When I was in primary school,my family lived in the countryside. My father made tofu every day and sold it in the surrounding villages by horse-drawn cart.
One day, I came home from outside and found a puppy at home. It was about two or three months old. The tips of its ears and tail were white, and the hair in the middle of its forehead was also white.
I was so happy to see the puppy that I asked my mother where this puppy came from.
My father was calculating the bill for selling tofu with my mother. There was a handful of change on the table.
When I saw my father coming back, I became excited and acted cute and naughty to ask my father for pocket money. Then I found out that my father bought fried dough sticks for me and my sister.
At this time, my father said that he picked it up on the road and didn’t know whose house it was. He didn’t run away even when I threatened him, and he didn’t chase him away. He just followed the car and walked quite a distance. Now I guess I guess it was dazzled by the smell of tofu.
Later, my dad picked it up and put it in the car. It just followed my dad and sold tofu for the whole morning. It didn’t run away and just lay next to my dad obediently. It was really a bit strange.
My mom said that it might have sneaked out from someone’s shop when they didn’t notice it. When she went to sell tofu later, she would ask someone to come and take it back
if she heard someone asking about the lost dog. When I heard that I had to take it back, I was not happy, thinking that I had never raised a dog before,
so I asked my dad if we could raise it ourselves. My mom glared at me and said that it was hard for you to feed yourself, and now you have another mouth to feed, are you going to starve us to death
? I immediately said that I would only eat half of it, can I give it the rest? My dad laughed and said, “Just keep it for now.” I quickly tore off half of the fried dough stick and gave it to the little guy to eat.
The most important thing is I got the priority to name it. After careful consideration, I named it Wangcai.
From that day on, Wangcai became my good friend. My game guard
often took it to the battlefield to charge into battle.
After almost 24 hours of uninterrupted time every day, we became the closest comrades-in-arms.
I was very generous to my buddies with revolutionary friendship. I
would give it half of the watermelon. At least the dog didn’t have any affluence diseases. I would eat anything I gave it. It was never picky. I
would cut cucumbers, eggplants, onions, persimmons, cantaloupe, sweet potatoes, etc. in half. Occasionally, I
would even take a small bite of peppers. But no matter how much I persuaded it, it would not eat.
I was really a little angry. It was not giving me face if it didn’t eat.
So I took the old Taoerhe that I stole from my father and poured it into a small bottle cap. Then I chased it and fed it with wine.
Finally Not only did it not drink, it also howled for help, so my mother caught me and beat me. She said if I continued to mess with the dog, she would send it away and cut off my pocket money (every time my dad came back from selling tofu, he would have a handful of dimes or even cents in change, which I would collect and run to the village store to buy snacks).
When I heard that my pocket money was cut off, I couldn’t stand being beaten. I could still bear it, so
I quickly grabbed its paws and shook them wildly to show my mom that we had reconciled.
My mom glared at me, threw the broom at the door, and turned to work in the vegetable garden.
The dog Wangcai grew up slowly in my house. My dad, mom, and sister were all very kind to him.
My dad even built a doghouse for him. Good thing, mobile phones were not popular at that time, and cameras were not popular, so I don’t have any photos to send to you. Look,
a family that relies on farming and selling tofu has just escaped poverty. How could they think about these irrelevant things?
Fortunately, I am not with my parents very often now, otherwise they would see me spending money recklessly and buying some weird things online. They would definitely make my brain deformed. Let’s
get back to the point.
I swear to heaven that my dog Wangcai is definitely the first dog in our village,
not to mention
the whole town. It’s conservative to say that he is definitely the first dog in our village to live in a tiled house. At that time, I thought, Dad, you are too biased. When I grow up, you may not be able to give me a whole tiled house to live in. Wangcai has lived a happy life at home since then. Do you think it’s over? If it ends now, it would be too boring and not worth my hasty writing here. Here comes the point, look at this! Once, it rained heavily and the river water soaked the front door of our house. My sister and I could only hold the door panel and jump out of the wall fence. Speaking of this, you have to wait for a moment. I want to complain to my mother because my sister and I are used to jumping over the fence and waiting for the river water to recede, but we are unwilling to go through the gate. As a result, every time my father repaired the crooked fence, it would return to its original state within two days.
My mother found out that it was our fault and blocked me at the door of the chicken coop and gave me a good beating with slippers. My sister went out to play with her friends at the time and didn’t come back, so she escaped a catastrophe. After beating me, I cried and got angry. Who was so blind that he insisted on blocking the hole under the gate? My dog couldn’t get out and was afraid that I would run away without him. He was so anxious that he kept barking. Finally, he succeeded in getting out. My mother lured it out and then I was beaten. After that , she asked me if I would dare to jump over the door wall again next time. She also asked me if I would go out by myself, why didn’t I take it with me? I gritted my teeth and looked at the dog. I found that its expression of grievance and admitting its mistake was unique. I found a picture on the Internet that looked something like this.
My aunt was so angry that sparks came out of the soles of my shoes. But I still didn’t dare to beat it. After all, it had the support of the old Buddha. At that time, we didn’t have a cat at home. There were a lot of corns in the barn, so there were a lot of mice. So my dog Wangcai took the initiative to take responsibility. We often caught big mice and exposed their bodies on the street, as if to take credit and to scare the mice. After that, we rarely saw mice running around. The old Buddha was very pleased at that time because my dog was not usually tied up. In order to catch mice , one day, the dog accidentally ate a rat that had eaten rat poison and almost killed itself.
It lay in the yard and kept foaming at the mouth. My family was scared. Finally, I took some detoxification medicine (it seems to have been called this for a long time and I can’t remember clearly). It lay in the yard for almost 2 days before it slowly recovered. During these two days, our family members took turns to look after it. At first, it couldn’t eat anything. My mother cooked lean meat porridge and fed it honey water and sugar water. It is said that it can detoxify . After that, the dog was not as naughty as before and no longer played tricks on me . Suddenly, I felt that it seemed to have become much more sensible? Or maybe it has experienced life and death and seen through the life of a dog? Not only will it not eat anything even if it is bitten to death by mice, but it will also not eat any delicious food thrown by others. It will only eat if my family gives it or tells it that it can eat.
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