Chapter 482 Chapter 3 Grandpa's Back View

I walked from the main room to the back of the house, and then walked along the eaves to the cowshed. Before I opened the wooden door of the cowshed, I knew something was wrong.Because I heard neither the wheezing of the buffalo nor the stomping of the buffalo.The reason why the buffalo is called a buffalo is that it cannot do without water, especially in the relatively hot summer and autumn.Unless it is cooled down in the pond over and over again, it will be more honest, otherwise it will be restless. At this time, the bullpen is quiet, which is not a good omen. I opened the door of the cowshed and saw that there was a big hole in the wall on the side where the cow was tied!The buffalo broke through the wall and escaped!

I hurriedly called grandpa. Grandpa ran over and was also stunned for a moment. "What's wrong with this cow? Something must have stimulated it. Otherwise, its temper wouldn't be so strong." I asked, "Did you forget to feed it in the morning?" In this season, you must give it a big bucket of cool water in the morning, and give it a big bucket of cool water in the evening or take it to a nearby pond for swimming. "No, I gave it water in the morning." Grandpa pointed to a corner and said. There was a cracked plastic bucket where Grandpa pointed.It seems that grandpa brought the water in the morning. When the buffalo broke through the wall, it also trampled the plastic bucket.Logically speaking, it is impossible for this buffalo handpicked by grandpa to suddenly become so irritable.

"Something must have stimulated it," said Grandpa again. I was about to ask what stimulated it, but when my grandpa raised his hand to figure it out, I swallowed the question back.I looked at the wall with the hole, and found that the stake for the rope was still there, but only half of the hemp rope was hanging on it, like a secret signal to the owner of the lost property.But what that code means, I don't know. Grandpa put away his hands and said to me: "Liangzi, the buffalo is running towards Laohe." I sighed softly and said, "No wonder, it turns out it's going to swim."

Grandpa looked at the hole, and a little bit of listless sunlight came in and fell on the messy straw.One bad thing about this buffalo is that half of the buffalo eats half of the straw, which makes the whole cowshed full. "It's not for swimming," said Grandpa. "Isn't it swimming?" I was stunned for a moment, "Then what are you going to do?" Thinking about it, the old river in this season is very shallow and fast, which is not suitable for buffaloes to swim to cool down.And not far from the entrance of the village, before the old river, there are several small ponds.It can't afford to go to the old river.

Grandpa said again: "The cow started to push against the wall when that person came just now. I heard the sound and thought the cow was rubbing against the wall to scratch it." "You mean, the buffalo ran out because of that man just now?" I rubbed the back of my head. "We'll find out when we go to Laohe's place." After finishing speaking, grandpa leaned over and got out of the hole. Since the cowshed is dim and dark all year round, the line of sight is not very clear.At this time, although there was a hole in the wall, a little sunlight came in.But when Grandpa ducked out, he happened to block the light again, making the cowshed instantly dim again.This created an illusion for me, watching Grandpa's back instantly turn into the back of a buffalo.It was as if I had seen with my own eyes how the buffalo broke through the wall and slipped through that opening.

I almost blurted out: "Bull! Bull!" I hastily covered my mouth.After my grandpa got out, I was stunned for a while. Grandpa shouted from the other side of the hole: "Liangzi, if you don't want to go through this, just come out from the main entrance." I closed the door of the cowshed, walked half a circle around the house, and came to Grandpa. "You are a college student and a former scholar. Of course, it's better not to drill around casually." Grandpa joked. I feel a little embarrassed. "Let's go." Grandpa waved his hand.The two of us walked through the winding alleyways, walked across the plots of several families, walked along the open road at the head of the village for a few minutes, and came to the cement bridge of the old river.

Just as we were about to split up and look for it, we heard a long "moo—" We followed the reputation and found that the buffalo was under a willow tree not far in front.It is stretching its neck and calling me and grandpa.But it doesn't walk over by itself, as if it is deliberately waiting for us to walk over. "This naughty cow!" I laughed. Grandpa also smiled. Walking under the willow tree, Grandpa took up the half-reined rein, touched the horns of the bull, and complained, "You are really disobedient. You ran here alone without saying hello. It's hard to find us." If it were someone else, they would be so angry that they would whip the buffalo when they thought that the wall had to be repaired again.Grandpa treats it like a child and just reprimands it slightly.

The ox blinked, and it was indeed as docile as a child, not as fierce as a plow pulling a cart at all. Grandpa pulled the rein and said to me: "If your grandma is still alive, she will have to be beaten." Grandma's temper with cattle is different from that of grandpa. Although she often talks about how bitter the fate of cattle is, ten mu The paddy field depends entirely on it, and it has to be done twice a year.But if the cow is lazy and doesn't plow the field, or eats other people's unharvested rice, grandma will whip it.In the words of grandma, if you don't teach me a lesson, it will do the same next time.

"Go back." Grandpa took the rein and patted the cow. But the buffalo turned his head away. Grandpa flicked the rein hard.Although the cow's four feet are raised and lowered, it just doesn't take a step forward. "Huh? This is so strange! Is it better to enjoy the shade under this small tree than the shading effect in the cowshed?" Grandpa said to the cow, as if the cow could understand what he said. "Moo—" The cow gave another long cry, and with a flick of its head, it almost broke free from the rein in Grandpa's hand. "Go, go, go..." I impatiently broke off a branch from the tree and slapped the buffalo twice.

The buffalo finally moved.But instead of going forward, it circled around the willow tree.Many beads of sweat had already oozed from the cow's nose, which proved that it was already too hot, but it was so stubborn that it would not leave the tree. Grandpa couldn't pull it, so he had to follow it around in circles. I got angry and gave it a hard slap on the buttocks.The buffalo suddenly opened its eyes angrily, let out a snort, and galloped on all fours.The reins slipped from Grandpa's hand.It seemed to be awkward on purpose, even when it was running wildly, it didn't run towards the village, but ran in the opposite direction.

Seeing that he couldn't control it, Grandpa shouted, "Wow——" The buffalo, like a soldier who heard the general's order, immediately retracted its four hooves and stopped obediently. I secretly admire grandpa.Although every old farmer here yells "up-" the ox or buffalo will take a step; yell "wow--" they will stop.But whether the cow still listens to these orders when it is mad depends on the inexplicable connection between its owner and it. "It must be telling us something." Grandpa said slowly, looking at the buffalo stopping in the distance.