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Chapter 276 - Chapter 276 276. Grandfathers real punishment_1

Chapter 276: 276. Grandfather’s real punishment_1 Chapter 276: 276. Grandfather’s real punishment_1 Sibao stood tall and puffed out his chest over the fluffy prey under his paws, looking like a triumphant hero.

The wild pheasant beneath him was not at all willing to concede and flexed its claws twice, making a “gugu gugu” sound.

However, when it looked up, it saw a wild weed hanging seeds above its small, bean-like eyes, and it suddenly stretched its neck and, with a “gu” sound, gobbled up the seeds.

The crowd: …

Everyone fell silent.

So, this pheasant, it traded its brain for looks, didn’t it?

At that moment, Song Youde finally came to his senses and expertly grabbed the base of the wild pheasant’s wing, lifting it out, then showed off its long tail feathers patterned with black, white, yellow, and brown, shaking them in his hand.

The tail feathers shimmered brilliantly, and the whole bird tensed its slender claws, appearing even more vibrant.

Song Youde grew even more pleased, “Aiya! A pot-stewed chicken for lunch with cornmeal pancakes, what a fragrance! And these tail feathers, so pretty! They’d look great in a vase after being plucked!”

Song Tan: …Grandpa, you’re really something.

What did this wild pheasant look like?

It can be described as, “A piece of cloth on its head, favors both meat and veg. A two-meter tail it drags, clothed in a speckled spread. A white neck scarf it boasts, simple eye bags it wears. Its feathers form scales, in hues of black, chestnut, white, and brown.”

In short–a national Class I protected species, the long-tailed pheasant.

The above information came from Song Tan’s internet search results.

At that moment, Song Youde, holding the wild pheasant, also became hesitant.

“What should we do now?”

He wavered, “Should we let it go?”

“Let me tell you, Tantan, don’t be fooled by how obedient it seems right now. This wild pheasant is the pickiest eater. It loves to feed on crops in our fields and won’t even bother with wild grass!”

While talking, he shook the pheasant he was holding, and without realizing it, the pheasant’s neck got tangled in some wild grass nearby, swaying with the wind.

Speaking of which, thanks to the great persistence of outstanding fishermen who always kept the field clean, finding these few strays was not easy at all!

The next moment!

The pheasant, despite the grip on its life’s wing base, stretched its neck out long and, with a “gu” sound, snatched another nearby leaf into its mouth.

Song Youde: …

He wasn’t lying!

The pheasant did indeed love going into the fields to feed before!

But now, he could only say with a sense of defeat, “So… shall we let it go, then?”

Song Tan felt helpless–what use was there in keeping it?

“Let it go!”

“Wait a minute!”

Zhang Yanping and Song Sancheng cried out in unison, “Take a picture before letting it go/Make a TikTok!”

Such a significant event; how could they not share it on social media or TikTok to fish for likes? It was worth a keepsake.

Besides, the pheasant was caught by a dog, not by a person, and besides, they were going to release it. What harm was there in taking a photo in between?

To prove their innocence, Zhang Yanping even planned to make a short video to confirm that they truly released the wild pheasant!

Seeing everyone’s phones pointing at him, Song Youde got spirited. He straightened his back but asked shyly,

“How about it? Is this angle okay?”

Quite trendy, knowing about finding the right angle.

But…

Song Tan could only watch as Zhang Yanping and her dad’s camera angles kept lowering, almost giving a close-up of the long-tailed pheasant, completely excluding grandpa from the frame, leaving her speechless.

At this moment, the two busy filming misunderstood and quickly nodded their heads, “The angle is great!”

It wasn’t until Song Youde had changed his posture from front to side several times that he finally loosened his grip and flung the wild chicken far away.

The long-tailed pheasant fluttered its wings in mid-air, then suddenly turned around with a smooth glide and darted into a vegetable garden nearby!

Then, like a rapid streak of yellow and black lightning, Sibao suddenly showed his prowess, catching the pheasant by the neck once more, spitting it out and pinning it under his paws again.

The long-tailed pheasant had become numb by now.

Everyone: … Truth be told, they were feeling somewhat numbed as well.

But at that moment, all Song Tan could do was sigh, “Good, next time you see such a wild chicken and can catch it, but don’t kill it.”

Sanbao by her side seemed confused–wasn’t catching a wild chicken a reason for joy? Why didn’t the owner want it?

But being the obedient dog he was, he let go as instructed not to kill, took a step back.

Watching the pheasant that had been captured twice in a short span, staggering and dazedly walking a few steps on the ground, it took a moment for it to come to its senses, warily eyeing the group of people before it and issuing a “guk” sound!

It then took flight at a low altitude, quickly disappearing into the bushes beside and leaving no trace.

The people standing in the vegetable garden looked pensively in that direction, feeling an indescribable sense of loss within them.

Song Tan, however, breathed a sigh of relief: when grandpa was holding that wild chicken, she truly feared that he might snap its neck in the spur of the moment.

Thankfully, now that the wild chicken had flown away, there was no need to worry about that.

But then she thought, attracted by the grass seeds and leaves of this place, the wild chicken might become a frequent visitor, and the thought of any damage to the vegetables in the garden pained her!

She had no choice but to crouch down again quickly, and instruct the two treasures, “You did very well! Good! In the future, whether it’s wild chickens, wild rabbits, hedgehogs or anything that damages the vegetable garden, drive them all away, but do not easily kill them.”

The two treasures snorted, and now Sanbao kept nudging her hand with his head, evidently feeling wronged.

After all the trouble of hunting, the master didn’t want the catch…

Sanbao thought for a moment, then turned and headed for the grass beside the field ridges, and suddenly started to dig frantically!

His front paws moved like shadows, flinging up layers of grass roots and soil!

Soon, he dug out a small pink creature, gently holding it in his mouth and once again looked up at Song Tan with eager eyes.

Song Tan: …

She instinctively reached out her hand:

“Good treasure, I know you’re very capable, but we really can’t keep this wild chicken. Just guarding the field is already amazing…”

As she comforted him, she reached under Sanbao’s mouth, only to see it open its mouth and drop a red, fluffy little thing between her teeth.

The creature rolled out from its warm, moist mouth, now closing its eyes as it crawled about in Song Tan’s hand, letting out an extremely pitiful shriek.

Song Tan: …

Not only did the thing in her hand feel like shrieking, she would have screamed herself if she weren’t so calm.

At that moment, Zhang Yanping quietly approached, “What is this?”

He looked down curiously, finding it increasingly strange. Before he could react, Song Tan had already said with a complex expression:

“It’s probably… a newborn field mouse that hasn’t opened its eyes yet.”

Baobao, you really did it, digging right through a mouse hole!

In the next instant, Zhang Yanping jumped up:

“A mouse?!!”

The men let out a cry of alarm and quickly stepped back.