Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 59: Lardo Snow Dog

Claude walked slowly down the hill with a firewire gun, with three rabbits and five wild chickens hanging on it, a harvest of those serial traps left over from the other day. Claude and his three partners left nearly a hundred traps in the hills and hills in the last five days, and it wouldn't have been so easy for Claude to remove those traps if they hadn't been set in just five places.

Claude set the traps with his partners the other day, shooting each other in a different place, choosing all the grass nests and bushes in the hills beneath the dunes, and every time he laid the traps, there were dozens to nearly hundreds of them, so long as rabbits and wild chickens went into the bushes and nests to feed themselves, 89 out of 10 would step into the traps.

That's why Claude had so many catches the other day, and every time he picked up a trap yesterday, there were some set traps, because there were no rabbits and no wild chickens, and Claude left those set traps in place, and the next day he went to see if there might be an unexpected harvest.

Now, Claude's prey hanging on the gun was an unexpected harvest, captured by the remaining traps the other day. Yesterday's 20 new traps were set, but only one rabbit was trapped. As a result, the number of these small animals in this area has dropped dramatically, and the winning rate is no longer high...

It took about two hours to take a big lap between the dunes and the mountains to remove all the remaining set traps, and Claude walked back.

These eight rabbit wild chickens weigh quite a bit, and Claude wasn't too tired the other day when his partner shared the harvest. Now a man with a firewire gun on his back, and all this prey, feels like a lot of walking burden. Why don't you just go to the White Yang Ridge Farm up ahead and see if that Regan is still driving to town, and that'll take you for a ride.

The area of Baiyang Ridge Farm is also modest, with less than 100 acres of farmland, and it does not produce food, but is dominated by the cultivation of fruits and vegetables, complemented by chicken and egg production. The owner of the farm, said to be a businessman in the county, had only visited the farm a few times since its purchase and was usually run and managed by one of his relatives.

Regan said there were four farmers on the farm who were hired to handle vegetable fields, blueberry plantations, chicken farms and citrus groves. And he was hired as a handyman, a part-time dog, a chauffeur, a runner. In addition, the farm has three guard dogs. They are large, unfortunately they are not useful. Except if they can eat, they can only scream. Usually even a rabbit cannot be caught...

The outskirts of Baiyang Ridge Farm are a two-metre wide trench, which is both the farm's irrigation watercourse and the farm's demarcation line. This is essentially the case with farm orchard garden vegetables, which dig a ditch at the border to show the boundaries, although some simple wooden bridges are erected over these ditches and rivers to facilitate pedestrian movement. Claude walked down the river to the farm gate, just to his surprise, greeting him with a bark of three big dogs.

This is not a watchdog, it is obviously much bigger than a watchdog, and the fur color is not right. The watchdog here in White Deer Town, that is, the fur color of the dirt dog is mostly gray and black, and the brown and yellow is also not much. But the hairs of these three big dogs are flowers, all in white gray yellow. Claude suddenly felt that these three big dogs were a little like the famous "two hags” of previous life...

Hearing the dog barking, a fat aunt came out of a farmhouse not far away, breathed three big dogs, and walked up to the door to ask Claude what was going on.

Claude said he was looking for Regan, and Aunt Fatty measured him up and down, pointing to the other bungalow, and said, "Go there. Regan should be busy there."

When he entered the gate, the three big dogs stopped screaming, just following Claude quietly, as if he were being escorted. Claude discovered, however, that the three big dogs were not interested in him, but in the bunnies and wild chickens hanging from the guns. At the same time, they look at these prey eyes without killing, but rather a feeling of great curiosity to explore, seemingly trying to figure out why these rabbits and wild chickens hang upside down on this spatter officer...

The bungalow in this row should be a stables, the carriage unloaded on the empty floor in front of the bungalow, and the horses with the two pull cars chewing on the horses in the stable. Regan was squatting next to a large wooden box on the ground, not knowing what he was doing. He approached and found that he was messing with a bunch of puppies. About two months old, these five or six white puppies were active, rolling around in the box, playing and playing. Two puppies were still chasing Regan's hand over their head.

“What are you doing here?” Looking up was Claude, Regan asked.

Removing a rabbit from the gun and throwing it at him, Claude said, "Here you go, you do it, but this is the last harvest. ”

“Thank you,” Regan picked up the rabbit: “It's fat. You can add dishes at night. By the way, are you going back to town now? ”

Claude nodded and leaned the gun against the wall.

“Then wait here for another half hour. I have a basket of eggs and a few baskets of blueberries to deliver to town. You can take my carriage back.” Regan said.

“Well, I'll just wait here.” Claude replied.

“I'll take the rabbit to the kitchen first. You can tease the puppies here. They're fun.” Regan turned to say hello to the three big dogs behind Claude and touched their heads, pointing back at Claude, indicating that he was one of them, so he went outside.

These white dogs are fun indeed, they are energetic and full of energy. Claude learned that Regan reached in between them, and they tore Claude's fingers with their nipple teeth, and his fat body arched and arched, trying to climb on the back of his hand, trying to squeeze Claude's hand under their body. But when I was little, I rolled off Claude's hand, rolled over and fought, lay on the bars underneath the box, and then one by one I was not discouraged to climb up and continue arching into Claude's hand...

These six snowball-like puppies can really make a face of blood.

And the three big dogs next to him lay quietly on the ground watching Claude play with the puppies.

