Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 4: Fierce and Fierce
Shen Dahai couldn't persuade his son, so he had to agree to Shen Xing's decision to take the tiger cub home.

"Dad, turn on the kettle. I'll take care of its wound."

Shen Xing checked the wound on the tiger cub's hind leg. The tiger cub had been caught in the bird trap for several days, and the wound had already turned black and inflamed. If it was not treated in time, it would easily become infected.

"Ah, so we're going to handle it here?"

Shen Dahai was stunned when he heard Shen Xing's words.

Although the tiger cub was rescued by them, this is the outskirts of Changbai Mountain after all. The noise just made might have attracted the attention of the mother tiger. The best plan is to go down the mountain first and then treat the tiger cub's wound.

Past hunters' experience reminded Shen Dahai that he could not stay in this place for long.

"Son, it's important to get down the mountain. I'll help this little tiger cub later."

Shen Dahai hugged the tiger cub and put it in Shen Xing's backpack.

"Okay, then let's go home and deal with it." Shen Xing nodded.

He glanced at the trembling little tiger curled up in the backpack and said softly, "

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. Your wound is too serious. If it's not treated in time, there is a risk of infection."

"I'm going to take you home now. Be good and don't cry."

Meow~

A baby-like cry came from the backpack.

Obviously, the little tiger cub understood what Shen Xing said and responded.

"Hey, son, it can understand you when you talk."

Shen Dahai felt a little unbelievable that the little tiger could understand Shen Xing's words.

"I have a friend who works as a keeper in a zoo. He also feeds tigers." Shen Xing casually told his father.

Shen Dahai nodded repeatedly and looked at the little tiger lovingly:

"It's rare to see such a spiritual little beast."

"Come on, son, let's go down the mountain!"

"If your mother knew we found a tiger, she would be shocked!"

Shen Dahai was very excited and couldn't wait to go down the mountain and bring the tiger cub home to show his wife.

Shen Xing smiled. It was the first time he saw his father so excited. But it was no wonder. This was a wild "National No. 1" golden shaded cat that was as rare as the black and white ball, and it was a cub. Shen Dahai had been in Changbai Mountain for fifty-five years and had only seen this once.

Shen Xing, carrying a backpack containing the tiger cub, followed Shen Dahai out of the dense forest and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Hey! Where are Boss Shen and his son?"

At this time, the mountaineers who came in to pick Ganoderma lucidum found that Shen Dahai and his son were missing.

Shen Xing and Shen Dahai picked up the tiger cub and took it home quietly without making any noise.

The gossipy aunties and grandmas at the west end of the village knew that Shen Xing had picked up a Siberian tiger cub, the whole wooden house village would know about it within half an hour. Then a group of uncles and aunties would rush to his house to see the tiger and surround his house. It would be so annoying.

Besides, the tiger cub is injured now, and it is important for him to recuperate. With so many people coming, if he gets scared and stressed, it will be a disaster.

When Shen Xing first arrived, he clearly heard the little tiger say that he was a bad two-legged beast!
Obviously, these wild animals do not have a good impression of humans.

After walking for half an hour, Shen Xing finally followed Shen Dahai home.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Shen Dahai shouted excitedly into the house:

"Mother of the child, please come out quickly, come out quickly!"

"Shen Dahai, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Li Xue (Shen's mother) responded from inside the house, then came out wearing an apron and holding a rolling pin. She was in the kitchen making big dumplings for Shen Xing, which he liked, with sauerkraut and pork filling.

"Dad, keep your voice down."

Shen Xing reached out and pressed down the tiger cub's curiously poked head, winked at Shen Dahai, and warned him. "Ouch! Look at my brain."

Shen Dahai slapped his forehead, then realized what was happening. He scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

As soon as the little tiger cub poked its head out of the backpack, Shen Xing held its head down to prevent it from coming out. It was a little dissatisfied and let out a fierce "wow" in protest.

"Sea, what's that sound?" Li Xue asked curiously with a puzzled look on her face in the room.

"Hey, Boss Shen, you guys are back so soon? How was your harvest today?"

Uncle Bai, the neighbor next door, walked out of the house, saw Shen Xing and the others, and greeted them warmly. At this moment, he happened to hear the little tiger's "Awooo".

"What's that sound? Where does it come from? It sounds like a pig." Uncle Bai looked around in confusion, very puzzled.

Hearing Uncle Bai's words, Shen Xing's mouth twitched, "This is the roar of a tiger, and you said it was the cry of a pig?"

The little tiger cub in the backpack saw Shen Xing's unnatural expression, and his eyes rolled around. He seemed to understand what the hairless old two-legged beast was talking about him, and he "wowed" twice in dissatisfaction.

"Here it comes again. Why are the pigs squealing in broad daylight? Whose family is slaughtering the New Year pig?" Uncle Bai was even more puzzled. He looked around Shen Xing's house with his squinting eyes.

"If you keep yelling, I'll pull out your bones and soak them in wine..." Shen Xing stared at the little tiger cub in the backpack and threatened maliciously.

Shen Xing was so frightened that the little tiger cub's limbs became weak again and his whole body was shaking.

Seeing it like this, Shen Xing finally understood that this little tiger was a tough guy and was very timid.

Shen Dahai lifted the curtain and let Shen Xing into the house.

As soon as Shen Xing entered the house, he carefully put down the backpack.

"Son, didn't you go hunting in the mountains with your father? Why are you back so soon?" Li Xue said as she reached for the backpack to check the harvest.

Before she got close to the backpack, it swayed back and forth as if it had legs, which scared Li Xue.

"What is that? Is it alive?" Li Xue asked curiously.

Under Li Xue's horrified gaze, the little tiger poked its head out, lay on all fours on the edge of the bamboo basket, and looked around curiously.

"Ouch!"

Shen Xing understood what he meant, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Another two-legged beast, and it's a female!"

"This is..." Li Xue's face was full of horror.

"This is a Siberian tiger! Son, did you pick it up in the mountains?"

Li Xue said in surprise, her voice trembling a little.

She had heard about the Siberian tigers in Changbai Mountain a long time ago, but she had only seen them on TV. In real life, as a native of Muwu Village at the foot of Changbai Mountain, this was the first time she had seen a live wild Siberian tiger!

"Mom, I saw it by chance in the mountains. It was caught in a trap, so I rescued it." Shen Xing glanced at the tiger cub and said frankly.

"Ouch! The injury is so serious, it needs treatment quickly." Li Xue also noticed the bloody wound on the tiger cub's hind leg.

"Son, here are the scissors and white wine." Shen Dahai handed over the alcohol and scissors.

"Don't be afraid, come out."

Shen Xing carefully put down the backpack and let the tiger cub climb out.

The little tiger cub understood Shen Xing's words and slowly crawled out of the basket. It blinked its big eyes and looked around curiously at everything in front of it. However, due to its injured hind legs, it walked staggeringly and looked very funny.

"Come here, I'll treat your wound."

Shen Xing raised the scissors, disinfected them with white wine, and waved to the tiger cub.

As soon as the little tiger saw the sharp and gleaming weapon, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and he let out an "Ah!" in a fierce and ferocious voice.

(End of this chapter)