A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The crow combed its feathers with its beak and said sadly, "If I don't get treatment, I will be useless and I won't be able to fulfill my promise to you."

The silly madman just wanted to turn the vacant land around the house and plant sweet potatoes. In the afternoon, he went to his grandfather to ask for some sweet potato seedlings to plant. He never stopped turning the soil.

The crow felt that the food was not tempting enough for him and that he should try something more drastic.

“Do you know braised pork?”

The silly madman stopped what he was doing when he heard it. There were delicious foods everywhere in the palace, and he had eaten them before. Just thinking about the delicious food made him drool. But his father, mother, and everyone in the palace were dead, and he didn't know why he was here. Tears fell.

The crow was delighted when he saw him, and hurried to him to tempt him: "Help me heal my dislocation, and when I am well, I will bring you braised pork every day."

Thinking about the taste of braised pork, the silly madman wiped his tears and said, "Okay, but I don't know who can heal your wound. Besides, I don't know anyone here. How can I help you?"

"This is easy. I'll teach you! But help me pick it up. I still need to rest here for three days before I can get better! After three days, I'll be able to find delicious braised pork for you."

The crow told him the specific method, and the silly madman squatted down and fumbled with his wings, holding the joints with one hand and turning the wings with the other, making the crow scream.

"Oh my god, oh my god, our ancestors, please be gentle, be gentle, my god damn!"

There was a final click, and the crow almost fainted, and fell to the ground, sweat pouring from his eyes. His legs were shaking, and he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes gradually closed...

The silly madman looked at him for a long time before realizing that he was about to die. He shouted anxiously: "Hey, hey, you told me to do this, saying that it was the safest way to do it, but now it doesn't look like that. It looks like you are about to die." He sighed, "Oh! It seems that my efforts are in vain. If you die, I won't be able to eat the braised pork, and I have to spend time and energy to dig a hole to bury you. I am at a big loss..."

The pain was felt the moment the bone was connected, but it took a long time to recover. When it slowly opened its eyes, it heard the words of the foolish madman, and suddenly jumped up from the ground and said angrily: "Hey! Is this divine bird so fragile? Ha! Ha! Ha!" It fluttered its wings and kicked its legs two or three times. Look around, it's done.

The fool continued to dig the soil as if he hadn't seen anything. The crow was so happy that it croaked its own song and burrowed around in the grass under the big tree. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I can fly in three days... la la la..."

At this time, the little fox cub came back, holding a few fruits in his mouth like last time. He stared at the things that were rustling in and out of the bushes without moving. He stared for a long time, put down the fruits in his mouth, and tiptoed to the bush where the crow was coming in and out, watching intently, just like a clouded leopard hunting.

The foolish madman was turning the land, not noticing what was happening behind him. The crow was so happy after his wings were attached that he lost his composure. He could fly away in three days at most. As for grudges and hatreds, he didn't care. Only fools would seek trouble.

He was tired of crawling and jumping, so he came out of the bushes to take a breath. Suddenly, a pair of sharp eyes with murderous intent stared at him, and a mouth with a wrinkled nose faced him. It turned out to be a little fox that was about to pounce on him. He was so scared that he cried out "Help!" and fell back to the ground.

The stupid madman put down his hoe and turned around: "What are you doing!"

The crow looked at the little fox in front of it, but did not pounce on it. Instead, it jumped up and slid to the side of the stupid lunatic and hugged his thighs. However, the crow was too short and could only hug his ankles.

"He, he, he's going to eat me, hurry up, beat him up!"

The silly madman kicked him away and said, "Who wants to eat you? You are so black and dirty that it makes me sick." He walked over and picked up the little fox: "Cub, you are back. What delicious food did you bring back today?"

The little fox swung its tail in his arms, chirped and said cutely, "I picked four dates. Two for me and two for my little brother."

"Great! Let's go eat some dates!" They completely ignored the crow and sat down beside the four dates, crunching them.

The crow hadn't eaten anything from this morning to noon. Seeing the two eating with gusto and affection, it knew that the silly madman had more affection for the fox than it did. It was hard to please people with its head lowered humbly, black and noisy mouth. It turned away silently.

"Where are you going?"

The crow stopped walking with its head down when the madman's voice came, and used its claws to pick at the pebbles in front of it: "You all don't welcome me! Why should I stay here!"

"Although your words are a little annoying, you have a good heart at least! What if you go out and get caught by those people who beat you up?"

If he was caught, he would be stripped naked and then fried in a boiling oil pan. Thinking of this, he shuddered a few times and hid behind the stupid lunatic and shivered in his clothes.

"I'm so scared. I'm so scared."

The stupid madman reached out from behind, took out a date and stuffed it into his mouth: "Can't delicious food stop your fear?" Then he put it on the ground in front of him.

The big date in the crow's mouth was not in harmony with the crow. He blinked his eyes, looked at the person in front of him and then looked at the reddish-brown date. He was really hungry, so he had to make do with it for now. He put the date on the ground and pecked at it with his mouth.

"So sweet!" Perhaps because he was hungry, he pecked the date till it was all gone in a few bites.

"You haven't told me your name yet?"

"You humans all call birds like us crows? What kind of names are there? Xiao Mingming, then give me one!"

The silly madman looked at the crow for a while. He didn't know how to name it, but he didn't want to disappoint the crow, so he picked a word at random: "Then let's call it Quack!" Because his voice sounded like Quack to human ears.

"Little Guagua?" The crow chewed on the name, it was quite fitting, and nice to hear. If I shouted it on the street, I'm sure a lot of people would turn their heads to look at me. My sister crows would definitely look at me when they heard the name, so handsome. Thinking of this, he walked with a rather proud step.

"It sounds nice! I didn't expect it to sound so nice like this! Okay, from now on I'll be called Guagua. I have a name now, and it's a very nice one!"

"Okay! You two stay here! I'll go get some sweet potato seedlings from grandpa to plant. If you're hungry, there are sweet potatoes in the house, Zizi and Guagua, you can eat them by yourselves!" Then he jumped away. So far, he is very happy, after all, he has made two friends, and he is finally no longer lonely.