Chapter 603 The Power of Sorghum

Chapter 603 603. The Power of Sorghum

The sky gradually darkened.

Qiao Qiao was busy non-stop. He just came down from the mountain, and put the dog food that Wulan had prepared on the tricycle, and then climbed up the back mountain again with the pig food bucket.

The seven pigs had a lot of extra food today, but when they saw the people coming, they still groaned and screamed. Qiao Qiao fed them steadily, and then scooped up the sorghum and rice husks in the basin and poured them into the chicken shed.

In an instant, the chickens that were gathered everywhere in the mountains flew over again, and the whole mountain was slowly filled with a faint aroma of wine.

As soon as Qiao Qiao left, the king also put down the pumpkin in his mouth and curiously looked at the sorghum in the chicken shed that was different from his own rations.

But soon, he sneezed and buried his head in eating pumpkin again.

In the corner he didn't notice, the gray-haired squirrels on the mountain, who had been quiet for a long time, couldn't hold back and climbed down the tree again carefully.

Then, taking advantage of the dim night, they quickly and lightly climbed up the chicken coop.

Their movements were light and orderly, and their black eyes were fixed on the sorghum that the chickens were pecking at. They really wanted to try it!

But they felt the pungent smell of wine, and hesitated for a while.

There was also a gray-haired squirrel that lagged behind. At this moment, it landed on the ground, and its two claws were particularly humane to scratch its buttocks. It didn't dare to move for a while...

If Song Tan was here, he would definitely find that this was the squirrel he used to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys - at that time, the small tree branches had swollen the squirrel's buttocks!

It was so miserable!

But soon, the new delicacy still attracted their attention, and the rats were hard to change. It hadn't eaten for a long time!

Every day, I see the delicious food that people nearby eat, even the golden-haired field mouse in the house who only knows how to eat has it... Damn, I am really greedy!

So a few squirrels shuttled along the fat bellies of the chickens and soon came to the pile of sorghum. Without saying a word, they first scooped it up with their little claws and stuffed it into their cheeks, stuffing them bulging, and accidentally swallowed a few grains...

Hey, why does it taste delicious and strange?

But no matter!

One, two, three...

They lined up and retreated in an orderly manner? But the smell of sorghum in their mouths was strange, something they had never eaten before, and at the same time there was an indescribable feeling of tipsiness, which made their movements of climbing the tree gradually slow down.

Somehow, my eyes were a little shaky - the wind was so strong, why did the tree shake -

Several squirrels moved their cheeks strangely, and tried to grab the swaying branches, and grabbed the bark and "slipped" upwards, but for some reason their hands and feet were weak...

So sleepy! So dizzy... Who is spinning in circles...

Then, there was a "bang" in the pile of leaves, and a gray-haired squirrel fell directly down, limp and unable to get up.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Is it dead? How can this be? !

Several squirrels became alert instantly, and then hurriedly climbed down to check.

But no matter what they did, the one below would not wake up.

And at this moment, the chickens in the chicken coop suddenly made a strange clucking sound, one after another.

When I looked over again, I saw that they were also swaying, and then gradually crawling down from side to side. They closed their eyes before entering the chicken coop!

The big rooster with shiny feathers was even more excited. In the middle of the night, he actually jumped up high and stretched his neck——

However, before he could stand firmly, his paws suddenly shook, and then he fell to the grass with a "thump". It took a long time for him to stand up, shaking his head, pacing twice, making a soft "cuckoo" sound, and squatting down again, completely quiet.

Not far away, the king vigilantly let go of the pumpkin and stood up.

He moved his nose and sniffed the strange smell in the air carefully, but there was no other mixed smell except for the things that Qiao Qiao fed him!

He made a low sound, threatening the imaginary enemy, and then stood up again with concern. The huge figure was particularly intimidating in the dim sky.

Then he walked around the chicken coop, but didn't notice anything unusual, and there was no smell or footsteps of other people.

"Woof?"

The king tilted his head in surprise.

However, when his ears moved, he saw the pigs in the pigpen staggering around, and even a black pig was rubbing against a tree, and for some reason it was rubbing its body against the bark.

As it rubbed, it lay directly on the ground.

Its belly rose and fell, and it was particularly flat, and it was obviously asleep.

In the heavy shadows in the woods, the king squatted there, and raised his front paws back and forth strangely.

…

At Old Song’s house, Song Tan, who was helping to serve the dishes, suddenly tilted his head and asked:

“Mom, how much sorghum did you put in when you mixed the food?”

“Not much.”

Ulan didn’t care too much: “It just happened that there was only that bag left in the freezer, so I just poured it all into the basin. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Song Tan slowly picked up the plate and said, “It’s just that I just thought that our chickens and pigs have never drunk alcohol, and I guess they don’t drink well. Let’s put less sorghum next time.”

“What?” Ulan was stunned.

However, before Song Tan could answer, Qiao Qiao suddenly ran back:

“Sister, what’s going on? Dabai and the ducks suddenly fell asleep after dinner, and they couldn’t be woken up even if they were poked!”

"Dabai ate a lot of rice husks and can't be woken up now. How can we protect the ducks at night?"

Qiao Qiao was very anxious.

Ulan's first reaction was: It's bad! Is he sick? !

Then he realized - it was alcohol? !

She looked annoyed: "Oh. Isn't this sorghum steamed? How come it's still so alcoholic? I wouldn't have put so much in it if I had known."

"What do you mean it's steamed and so alcoholic?" The seventh cousin heard a few words and said:

"You mean the sorghum? If it's not very alcoholic, can 30% of it be used to make nests? The fish must be drunk."

Wulan was helpless: "I didn't expect it... Dabai was drunk, this... this... this is too drunk."

"It's okay, it's okay," Song Tan quickly comforted her: "Isn't the surveillance installed? There is one over there in the duck shed, I just need to watch the surveillance at night."

"Don't worry, mom. It will automatically report when it recognizes people."

Wulan: ...

There is no other way. You can't keep watch all night, right? You can only remember this lesson.

At this moment, Song Youde came with a group of people, and the excavator guy who had just finished work, took a shower and changed clothes.

The other party worked for two days, and now his skin is getting darker, second only to Zhang Yanping who was not at home.

When he saw Wulan, he grinned, showing a bright white tooth, and asked the question he asked every day:

"Aunt, what are you eating today?"

Squirrels: I am addicted to alcohol, I won't tell you!

Pigs: It's better to be drunk, and it's not painful to kill pigs when you are drunk... Hey, why is the meat so delicious?

Parfait is here! Can Concubine Wan be far away?

Wait until I finish my meal before writing, I am so tired, so exhausted.