There was footsteps behind it, and Claude thought Regan was back, and he didn't go back, "What breed are these puppies? You're not talking about the three-headed guard dog, are you? ”

“These three are not guard dogs, they are authentic Lardo snow dogs, and so are these puppies, young people.” A strange voice rang behind his back.

Claude hurried up and turned around and saw an old man with a white beard standing behind him.

“I'm sorry Regan said there were three watchdogs on the farm and I didn't have much research into these breeds...” Claude lowered his head.

“Nothing, young man, my name is Mercro, and I am the manager of this farm.” The old man smiled and walked to the side of the box, bending over and touching the heads of several puppies.

“Well, hello, Mercro, my name is Claude, and I'm a friend of Regan's and I'm taking his carriage back to town. ”

“I've heard Regan say it.” Mercro stewards stood up with interest, turned to the wall, and looked at the strings of wild chickens and rabbits hanging from the fireline gun next to the wall: “Did you catch all this? They're all alive... didn't they shoot with guns? ”

“Yes, set a trap.” Claude replied.

“What kind of secret medicine did Regan say was used to soak wheat grains?” Looks like Regan has a big mouth, too, and it's a good thing Claude didn't tell him the truth.

“And vegetable leaves and some fruit, beans, dried berries and all these rabbits and wild chickens.” Claude answered with no change of color.

“I used to hear that people used spirit-soaked wheat to lure wild chickens to eat it, and when they ate it, it was like they were drunk, and they caught it easily. ”

Claude smiled and shook his head and said, "This is a lie. I remember the hunter who wrote the novel using this method to capture wild chickens. In fact, it's just the way the author imagined it, and it's impossible in reality. First of all, wild chickens don't eat these spirit-soaked wheat at at all, and they don't like the smell. Secondly, the spirits actually volatilize quickly and don't do much in half the day. And thirdly, wild chickens are not human beings. It's hard to tell if they're drunk or not. ”

“But isn't your recipe just like spirits?” Dean Mercro said.

Claude laughed, silently, and the old man was uncomfortable, apparently trying to find out from him what was going on with the prescription.

When Claude didn't speak, Mercro didn't think so either: "Is the head of Morsan your father? ”

Claude nodded.

“I've seen him several times, he's a good official, and Bai Lu Town has such a fast growing executive...” said Dean Mercro.

“Thank you for your praise. I'm sure my father would be happy to hear you say that.” Claude answered very politely.

“Do you like these puppies? I can give you one if you like.” Superintendent Mercro suddenly said.

“Oh, thanks, these puppies are cute, but I don't need them.” Claude began to be vigilant, unscrupulous, stealing.

“Lardo Snow Dog is actually the best playmate for the kids.” Mercro steward walked up to the crate and looked at the puppy playing with the crate and said, "This Lardo snow dog comes from the ice and snow wilderness in the north of the mainland and the North sees them as members of their own family. They are loyal, reliable, courageous, agile, and brilliant.

Our kingdom does not have a long history of Lardo snowdogs, the first of which was more than two hundred years ago, when merchants from the North gave three snowdogs to Sterling III as their birthday gift. Soon, however, the three snowdogs lived in court, hybridized to other dogs and left no pure blood behind. It wasn't until Sterling IX came on board that a purebred Lardo snow dog was dispatched to the North.

Of course, these three heads of our farm are not particularly purebred Lardo snow dogs, but their lineage dates back to the first three generations. Lardo snow dogs are currently the most popular pets in the kingdom's major cities and are used by people to visit home nurseries and play with their children. And they also reward their loyalty, never letting their owners down... ”

Claude was finally a little enthusiastic, and he remembered the unequal treaties he had promised Little Fatty, and if a white Lardo Snow Dog were to accompany him, he wouldn't need any gifts and conditions, and Little Fatty would be happy until he did. And with Snow Dog with him, he won't ask his mother to hug him anymore...

“Do you really want to give me a puppy?” Claude licked his mouth.

“It's a snowdog, not a puppy.” Mercro is dissatisfied with the fact that Claude compared Lardo Snowdogs to those watchdogs: “Of course, I can give you one if you like. Your father made an outstanding contribution to the development of White Deer Town, and you can think of this as a tribute to him from our farm. ”

“Then I don't want it. My father forbade us to receive gifts in his name.” Claude looked at those snowball-like puppies in the crate: “But can I trade my prey for you, a wild chicken and a rabbit for a little snowdog? ”

Mercro's manager Haha laughed, and he reached out to clap his hands with Claude: "Okay, we have a deal. You can take a little snowdog with you. ”

By the way, the book is slow and hot, so I haven't signed it, at least I'll have to wait for the main line to really open before considering signing it, so these chapters are not water, but the protagonist's later development after the relationship, which can be said to be a hidden line, and at the same time, I didn't waste the starting currency of your bookmates.

Slowly update, I admit, there is no way to be handicapped, no intelligent collaborative software, every chapter of the code has to take into account the development of the main line, and also explain the world context, so that your book friends can understand the choices the protagonists will make in the future... code words are really difficult.

I'm still curing the disease. I raised the disease for a year last year, and it costs over 2,000 a month, and I take 11 pills a day. This year, I went back and said that it was normal, and the cost of medicine was reduced to more than 600, and I only took five pills a day. This is why I started writing the script, so I hope your bookmates understand...