Chapter 55: The Little Cat Doesn't Resemble a Cat

  After seeing off Song Long and the others, he returned to his house. Only then did Song Wenchang remember that the little cat he had brought back from the mountain was still in the Ruyi fan, and it hadn't been fed yet, probably starving by now. He hastily took it out of the Ruyi fan, but unexpectedly, this little guy had a small mountain crab in its mouth, and when it was taken out, it looked confused.

  Song Wen couldn't help but smile wryly, worried that it would starve to death, but unexpectedly there was plenty of food, however the small hermit crabs in the space were unlucky.

  Afraid that the kitten would not be full, I prepared some fish mixed with rice for it to eat. Then I came to the backyard and continued to work on the cowshed.

  The cowshed has been boarded up, and all that's left to do is chop some grass to block the gaps in the boards, so the cold wind won't blow in. The winter winds are biting, and the chill seeps straight through the cracks - it's no joke.

  He took up his axe and rope and headed towards the lake.

  Actually, what he cut was not grass, but Miscanthus sinensis.

  Coix seed grass, also known as "Mang Tzu Hua" in Southern Fujian, has edible young stems and its dog-tail-like inflorescence can be used to make brooms, but it produces many seeds when swept. In ancient times, the Saisiyat people of Taiwan used it in the Short Spirit Festival, laying it out on the festival grounds to ward off evil spirits and pray for peace.

  There is a Minnan song that is specifically about the Kapok flower. It sounds very melancholic and moving, leaving one heartbroken.

  Schisandra, white and odorless, cold wind comes to shake, no vanity, no beautiful dreams, who is in pain. People in the world add flowers to brocade, no one comes to visit, only Moon Goddess's clear and bright light shines on my beautiful dreams.

  Schisandra, white and tasteless, born without a timely season, no jade leaves, no golden branches, who would appreciate it. The affairs of the world are like flowers in the mirror and water reflections, when the flowers are red and have a timely season, only the gentle breeze sways the waist of the branches.

  Schisandra, white as jade, born in a humble door, no beauty, no youth, who comes to caress. The world's love is an illusion, the boat passes through the water without a trace, the affectionate golden girl comes and goes, accompanying me through the twilight years.

  Song Wen had always thought that Miscanthus and reeds looked very similar. All along, he couldn't tell what was Miscanthus and what was reed. It wasn't until later that he realized the stem of the reed was hollow, while Miscanthus was not, and the base of Miscanthus had a bundle of purple-red hairs, which reeds did not have.

  The broomcorn millet actually has many uses, not just for making brooms, but also for making wicks for large candles and other things like fishing floats.

  On the hillside by the lake, there are clusters of Miscanthus flowers, vast and endless, like a sea of flowers. It's just the right time for them to bloom, and when the wind blows, the plumes scatter and drift away, like snowflakes, really beautiful.

  But autumn is a season of nostalgia, and for those who are melancholic or depressed, seeing the dandelions flying in the sky may remind them of the scenes where they made vows with their loved ones under the moonlight, and thus feel even more sorrowful.

  Song Wen came to the lake, cut down a bunch of bulrushes, then tied them into small bundles with rope and hung them in the cowshed to block the wind.

  The kitten finished eating in the house and gained energy, running around everywhere, also came to the backyard, saw Song Wen, and walked over calling "meow meow".

  The little dog didn't know when this mysterious guy came to the house, so as soon as he appeared, his pair of dog eyes stared at him all the time. When he saw him coming to the backyard, he barked "woof woof" and warned him, making a gesture to pounce.

  The little cat is small in size, but its temper is not small. When it hears the barking of a small dog, it arches its body without any politeness, opens its mouth to reveal sharp teeth and makes "hissing" sounds, while also lifting its small paws to make a few fake hits.

  It seems that if a small dog dares to pounce on it, it is very likely to give it a fatal blow.

  Seeing two little guys pointing their spears at each other, Song Wen couldn't help but laugh and picked up the kitten, puppy and hedgehog to introduce them to each other, so they wouldn't fight.

