before he got home, he heard the neighbor who was mowing thatch across the ridge say, “Go back and have a look, your He Zi just brought back a rabbit. When Father Xian returned home, he didn't see Hezi, nor did he see any rabbits, he called outside the house three times, but he didn't hear Hezi's footsteps, so he couldn't help feeling a bit puzzled.That night, Hezi didn't come home very late, and he didn't know where he went.

Father Xian forgot about it later.More than ten days later, he climbed two mountains, crossed three streams, and walked ten miles to see his married daughter for many years, and gave some glutinous rice cakes and dried bamboo shoots.He heard from his daughter that the family's dog came here ten days ago, panting with exhaustion, with his tail drooping, and a rabbit in his mouth, of course it was for the little dog to eat—it was the newly weaned dog. Son.Father Xian was very surprised: This bitch caught a rabbit, but still remembered the paparazzi two mountains away?What's even more strange is that when the daughter brought the paparazzi to her husband's house, the bitch didn't follow her.How does it know the way?How did you find this one?How do you know your own flesh and blood are here?

Could it be that it usually hears family members talking about this place, and also hears that it is ugly? The son of the blessed family, this son has a big frame and has grown a lot of beards since he was a child. He is a young and mature warrior.It is the best housekeeper. Usually when the master is away and outsiders come to the door, it will follow quietly, keeping vigilance and politeness.Outsiders can sit, sleep, look around, whatever they want in this home, but they can't touch anything, otherwise it will immediately cause it to scream wildly.If you don't let go quickly, it will surely jump up and bite one of your thieves.

Blessed to go out with his son, never afraid of losing anything.When he was working, he took off a pair of shoes, a straw hat, or parked a bicycle, and Hezi immediately squatted aside and guarded it. No matter where the owner went or how long the owner went, it would never leave the owner’s belongings. Wait until the master returns.Once, Youfu left a plow at the head of the field and was about to plow the field the next day, but Hezi took a fancy to the plow, thinking it was some precious treasure.Blessed returned home and didn’t see Hezi until very late. Later, he thought of the plow, and took an umbrella to the edge of the field to have a look. His family’s Hezi was guarding in the pouring rain—actually, no thief would hit a plow. idea.

When You Fu encountered a car accident in the county town, He Zi seemed to sense something at home, yelling like crazy, and rushed to the highway to bark at cars—this is what the neighbors said later.It was rounded by one car and thrown off by another, but still made a big attack on all the steel boxes that flowed.Finally, a large tree transporting truck had no time to brake, and finally ran it under the wheels, turning it into a bloody pool of meat. The villagers said that it "blocked the evil spirit" with death, and traded its own life for the life of its master.Otherwise, if I was lucky enough to be hit by a car one day while riding a motorcycle, it would be impossible to come back alive, at least I would be permanently disabled.

Blessed also believed that his life was given by He Zi.He buried He Zi on the mountain, saying that he would also be buried there when he was old. My sons of Chapanyan, I followed the village head to Chapanyan to clear the accounts. As soon as I turned over the ridge and saw a corner of the village, I heard barking in the distance.Unavoidably, I felt a little guilty, so I quickly folded a tree pole by the side of the road and held it tightly in my hand.The strange thing is that when we entered the village, the dogs kept silent. Yellow, black, big, small, old, and young all came up to meet us, wagging their tails vigorously around us, with a branch in their mouths. , It seems that there is a toothbrush inserted in the brush, which makes me quite strange.

I asked the village chief, why are these dogs holding branches in their mouths? The other party was not surprised when he saw it, and asked if there was such a thing. He looked back and confirmed that what I said was true, and then said: These dogs have always been like this. A peasant woman covered her mouth and smiled, "They are afraid that you will be scared!" I was taken aback.Are there such understanding dogs in the world?It's like the ancient army marching at night, and still knows how to seal the mouth with branches to appease the guests?Have they been trained in some way?

The village head said: No, Chapanyan dogs are all like this, they are born like this. "Are the dogs in other villages like this too?" "That's not necessarily the case. Some are like this, and some are not." The Sanmao I brought was a foreign breed, and I felt familiar with these dogs at first sight. I was very excited to play with them, and soon became one with them and mingled with them.I was worried that these dogs would be bullying, so I put Sanmao on a leash and was ready to rescue him at any time.I didn't expect that the sons are very friendly to Sanmao: sniffing each other's buttocks is equivalent to announcing their names; wagging each other's tails is equivalent to shaking hands or kissing each other; Sheaths, guns unloaded, cannons covered, and the army released from combat.There was a big dog that came later, grinning its teeth at Sanmao, without really biting.Probably because it couldn't find the branch for a while, it ran around in a hurry, and then picked up a duck feather from nowhere, turned around in front of us, and left after we saw it clearly.It certainly wants us to see its olive branch and understand its pacifist declaration.

Ever since she came to Chapan Inkstone, Sanmao would rush out of the courtyard whenever she had the chance, and would run in the direction of Chapanyan, turning a deaf ear to my words.But go ahead and go.I'm not too worried about its safety now, because the group of dog friends are well-mannered and can't possibly hurt the guests. What's interesting is that when Sanmao came back from there, he also had a grass in his mouth, shaking his head in front of me, showing off his learning achievements.