??Chapter 414: 414. Battle of the Back Hill_1
Chapter 414: 414. Battle of the Back Hill_1
Wu Lan looked at her chickens with a smile on her face and a soft light in her eyes, obviously already fantasizing about the wonderful taste of their eggs in soup or fried into chicken chunks.
Peering in again, she saw the long-tailed pheasants, all show and no at, dragging their long feathers, walking around in the chicken coop with their fluffy chicks…
Completely inept.
They weren’t even in the running for food, relying solely on their small size to force their way in.
As for the female one… that one had much more prospects than the male, occasionally going out on the town without a care for ho!
Wu Lan didn’t mind, she just roughly counted them and, satisfied, went back ho.
Little did she know, once she left, the chicken coop beca even livelier!
Sharp claws scratched around, and soon the whole chicken nest was scattered with broken rice husks, so inside bellies and so underfoot.
And Guoyi, being Guoyi, couldn’t win at fighting for food, but his eating pace was incredibly fierce!
“Dodo dodo dodo!” His pointed beak pecked the ground, never bothering to look up.
In the process, several chicks were pushed here and there, far away from the battlefield, but he didn’t care at all.
After eating his fill, he finally brought his forgotten chicks in for a bit of food, then squeezed back into the chicken nest to rest, looking quite wronged.
At this mont, night fell, the Milky Way hung high, faint moonlight spilled, and other movents stirred in the woods.
As everyone knows, every ti the rice is threshed, it’s impossible to be 100% efficient, and there are always so grains that go in, swirl around, and co back out.
Especially today, since the scattered rice was pre-dried, and the volu was very small, this increased the rate of errors even further.
Therefore, within the bucket of rice husks Wu Lan brought over, there were actually quite a few solid grains.
But the combat power of the chickens should not be underestimated; with their claws, they alternated scraping the ground, able to dig out even a needle.
Besides, with poor vision and frequent mistakes between husks and grains, by the end there weren’t many rice husks scattered on the ground, let alone grains.
And in the still of the night, the original inhabitants of the trees on the back mountain “squeak squeak squeak squeak,” began to get restless.
That is to say, with so many ugly, limb-missing chickens below, what’s the harm in raising a few more squirrels of the Squirrel Clan?
Ordinarily, squirrels don’t care about what the chickens and pigs eat, having their own diet and absorbing a few more breaths of Spiritual Energy every day is better than anything else.
But the rice husks brought this ti were different; they could eat them! And the familiar scent was in the air!
The small grey-furred Squirrel Clan had already expanded to more than a dozen mbers, and now they were descending the tree trunk and, when nearly reaching the ground, their fluffy tails puffed out and they hopped lightly—
without making a sound.
Only the chief slightly lifted his eyelids, then settled back down comfortably.
At this mont, the Squirrel Clan had crossed hills and ravines to reach the chicken nest and entered the fenced area.
They foraged on the ground—
This is an empty husk—this is also an empty husk—how is this still an empty husk?
Not until they reached the edge of the chicken nest, and beneath a fluffy long tail feather, did they find an exceptionally plump grain of rice!
The little squirrel was instantly excited, hopping gently on the spot a couple of tis, carefully extending its paw to steal the rice grain stuck to the tail feather.
And at that mont, the half-asleep, half-awake long-tailed pheasant suddenly beca alert—after such peaceful days, was soone finally trying to steal its tail feather?!
What nerve, what nerve! Not the slightest respect!
It opened its beady eyes wide in the chicken nest, holding its breath, and when it felt its tail feather touched again, it cried out urgently:
“Goo—goo goo!”
What nerve, the whole flock stirred!
And the most vigilant young rooster nearly cried out too, but looking around, all was quiet, with no sign of predators approaching…
It now lowered its head and fiercely pecked at the white feathers atop the long-tailed pheasant’s head.
Afterward, the flock finally quieted down, and it too lay back down in its original spot.
Long-tailed pheasant: …
I’m so wronged!
It truly felt like soone was stealing its tail feathers!
But now, upon sensing again, it seed like there was no movent?
Outside, the stealthy squirrel stiffened all over, holding the grain of rice and without hesitation stuffed it into its cheek pouches.
The next mont, it lay back down on the ground, pawing through the grass for scattered empty rice husks—empty, empty, still nothing—what’s going on?
Don’t these people feed the chickens any real stuff?
While the little squirrel was pondering, a drab little chick that looked quite odd and different from most of the chickens in the coop approached unnoticed.
“Squeak!”
The squirrel called out.
The little chick, however, looked bewildered, not understanding at all. Its beady eyes were fixed on the grain of rice in the squirrel’s paw, then it stretched out its neck and, quick as lightning, swallowed the grain.
Squirrel: …Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!!!
This is outrageous!
Its tail went “bang” and fluffed up all at once, the sudden increase in size scaring the little chick who then let out a frail “cheep” and swiftly ran off flapping its small wings.
The squirrel, still angry, buried its head and chased after, but at that mont, the other squirrels seed to sense sothing was off as well, and instantly puffed up their fur!
Suddenly, standing in the chicken coop was the particularly fierce young rooster, his beady eyes filled with murderous intent!
Amidst the deep silence of the night, the coop was a flurry of flapping and clucking and squeaking… before finally quieting down.
Exhausted from the day’s work and finally deep in sleep, Wu Lan sleepwalked to the window and looked out—nothing was amiss.
Moreover, Big White and the King were in the mountains behind.
The longstanding trust made her groggily tumble back into bed and continue sleeping soundly.
Only then did the King leisurely get up, his massive figure appearing before the chicken coop. Seeing that the gray-furred squirrels were pecked nearly bald and had scampered up a tree, he, too, went back peacefully.
—There weren’t many grains of rice to begin with, and seeing this group of gluttons fighting so shafully.
…
On another mountaintop, in the lush Chestnut Woods, each tender chestnut burr raised its sharp little spikes, guarding the increasingly plump chestnuts within.
Dabao and Erbao quietly lay beside Song Tan, motionlessly watching their master assu a five-hearts-to-the-sky posture, quietly drawing in the wind flowing through the mountains, and that strange and peculiar energy…
A milky white mist started to envelop the surroundings, and in this environnt, they couldn’t help but comfortably let out contented grunts…
Not until the dawn broke and Venus gradually brightened did Song Tan slowly open her eyes.
She then flipped over her palm, and a ball of Spiritual Energy easily materialized, dense as a milky white glass orb wrapped in clouds.
The progress was still very slow.
But by now, she had grown accustod to it.
After all, turning Spiritual Energy into a dew-like liquid state would still require persistence for a long ti!
However, cultivation during this ti was particularly beneficial to the mountain. Not only was the chestnut crop steadily growing, but the tea plantation on the other side was also continuously sprouting new leaves.
If it were not so, how could it withstand daily harvesting at ho?
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