Chapter 374: The mountains and forests are stunning

"Weiwei--" Qiqi cheered.

The fat man on the ground kept calling him unlucky. Looking at Weiwei's momentum, he probably came to take advantage of the situation to find a place. He had been humiliated by the fat man's crotch, so he probably wanted to take revenge.

"Is it that little tiger? It's so big!" Old Man Wu had witnessed Qiqi's adoption of Weiwei with his own eyes two years ago. Now, seeing that the little tiger is so powerful, Tiger Tiger is angry, and he can't help but feel shocked. After all, there are still few opportunities to see a tiger.

Weiwei is over two years old now and is already an adult. She is about one meter tall and nearly two meters long. Her two strong front legs are very thick. Her big slap is not much worse than a bear's paw. If she slapped her prey, it will definitely be quite powerful.

The three black, yellow and white stripes on the head are intertwined. Three black horizontal stripes and a black vertical stripe in the middle of the head look like a majestic "king". Moreover, long fluffy hair grows on both cheeks, making the majestic look even more ferocious.

The little tiger who had known to pull his trousers when he saw him, today he already had the majestic posture of the King of the Forest. The fat man also secretly complained: "Why don't this guy like me?"

Look in the distance, there was no trace of the tiger mother. I don’t know whether it was hiding in the bushes or because Weiwei became an adult and had already started living independently.

The fat man couldn't let the fat man think about it any more. Weiwei had already rushed in front of him and pressed his front paws at the fat man. How could the fat man surrender? He rolled on the snow, then climbed up, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Weiwei, can we be more civilized? This gift of meeting is really unbearable."

Weiwei obviously didn't understand what the fat man was muttering. He roared in his mouth and turned around and rushed over. The fat man felt a huge pressure coming to his face. He saw Weiwei's body rushing in mid-air, and the white hair on his abdomen was clearly visible. It was like a mountain pressing down, which made people frightened.

"This guy is getting stronger and stronger!" The fat man was also shocked and did not dare to face the enemy head-on. He quickly flashed to the side with his agility. Just as he had just gained a foothold, he heard a cry, and the tiger tail like a steel whip swept over.

The fat man was caught off guard and was swept to the ground, and his waist and eyes were painful. The fat man was also annoyed, jumped up from the snow, grabbed the felt hat on his head, and threw it hard on the snow: "Good boy, come on, really, then I will ride you for a walk!"

After saying that, he raised his waist, his hands were clawed, ready to go. His small eyes were also whizzing and discharged, aggressive, and he also had the intention of eyeing him.

Weiwei also felt the fat man's anger. Seeing that he refused to surrender, he rushed up again. The fat man stopped dodging this time, but just took two steps back, let Weiwei's two tiger claws, and then hugged its thick neck. One person and one tiger fell again on the snow.

Like last time, Weiwei's fangs and five or six centimeters of claws were abandoned, just to compete with the fat man. From this point of view, Weiwei really has a gentlemanly demeanor.

The fat man felt his face pressing against his big hairy head. The other party's hot air was gushing into his neck, and his nose and eyes were itchy. This is called zero-distance contact.

"Will this guy give me a mouthful?" The fat man's heart was also thrust, and he didn't dare to exert force very hard on his hands. He was worried that if the little tiger would be angry, he would fall like a small soldier Zhang Ga and Fat Dun. If he just fell, he would touch his mouth, which would be troublesome.

Both sides were evenly matched, and the fat man felt timid and immediately showed a disadvantage. His body was bent backwards by the mighty force, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

"Come on Weiwei--" Qiqi's cheers sounded, and they were accompanied by the sound of bull-knocking. It was obvious that the little guy was shouting and jumping.

"This little girl is too partial!" The fat man was even more annoyed when he heard it, but then he heard Qiqi's voice again: "Fat Uncle, try hard--"

After hearing this, the fat man felt relieved. He pushed his waist hard and pushed Weiwei back, and the two sides returned to a situation of evenly match.

Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu also watched the battle with great enthusiasm. Tiger fights are not common, let alone tigers fighting with people. If there is a video recorder, the entire process can be sold for money.

"I think the little tiger is more fierce." Wang Sanpao is more optimistic about Weiwei.

"I think the little fat man has the potential." Old Man Wu also admired the fat man's courage. If it were ordinary people, their legs would have become weak, so it would be great if they could stand up.

"Then let's bet, whoever loses will be responsible for pouring wine to the other party at night."

"good!"

Then there were three slaps and the two of them clapped their high fives in a very regular manner. Just as they had just booked the bet, they saw the fat man over there and was already being pushed to the ground by the little tiger.

Old Man Wu was a little puzzled and muttered: "The little fat man should be able to hold on for a while. His stamina is the longest?"

"You are just angry with you. Two old people are not serious, let's play with me-" The fat man lay on the ground and shouted hard at this side.

Weiwei's two front legs were placed on the fat man's chest, telling him not to turn over. This posture reminded the fat man of the picture under his kang piano and drawing with an electric soldering iron to move the forest, as if he was now the stepping stone under the tiger's claws.

"Weiwei win--" Qiqi jumped over, cheering and announcing the result of the game, and struggling with Weiwei's right front palm, but the strength was too small and he couldn't move at all. Weiwei was still relatively sensible, and he stood up his front paws and was grabbed by Qiqi. He raised his strength like a boxing referee announced the result of the game, and waved it twice in the air before landing.