  Seeing the little cat's dirty appearance, she took the little cat to the bathroom and planned to give it a bath. But as soon as this little guy entered the water, he loudly cried out and struggled to get out of the bathtub, making Song Wen helpless.

  He took a look and suddenly had an idea, so he went to get some sausage and handed it over for the kitten to eat. The little guy still remembered the delicious taste of sausage and didn't care that he was already full, so he buried his head and started biting away.

  While it was eating with relish, Song Wen hastily put it in the water basin, took out soap and started washing it. This little guy had something to eat and only buried his head to eat things, without caring about Song Wen rubbing him again and again.

  After washing, Song Wen took a hair dryer and blew it dry.

  After blowing dry, I found that the kitten is quite good-looking. The whole body is golden brown, with some dark black stripes on it, and there is a white stripe with a black edge at the upper inner corner of the eyes, looking very domineering.

  Song Wen looked at it but was a bit puzzled, feeling that the kitten didn't quite look like a cat, because he had never seen this breed before, and domestic cats seemed to not have its majestic aura. However, seeing the kitten constantly licking his hand, his doubts were dispelled - could a cat really be so obedient?

  After washing the kitten, I put it aside to play by itself and called the puppy over for a bath. This guy didn't know if he was shedding or what, but a huge amount of fur fell onto the quilt, so when he woke up in the morning, his mouth and face were covered in dog hair - you'd think his bed was a doghouse!

  The little dog was used to being washed by him and was very obedient, but his eyes stared straight at the kitten playing not far away, seemingly looking at it with disapproval.

  After washing the puppy, Song Wen cut a leg of venison and rode his motorcycle down the mountain. He planned to go to Song Mingde's place to see if he could get some more snake wine.

  He arrived at Ah Si's clinic and saw Ah Fen busy, so he took the venison to the kitchen in the back by himself.

  The weather suddenly turned cold, and the children couldn't bear it. Many of them caught a cold, and some even had a fever. So Ah Fen was very busy these past few days. Song Mingde only handled traditional Chinese medicine, but for this kind of cold, Western medicine is more effective, so he didn't need to get involved.

  After arriving at the back, Song Mingde was busy, and Song Wen nodded to him and looked around. The main thing he looked at was still that bucket of snake wine.

  Song Mingde saw him come in, took a glance at him, and didn't bother with him anymore.

  After a while, after seeing the patient, he saw Song Wen still staring at him with a sly look, and suddenly asked in a bad temper: "What are you doing here again? Don't tell me your stomach hurts again?"

  "How can you have stomach pain every day? Today I'm mainly here to bring you rabbit meat." Song Wen said with a smile.

  "No way!"

  As for what he said, Song Mingde was 100% not okay with it. This guy is a cheapskate, only things that go into his pocket are good, never seen him take anything out. In the past, he liked to come over and freeload from Song Yuanshan's family, probably won't change even when he grows up.

  "Awen, come and eat some fruit."

  At this time, Song Mingde's old wife Zheng Fengying brought over a plate of lotus mist, warmly inviting Song Wen.

  Then he turned his head and said to Song Mingde: "Ah Wen knows you like to eat rabbit meat, so I brought a big leg over for you. Ah Wen, let's have it here tonight! Ah Mu will stir-fry the rabbit meat with new garlic sprouts, guaranteed you'll love it."

  Just now Song Wen brought a big leg of venison to the kitchen, and she was so happy that her mouth couldn't be closed. Now, specially bring some fruit over to reward him.

  "No, Auntie, I have to go back tonight, otherwise no one will feed the animals at home."

  "You'd better be careful living alone on the mountain, people say that wolves from the mountain have come down to eat."

  "Got it, Am."

  "Alright, you talk to your uncle, I'll go and attend to something." With that, Zheng Fengying walked out.

  Song Mingde looked at him and smiled, saying: "I didn't expect you to really bring rabbit meat. Speak up, what do you want to get from this old man?"

  If it were said that Song Wen had nothing better to do than bring rabbit meat specifically to pay respects to this old man, he would absolutely not believe it.