Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 384: The Idea of a Beast Entering the Village to Beat a Dog (3)_1

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The Idea of a Beast Entering the Village to Beat a Dog (3)_1

After a full meal and as the sky grew dark, Little Flower, looking quite the part of a leader, split her pack of minions into four groups and assigned each a patrol area. Then, with a forlorn glance at the warm and cozy cabin and under the gloating gazes of Dabai and Mao Tuan, she droopily led two "little brothers" to patrol her own territory.

That evening, teams of villagers on patrol occasionally made their rounds near the back mountain. Seeing a dozen or so dogs under Little Flower’s command dutifully guarding the mountain’s edge, they were astonished and full of praise, declaring Little Flower a good dog.

Little Flower swelled with pride as she accepted these compliments, strutting about with her dog "little brothers" as they patrolled everywhere. She had all but forgotten that the so-called wild animals coming down the mountain were a figment of her doing, and there was no real need to be so earnest.

In the following days, the villagers continued their patrols, and not even a Yellow Weasel was seen, let alone other wild animals. However, the patch of disarray on the back mountain was real enough to keep them from growing complacent, so they persisted with their nightly rounds, albeit less frequently, reassured by the dedicated efforts of Little Flower and her crew.

Meanwhile, those thirteen native dogs had fattened up considerably after seven or eight days of good food at the Mo Family’s place. Witnessing this, their owners jokingly warned Mo Yan not to spoil them too much, lest the dogs refuse to return home when called back.

While this was said in jest, it struck a chord with Mo Yan. She knew that with Little Flower and Dabai around, the native dogs would not dare refuse to return home. It was just that they had grown fat on their own turf, and once back, they might end up being sold as meat by the villagers—a grave sin indeed!

Yet she couldn’t just not feed them, and besides, she hadn’t been giving them anything special—mere vegetable soup mixed with rice, a far cry from the picky tastes of the three beasts.

Just as Mo Yan pondered how to slim down these dogs to avoid their fate of being sold, snowflakes began to flutter down from the sky. The snowfall was quite heavy; by the next morning, it had accumulated to a depth of half a foot and continued to fall.

The temperature dropped further, and Red Python couldn’t bask in the sun. The inside of the house was too chilly, and adding a charcoal brazier didn’t help, so Mo Yan had no choice but to move it into the Space, repeatedly cautioning it not to make trouble.

The severe weather was unsuitable for the villagers’ nighttime patrols. Seeing that Little Flower and her "little brothers" were performing well, they happily nestled in their warm beds instead.

Little Flower, however, had developed an addiction to patrolling. After dinner, she continued to lead the native dogs around the mountain’s edge. In the middle of the night, they managed to carry back more than a dozen rabbits. The large ones weighed three or four pounds, and the small ones were the size of a palm; it seemed they had raided a rabbit warren.

Seeing such tiny rabbits turned into stiff little carcasses, Mo Yan felt that was a sin, so she pinched Little Flower’s ear and admonished her not to catch rabbits so small again. Little Flower droopily agreed, then turned around and vented her anger on a few of the native dog "little brothers" by biting off some of their fur.

The reason was nothing other than a few of the dogs getting greedy and insisting on bringing back the small rabbits.

With the skills of those native dogs, they wouldn’t be able to catch rabbits without the help of Little Flower and her group. Even so, Mo Yan divided the rabbits up, allowing each dog to carry one back to its owner, whether for sale or as a treat, which was quite nice. Given their ability to catch rabbits for money, their owners likely wouldn’t be so quick to sell them off.

Mo Yan’s reasoning was correct. When the villagers received the wild rabbits, they were thrilled beyond measure, lavishly praising the dogs and proudly showing off to their neighbors.

Deep down, these folks knew that without Mo Yan’s Little Flower, their own dogs stood no chance of catching rabbits. They wouldn’t have minded if the Mo Family kept all the rabbits to themselves; they wouldn’t have been able to complain, so they felt truly grateful to the Mo Family.

Encouraged by their owners’ praise and the rare share of rabbit meat, the native dogs grew even more enthusiastic about hunting. That very afternoon, they urged Little Flower to go on another hunting expedition into the mountains.

The snow in the mountains was thick, hampering the rabbits’ short legs, and despite not being very fast, the dogs had little trouble catching them. Thus, Little Flower was in charge of finding the rabbits, while the grueling task of chasing them was left to the thirteen native dogs. In just one afternoon, they caught nearly twenty more—all hefty rabbits.

Ten rabbits were too few to share among the families, while twenty would not be enough, so Mo Yan picked out the largest thirteen to be taken to their respective homes. The remainder she temporarily stored in a pile of snow to freeze, in case they didn’t catch enough next time and needed to add more.

Underneath the roof beam hung a variety of wild game; she wasn’t one to covet a few rabbits. Yet, unbeknownst to her, those rabbits had sparked a desire in many villagers.

"Let the village dogs lead people into the mountains for hunting?" Mo Yan asked in surprise, not understanding why such a proposition would be made. "Uncle Yang, that won’t work. The native dogs might only catch rabbits, and they couldn’t handle larger game. Besides, with the mountain covered in snow, entering the woods without clear paths could be very dangerous. It’s better not to take the risk."

"Well, this... I’m aware of that," Uncle Yang said sheepishly, rubbing his hands. "But life is hard for most people in the village. Seeing that the dogs can catch rabbits, they just hope to get some rabbits and other things to add a little to their income."

Uncle Yang knew all too well the abilities of those native dogs. On the surface, they wanted the dogs to lead the villagers into the mountains for hunting, but in reality, they wanted to take advantage of Little Flower’s success!

The villagers all knew Little Flower was a good hunting dog, capable of bringing back large game like wild pigs and sheep. Though they were too embarrassed to mention it, now that Little Flower could lead more than a dozen native dogs to catch rabbits, how could they resist the opportunity to capitalize on it?

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