The fat man had the power to fight again, but he felt that there was no need to be so serious with a tiger, so he just let it go, so as not to provoke me when he met in the future.

Big Braida stretched out her hand with a smile, pulled the fat man up from the ground, and slapped the snow on his body: "Brother Huang, you are not bad, you are the runner-up."

Old Man Wu laughed: "Yes, it's the runner-up. Comrade Runner-up, I lost my bet today. You will be responsible for pouring the bar for Sanpao tonight." Old Man Wu felt that since he came to Kaoshantun, he had laughed more in the past few days than in the army for several years.

The fat man glanced at the Weiwei over there and saw that it was receiving Qiqi's caress majestic. So he muttered: "I mean to give in to the little guy. If I ride under my body every time, I'm afraid it will cause psychological disorders, how can I dominate the mountain in the future?"

Qiqi stuck out her tongue at him: "Fat uncle still makes excuses when he loses, beep--"

At this moment, another tiger roar came from the forest, and the fat man started arguing: "Little tiger, your mother is asking you to go home to have breastfeed."

Weiwei did not turn around when he heard the sound, but roared. Then, he saw another Siberian tiger emerging from the forest, which was a size smaller than Weiwei.

"Not a tiger mom!" The fat man's eyes shone.

"Weiwei, is that your friend?" Qiqi touched Weiwei's little ears, and then playedfully stretched its beard like a steel needle in the corner of its mouth - what, someone really dared to stroke the tiger's beard.

"It's probably my girlfriend. I said why this guy is like taking stimulants. It seems that I'm just right to pretend to admit defeat. Otherwise, if the little tiger loses its face in front of my girlfriend, I will lose my vigor in the future, wouldn't it be my fault?" The fat man was very happy. The third tiger I saw in Daqingshan, and it also looked quite young. This means that the population of tigers on the mountain is getting bigger and bigger.

Thinking about it, it was indeed a wise move to send Weiwei back to the mountains and forests. Siberian tigers are not as numerous as wild boars and bears. For example, they are raised and will not have any impact on the population on the mountain.

The tiger refused to come, so Qiqi followed Weiwei and the remaining people stayed in place. Wang Sanpao also nodded frequently: "There are more and more tigers on the mountain, which is also a good thing. Without tigers in charge, it cannot be considered a real forest!"

Old Man Wu also agreed. This principle is like a general's army. However, when he thought of this, he felt sad: Maybe in a few months, he will be buried in the arms of this mountain.

The fat man was paying close attention to the situation there. Although he knew in his heart that the tiger would not harm Qiqi, he would just be in case.

Seeing Qiqi walking into the forest surrounded by two tigers, the fat man couldn't help but shout: "Don't go far--" After saying that, he couldn't help scratching his head: "Hehe, it's weird if two tigers are bodyguards, it's strange if there is danger?"

The remaining four people returned to Mulengzi, and the pheasants caught alive were placed in the outer room. The fat man even sprinkled some millet for them. These guys looked rather heartless, and they were still eating with ropes tied.

"After you go back, cut off the long feathers on your arms, and they can't fly away. Then they follow the flock to raise the chickens for a while, but they can't even chase them away. The pheasant is not very ambition and can't be raised." Wang Sanpao has rich experience and gives the fat man the characteristics of pheasant.

Many birds have tempers and are very irritable. For example, the most common thief (sparrow) in their hometown. If they were not domesticated since childhood, they would not eat any food after being caught, and they would eventually starve to death.

The fat man scratched his head: "Uncle San, you don't mean to mock me, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, kill the chickens quickly." Wang Sanpao led the pot and boiled water. When the fat man killed all the injured pheasants, he began to lose his hair.

The feathers of the male pheasant are very bright, especially the pheasant feathers at the tail, which are long and smooth and look good in color. People often use them as decorations for homes.

Wang Sanpao pulled down all the pheasant feathers and put them in his hand to play with them. Suddenly, he remembered the plot of "The Legend of Yue Fei" two days ago, so he asked Wang Sanpao: "Uncle San, do you say that Jin Wushu's fox tail on his chest and the pheasant feathers behind his head are the ones that are inserted into this thing?"

Wang Sanpao nodded: "Yes, if our native nations in Northeast China have this habit."

The fat man touched his head: "Hehe, when we talked about Yue Fei's legend, everyone heard it very enthusiastically. It turns out that we are in the same group as Jin Wushu."

Wang Sanpao obviously hadn't thought about this issue, and said a few times: "We moved from outside the pass, not from the local ethnic minority, so it doesn't matter."

The fat man also laughed: "By the way, who still cares about these things now? The disputes between various ethnic groups in history are all things in the past. Sometimes their own brothers fight, haha--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiqi ran back. After entering the room, he kept sniffing: "Fat - Uncle, it's not good, Weiwei - Weiwei and Howling are going to fight!"

"This came as I said it - Qiqi, you can't even pull it away. Isn't it a waste of us to go?" Although the fat man said that, he rushed out with Wang Sanpaofeng and fired, and Old Man Wu also followed behind with a hunting rifle.

"Wait for me-" Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then chased after her, muttering: "It's really not worry-free."
Chapter completed!