Chapter 564: The power of sorghum

The sky gradually darkened.

Qiao Qiao was busy without stopping; he had just come down from the mountain, put down the dog food already prepared by Wu Lan on the tricycle, and then climbed back up the back mountain with the pig feed bucket.

The seven pigs had extra meals today, but upon seeing someone coming, they were still grunting and squealing. Qiao Qiao fed them steadily, and then nimbly scooped the sorghum and rice husks from the basin into the chicken coop.

In an instant, chickens gathered from all over the mountain, and the whole mountain gradually filled with a faint aroma of alcohol.

And after Qiao Qiao left, Da Wang also put down the pumpkin by his mouth, curiously eyeing the sorghum in the chicken coop that was different from his own rations.

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

And in a corner he didn't notice, the group of grey-furred squirrels on the mountain, who had been honest for a long time, couldn't hold back and carefully climbed down the tree again.

Then, taking advantage of the dim night, they climbed onto the chicken coop quickly and nimbly.

Their movements were light and orderly, their black bean-like eyes fixed on the sorghum that the chickens were pecking at; they really wanted to taste it!

But they also felt the smell of alcohol was pungent, and for a moment, they hesitated.

"Mom, don't worry. It detects people and will automatically broadcast."

"Wang wu?"

It was so miserable!

Qiao Qiao was helpless: "I didn't expect it either... Bai Bai is drunk, this... this is too drunk."

Seeing Qiao Qiao, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth, and asked the question he asked every day:

Watching the delicious things people ate right in front of him every day, even the golden retriever field mouse in the house only knew how to eat, eat, eat... It was really greedy!

One, two, three...

"What steamed thing has such a strong alcoholic kick?" Seventh Uncle heard a few words and said casually:

"It's okay, it's okay," Wu Lan comforted her quickly: "Isn't the surveillance installed? There's one by the duck coop, I'll watch the surveillance tonight."

They lined up and opened in order? But the smell of sorghum was strange in their mouths, something they hadn't eaten before, and at the same time, there was an indescribable feeling of slight intoxication, making their movements of climbing trees gradually slow down.

If Song Tan were here, she would definitely be able to tell that this was the squirrel she used to kill the chicken to scare the monkey—at that time, the small tree branch had swollen the squirrel's butt!

Its belly rose and fell, exceptionally calm, obviously asleep.

She looked annoyed: "Oh my. Isn't this sorghum steamed? Why does it still have such a strong alcoholic kick? If I had known, I wouldn't have put so much."

Grinding and grinding, it just lay down on the ground.

But before it could stand firm, its claws suddenly wobbled, and then with a "thump," it fell onto the grass again, taking a long time to shake its head and stand up, pacing twice, and making a soft "coo-coo" sound, before squatting down again, completely quiet.

But no matter how she tried, the one below wouldn't wake up.

And then, only a "bang" was heard from the leaf pile, and a grey-furred squirrel actually fell down, a soft lump that couldn't get up.

Da Wang tilted his head strangely.

Song Tan was anxious.

The other party had been working for two days, and now his skin was increasingly dark, second only to Zhang Yanping in their family.

He made a low sound, threatening non-existent enemies, and then stood up, his huge figure exceptionally deterrent in the dim sky.

"Bai Bai ate a lot of rice husks, and now he won't wake up. How can he protect the ducks tonight?"

"You mean that sorghum? If it didn't have a strong alcoholic kick, Sancheng would say to use it for fishing bait? It has to make those fish tipsy to be good."

However, his ears moved, and he saw the pigs in the pigsty swaying and bumping into each other, and even a white pig bumped into a tree, not knowing why it started rubbing its body against the tree bark again.

And just then, the chickens in the chicken coop suddenly made strange cooing sounds, one after another.

"What?" Qiao Qiao was stunned.

But before Wu Lan could answer, Song Tan suddenly ran back:

"It's okay." Wu Lan slowly picked up the plate and said: "I just thought, our chickens and pigs haven't drunk alcohol, so their tolerance is probably not very good. Put less of this sorghum next time."

That bright rooster was even more high-spirited; late at night, it actually jumped to a high place and stretched its neck—

Qiao Qiao didn't care much: "It just happened that there was one bag left that the freezer couldn't hold, so I poured it all into the basin. What's wrong?"

"Auntie, what are we eating tonight?" Then he circled around the chicken coop, didn't notice anything unusual, and there was no smell or footsteps of other people.

Don't know why, his eyes were also a bit dizzy—the wind was so strong, why was the tree swaying—

But soon, the new delicacies attracted their attention, and coupled with the squirrel's nature, they hadn't stolen anything for a long, long time!

There was no other way, one couldn't guard it all night, right? Could only remember this lesson.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!"

But forget it!

Therefore, several squirrels shuttled through the chickens' chubby bellies, and soon arrived in front of the pile of sorghum, without saying a word, first scooped it up with their little claws, stuffed it into their cheeks, bulging, and accidentally swallowed a few grains...

When they poked their heads out to look again, they saw them swaying, and then falling down one after another, not even entering the chicken coop, just closing their eyes!

And then they realized—it was alcohol?!

Several squirrels moved their cheeks strangely, trying hard to grab the swaying branches, and grabbed the tree bark to dash upward, but for some reason, their hands and feet were soft...

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

"Sister, what's going on? Bai Bai and the ducks suddenly went to sleep after eating, and they won't wake up even if I poke them!"

In the dim shadows of the woods, Da Wang squatted there, strangely lifting his front paws back and forth.

And at the old Song family, Wu Lan, who was helping to serve dishes, suddenly tilted her head and asked:

"It wasn't much."

And just then, she saw Song Youde bringing a group of people, as well as the excavator guys who had just finished work, showered, and changed clothes.

Qiao Qiao's first reaction was: Oh no! Don't tell me it's a plague?!

"Mom, how much sorghum did you put in when you mixed the feed?"

His nose twitched, carefully sniffing the strange smell in the air, but except for the things Song Tan fed, there was no other mixed smell!

Among them, there was a grey-furred squirrel that fell behind, now on the ground, its two claws humanely scratching its butt, for a moment not daring to move...

Qiao Qiao:...

Are they dead? Is that okay?!

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

Hey, why does it taste both delicious and strange?

Several squirrels became vigilant instantly, and then climbed down to check without stopping. ===== CHAPTER 565 =====