Chapter 257: Grandpa is really

Sanbao pressed the fluffy prey beneath his feet, head held high and chest out, as if he were a triumphant hero.

That pheasant was also extremely unwilling to give up, struggling twice under the dog's paw, its mouth emitting "coo-coo-coo" sounds.

However, upon lifting its head, above its two beady eyes, a stray weed that had just formed grass seeds was swaying there. It suddenly stretched its neck and, with a "coo," pecked the grass seeds right into its mouth.

Everyone:...

Everyone was silent.

This pheasant, it traded its brains for its looks, right?

At this moment, Song Youde finally reacted. He skillfully pinched the base of the pheasant's wings and lifted it out, then gestured at its long tail feathers, which were patterned in black, white, yellow, and brown, and shook his hand.

A ripple of oily luster shimmered across the tail feathers. The entire chicken nervously retracted its slender claws, appearing even more vibrant.

Song Youde was increasingly satisfied: "Oh my! Braised chicken with cornmeal cakes in an iron pot at noon—how fragrant that will be! And these tail feathers, beautiful! Pluck them and put them in a vase; how lovely they'll look!"

Song Tan:... Grandpa, you really are "criminal."

What did this pheasant look like?

As the saying goes: "A cloth on the head, a national treasure that eats meat and greens. A tail two meters long, wearing a floral hemp cloth. A white scarf around the neck, and plain eye bags. Feathers like scales, black, chestnut, white, yellow, and brown."

Simply put—a National First-Class Protected Animal, the Reeves's pheasant.

The above comes from Song Tan's search results online.

At this moment, Song Youde looked at the pheasant in his hand and also felt a bit numb.

"How do we handle this?"

He hesitated: "Let it go?"

"I'm telling you, Tantan, don't look at how obedient it is right now; in reality, this pheasant is the pickiest eater. It loves to eat the things we grow in the fields, and it doesn't even bother with wild grass!"

As he spoke, he shook the hand holding the pheasant. Without paying attention, the pheasant's neck got caught on some wild grass nearby, swaying in the wind.

To be fair, thanks to the tireless efforts of the great anglers who came one after another, the grass in the fields was cleaned up every day. Finding a few "fish that slipped through the net" wasn't easy!

The next moment!

The pheasant was clearly being held by the base of its wings, yet it stretched its neck long and, with a "coo," pecked the grass leaves in front of it into its mouth again.

Song Youde:...

He really wasn't lying!

In the past, this pheasant really loved going to the fields to eat things!

But at this moment, he could only say aggrievedly: "Then... how about we let it go?"

Song Tan was also helpless. What else could they do if they kept it?

"Let it go then!"

"Wait!"

Zhang Yanping and Song Sancheng shouted in unison: "Before you let it go, let me take a photo/record a TikTok!"

Such a big event, how could they not post it on social media or TikTok to fish for likes? Just to commemorate it.

Besides, the pheasant was caught by a dog, not a person, and they were letting it go anyway. What was wrong with taking a photo in the middle?

To prove their innocence, Zhang Yanping even intended to shoot a short video to prove they really did let the pheasant go!

Song Youde saw everyone's phones pointed at him, so he perked up. He straightened his back, but his mouth remained shy:

"How is it? Is this angle okay?"

Quite trendy, knowing how to find an angle.

But...

Song Tan saw Zhang Yanping and her father's lenses getting lower and lower, almost giving the Reeves's pheasant a close-up, with absolutely no extra space for Grandpa. She was speechless.

At this moment, the two people busy filming the video misunderstood the situation and nodded hurriedly: "The angle is great!"

After Song Youde changed poses front and side three or five times, he finally loosened his hand and threw the pheasant far away.

The Reeves's pheasant flapped its wings in mid-air, then suddenly glided, turned its head, and quickly darted into the vegetable field nearby!

Then, a flash of yellow-black lightning appeared—it was Sanbao, who was showing off his prowess, biting its neck again, spitting it out, and pressing it under his dog paw once more.

The Reeves's pheasant was already numb.

Everyone:... To be honest, they were also a bit numb.

But at this moment, Song Tan could only let out a long sigh: "Good boy, you can catch this kind of pheasant next time, but don't kill it."

Sanbao on the side didn't quite understand—shouldn't they be happy about catching a pheasant? Why did the owner not want it?

But it was a well-behaved, good dog. Since he said not to kill it, he loosened his claws and took a step back.

Seeing the pheasant, which had been captured twice in a short time, walking staggeringly with a dazed head, it finally came to its senses. It looked vigilantly at the group of people in front of it and let out a "coo!"

Then it quickly took off at a low altitude and disappeared into the bushes nearby.

Everyone stood in the vegetable garden, looking in that direction with a sense of loss, their hearts filled with indescribable regret.

Song Tan, however, breathed a sigh of relief: when Grandpa was holding that pheasant, she was really afraid he would twist its neck in a moment of haste.

Fortunately, the pheasant had flown away, so there was no need to worry about that.

But on second thought, this pheasant was attracted by the grass seeds and leaves here today. Who knows if it would be a regular visitor in the future? If even one vegetable in this whole garden was lost, Song Tan would feel heartbroken!

She had to squat down again and quickly instruct the two treasures: "Well done! Good boys! In the future, whether it's a pheasant, a wild rabbit, a hedgehog, or whatever, as long as they destroy the vegetable field, chase them all away, but don't kill them easily."

The two treasures whined, their big heads constantly nudging her hand. They were clearly feeling aggrieved.

They had finally come back from hunting, but the owner didn't want it...

Sanbao thought for a moment, turned his head, and lay down in the grass on the ridge, then suddenly buried his head and dug!

His two front paws were like afterimages, digging up grass roots and soil layer by layer!

Soon, he dug out a small, pink thing and gently held it in his mouth, looking at Song Tan with eager eyes again.

Song Tan:...

She subconsciously reached out her hand:

"Good treasure, I know you're very capable, but we really can't keep this pheasant. You've already done a great job guarding the field..."

While comforting him, she reached under Sanbao's mouth. As he opened his mouth, a small, red, fluffy thing rolled out from between his ferocious teeth.

It rolled out from the wet, hot mouth, eyes closed, crawling around in Song Tan's hand, emitting an extremely pitiful squeak.

Song Tan:...

Not only did the thing in her hand want to scream, but if she hadn't been a cultivator, she would have screamed too.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping quietly leaned over: "What is this?"

He lowered his head to look curiously, the more he stared, the stranger it felt. Before he could react, Song Tan had already said with a complex expression:

"Probably... a newborn field mouse that hasn't opened its eyes yet."

Treasure, you really are something; you even dug through a field mouse hole!

The next instant, Zhang Yanping jumped:

"A field mouse?!"

The grown man screamed and quickly took a step back. ===== CHAPTER 258 =====

The big man let out a cry and quickly took a step back.