Northeast Golden Gradient Treats My Home as a Confinement Center

Chapter 6 Goat Milk
The little tiger cub's stomach was rumbling, and it was obviously hungry.

But this is normal. It is only full-term, and it has been caught in the pheasant trap for several days. It has lost so much blood and is weak. It needs to replenish nutrition in time.

It is a good time for children to grow, and the same goes for tiger cubs.

"You can't eat meat, so why don't you drink milk?" Shen Xing asked, looking at the little tiger cub lying on the ground with dizzy eyes due to hunger.

"Ow~"

The tiger cub replied weakly.

"Okay, got it. I'll get you some milk right away."

After receiving the tiger cub's affirmative answer, Shen Xing nodded slightly.

But soon, Shen Xing became worried again.

Where can we get milk for the little tiger cubs in this wooden house village? There are still a few boxes of pure milk given by relatives when they came to visit during the Chinese New Year. It is called "Trensu Gold Iodine". Shen Xing doesn't like to drink this stuff. Pure milk under the guise of "high calcium milk" is only three-quarters of fresh milk in one liter. What is the remaining quarter? Those who understand will understand.

Of course, Shen Xing would not give the tiger cub this artificial milk. Cats have gastrointestinal intolerance to milk. Drinking milk will cause diarrhea and may even cause gastroenteritis. The tiger cub is already so injured, and if he gets gastroenteritis, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse.

The idea of ​​feeding milk was quickly rejected by Shen Xing.

"Goat milk?"

Shen Xing thought of goat milk, which was mild and good for the tiger cub's stomach. He had raised cats in Shanghai before, and fed them with goat milk mixed with goat milk powder.

But Muwu Village is not a big city like Shanghai, where can I find goat milk powder?

There is a small supermarket in the village, which only sells snacks such as Coke and instant noodles, as well as the hunters' favorite Red Star Erguotou and cigarettes.

When Shen Xing was in trouble, Shen Dahai pulled open the door curtain and walked into the room.

"Dad, is there goat milk powder in the village supermarket?" Seeing Shen Dahai coming in, Shen Xing decided to try his luck.

"Goat milk powder? What do you need this for?" Shen Dahai looked confused.

"Laoliu Supermarket is so small, how can it have goat milk powder?" Shen Dahai couldn't help but shook his head.

At this time, the little tiger cub lying on the ground had his stomach growling again.

When Shen Dahai heard this, he immediately understood. He grinned, revealing his yellow old teeth.
"Oh, this little guy is hungry."

"Dad, this little tiger cub can't eat meat yet, he can only drink milk, can you think of some way to retreat?"

"Son, if you ask me, we should send this little guy to the nature reserve. There are veterinarians there, and they must have milk powder." Shen Dahai frowned and spoke with a serious face.

My son is kind-hearted and loves small animals, which is a good thing.

But the tiger cubs are wild animals after all. It would be troublesome if they were fed to death due to poor care.

Even if they recover from their injuries at home, the adult Siberian tiger that lost its cub will definitely come to them following the smell and sounds.

That is the king of beasts in Changbai Mountain, the ferocious and wild Siberian tiger. Even if there is only one of them, an experienced hunter with a gun cannot resist it, let alone ordinary people?

The little tiger cub is always a hidden danger if it is left at home. Shen Dahai is the head of the family and he has to consider the safety of his entire family.

Although the tiger cub was smart, a beast was still a beast after all, so he didn't dare to gamble.

Shen Xing could see Shen Dahai's concerns. Shen Dahai had lived at the foot of Changbai Mountain for many years and was an experienced mountaineer. Naturally, his ability to perceive risks was stronger than that of Shen Xing, who had just returned from a big city.

But Shen Xing couldn't tell Shen Dahai that he had a golden finger, could speak "animal language", and had a certain affinity for animals. These were his trump cards and guarantees for bringing the tiger cub home for treatment.

"Dad, don't worry. I'll send the cub away once it recovers from its injuries. I'll also report it to the nature reserve."

Shen Xing comforted Shen Dahai and told him not to worry.

"This little guy is really cute. How about feeding it some egg paste?" Shen Dahai squatted down and touched the little tiger cub's head.

"Goat milk powder? There's no goat milk powder in the village supermarket. By the way, doesn't Lao Bai have two sheep? They gave birth to lambs in the past two days, so we have milk." Li Xue walked over and said after hearing what the two said.

"That's great. I'll go ask Uncle Bai for some goat milk."

Shen Xing was overjoyed. Fresh goat milk is much more nutritious than goat milk powder.

"Son, take these two bowls of dumplings to your Uncle Bai. We can't go empty-handed."

Li Xue walked out of the kitchen holding two bowls of hot dumplings and handed them to Shen Xing.

Li Xue makes the most authentic Northeastern sauerkraut and pork dumplings, with thin skin and large dumplings. This big bowl is full of fragrance and makes you salivate.

"Ow!"

The little tiger roared with an intoxicated look on his face.

Shen Xing was amused by it and joked:
"Mom, this little guy was intoxicated by the smell of the dumplings you made and wanted to try some, too."

When Li Xue heard this, she was immediately delighted and boasted to Shen Dahai:

"Let me tell you, the dumplings I make are the best in our Wooden House Village. Even tigers are greedy for them."

Shen Dahai nodded and said in agreement, "I just complained to Lao Bai about being fed up with food after drinking with him, why did this woman hold a grudge against me?"

"Be good, you can't eat the dumplings now. Wait for me to bring back goat milk for you to drink." Shen Xing stroked the little tiger cub's head and spoke to comfort him.

After taking the two bowls of dumplings handed to him by Li Xue, Shen Xing walked out of his house.

Uncle Bai lives next door, also in a wooden house, which is about the same size and size as Shen Xing's house.

The only difference is that Uncle Bai fenced off a piece of land with bamboo fences and wood and raised a few sheep.

Shen Xing glanced towards the yard and saw two ewes and three newborn lambs.

"uncle."

Shen Xing shouted from inside the house.

"Who is it?" Someone in the room answered quickly.

Uncle Bai, with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a pot belly, walked out of the house with a rosy face.

"Hey, it's Xiaoxing, what do you want to talk to me about?"

When Shen Xing saw Uncle Bai's red face, he knew that he had been secretly drinking at home again, and couldn't help but tease him.

"Uncle, why are you drinking in broad daylight? My aunt is not at home today."

Uncle Bai narrowed his eyes, and when he heard Shen Xing mention his wife, he sobered up instantly. He looked around the room again and again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You little bastard, you scared your uncle to death, why are you mentioning your aunt!" Uncle Bai said unhappily.

The women in Northeast China are tough. Uncle Bai loves to drink, but Aunt Bai is afraid that it will affect his health and forbids him to drink. Uncle Bai usually drinks a few cups secretly when Aunt Bai is not at home.

Muwu Village is not big, and this matter is no secret in the village. When Shen Xing was still in Shanghai, Li Xue had a video call with him and talked about family matters, and also mentioned this matter.

Uncle Bai looked like a frightened bird, which made people laugh.

Shen Xing stopped teasing him and explained his purpose.

"What, you want to milk the goats?" Uncle Bai burped, glanced towards the sheep pen, and then looked at Shen Xing with a strange expression.

"Uncle, is there any problem?" Shen Xing asked.

"That's fine, but..."

(End of this chapter)