The boss always wants to kill me

"You are stupid, what will you do if you hit me!" Cang Cui yelled, too frightened to close her eyes in time.

The boulder narrowly missed his back, and Xiaohu could only let go of his claws hastily, Cangbi took advantage of the gap, rushed back, and ran towards the scholar who was in a hurry to save him.

Cai Chun squatted down, caught Cangbi firmly, hugged Cangbi in his arms, stared at the tiger's angry round eyes, and took a step back.

The tiger let out a warning swallowing sound in its thick throat, and suddenly lowered its hind legs, like an arrow from the string, it was about to fly out.

Cai Chun was wounded and injured, he just stood there, not daring to move.

At the very moment, a fox cry suddenly broke the suppressed panic.

"If you dare to bite him, I'll shoot you to death!" Cang Bi roared.

Although his spring-like clear voice made this menace not sound scary, Xiaohu still died, as if he was really worthless by his wife, and it took a long time before he remembered that he was the king of the mountain who was fearless. Nothing can frighten even two-legged people.

The big tiger managed to pick up his self-esteem as a tiger, and stood up straight again. Cangbi said again: "You don't even dare to eat rabbits, and you still bite people. If you have the guts, eat the rabbit on your body first."

Xiaohu doesn’t eat much meat, and it’s not that he hasn’t eaten rabbits before. It’s just that this one is different. If there’s something different about it, it’s probably because of his different appearance... Anyway, every time he wants to sip his mouth, he always disappears by accident. Appetite, let this little guy stay until now.

"Daughter-in-law...then when will you come back?" Xiaohu didn't want to eat rabbits, so he had to compromise.

"If you don't bite him, I will come back naturally." Cang Bi didn't want to come back at all, the most urgent thing was to get out of the way first.

Xiaohu probably had all the things in his head growing into his body, nodded happily, touched the rabbit submerged in the sea of ​​fur, and gave him what he thought was the most seductive look in his life, obediently. Mountain.

Cang Bi and Cai Chun let out long breaths almost at the same time. The former wanted to save his freedom, while the latter wanted to save his life.

Cai Chun's leg was badly hurt, and it was obviously not easy to hide it from his mother. He kept groping for the snake grass growing on the ground along the way, picked a lot, put it on a smooth big stone, picked up two small stones, and pounded them. messing with.

Cangbi could tell at a glance that it was the bad-smelling green grass smeared on her fingertips: "It stinks..."

Perhaps the scholar was too greedy, picked too much at once, and smashed it for a long time without crushing much. Cang Bi couldn't stand it anymore, so she jumped onto the stone surface lightly, patted her clumsy hand away with one claw, and picked up a handful of medicinal herbs. stuffed into his mouth.

"What the hell...it's so bitter! Ahhh...so bitter..." Cangbi's sharp mouth moved quickly, while complaining vaguely, tears were drawn out by the bitter taste mixed with pungent and bitter. The bead swirls on its edge.

The scholar froze for a moment, and was about to break the little thing's mouth, when he saw the little white fox whining, with two front paws like a human being, and untied the loose knot on his calf. , revealing several deep streaks of blood, and then with a "pooh", he spat out the grass mixed with saliva onto the wound in disgust.

"You can't eat tofu for nothing." Cangbi said, sticking out her small tongue, licking|playing the grass along the wound, but in a short while, the two knife wounds were completely covered, and she jumped onto the boulder again, just about to do the same Once again, he was suddenly hugged.

Cai Chun slapped the sweet stream water and brought it to the little fox's mouth: "The herb is bitter, rinse your mouth."

"I haven't finished it yet, I'll rinse later." Cangbi turned her head away, the taste in her mouth was really unpleasant, a long-term pain is worse than a short-term pain, and she just wanted to end this torment as soon as possible.

Cai Chun's bent hand immediately followed: "Hurry up and rinse your mouth, the bitterness will be in your throat in a while."

Sure enough, with two extra legs, people couldn't understand what he said, Cangbi couldn't speak clearly, so he could only rinse perfunctorily.

Ordinary people have only seen foxes drinking water, but they have never seen one rinsing their mouths. Cai Chun didn't think it was strange. He persisted and bowed again: "Wash well, this herb will hurt your stomach if you eat it."

Cangbi couldn't help it, so she had to rinse again.

After rinsing five times, there was no trace of green around Bai's mouth, so Cai Chun let him go, but deprived Cangbi of his freedom again, put him in the bookcase, and closed the lid.

Cangbi thumped and bumped, and heard the light sound of the bamboo buckle being fastened, and yelled in bewilderment: "What are you doing, shut me up, the medicine hasn't been finished yet."

"Don't make noise." Cai Chun lightly bumped the bookcase with his elbow, and continued to twist the medicine.

Cangbi watched for a while through the bamboo weaving, feeling bored and unhappy, she just spread her arms and legs basking in the warm afternoon sun, and didn't bother to care about the scholar.

Cai Chun tossed all afternoon, and smeared the visible part of his calf. The place that was originally bright red was covered with a thick layer of dark green. Then he made a handful of black mud and applied another layer. Only then did I pick up the bookcase, avoid the world where everyone was still working, and detour back home.

Cai's mother saw that his legs were covered with mud and was about to wipe them up. Cai Chun hurriedly waved his hands and said he was fine. He picked up a pair of wrinkled linen trousers that had just been washed, and rushed out the door: "I'll go wash it."

When I came back, I wiped off the mud and changed my trousers. There was no trace of injury at all, but the dark cloth trousers were stained with a dirty dark green. Cai Chun only said that they were accidentally stained. , After dinner, Cai's mother was pushed into the room, while he was restlessly reading at the dinner table.

Early the next morning, Cai Chun opened his sleepy eyes from the scroll, and saw a small white fox approaching very close, his black eyes flickered, and he turned his head to avoid it.

Cang Bi didn't want to kiss him, so she raised her paw and patted Cai Chun's face: "There is a knock on the door."

The door door rang twice again at the right time, accompanied by Uncle Chen's cursing outside: "Cai Chun, you bastard, get out of here!"

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, as if trying to drive people's souls out.

Uncle Chen abused wantonly, and there were occasional urges from Wang Laoliu who didn't think it was too much. The meaning in the words was to blame Cai Chun for Uncle Chen's being scratched, and to ask him to pay for the soup and medicine.

Just as Cang Bi was about to speak a few words of injustice, his mouth was covered with rough palms. Cai Chun picked him up, put him in the book case, covered the bamboo lid, and whispered: "Don't make a sound." Put the book case under the bed in the inner room.

"What's the matter?" Seeing her son's nervous expression, Cai's mother felt her heart ache.

"It's okay, mother, rest well, don't come out, I will deal with it." Cai Chun tucked the quilt for his mother, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Cai Chun, what do you think of the three marks on my face!" Uncle Chen rushed in, followed by Wang Laoliu. The two of them were probably going to go down to the ground, carrying bamboo baskets and sickles in their hands. With the ferocious expression on his face, it was as if he had come to rob a house.

"Uncle Chen, didn't you get scratched by a cat? How can you count it with me?" The biggest lie Cai Chun had ever told in his life was to appease his mother. Besides this short sentence, I started to lie in my heart, and I just wanted to kowtow to the Confucius Temple to confess my crime.

Wang Laoliu saw the clue from his wandering eyes at once, and confirmed his conjecture in his heart. He slammed the sickle on the table with a "boom", echoing in the small dilapidated room: "Don't pretend to be stupid!" , Yesterday I clearly saw that thing jumping out of your bookcase, it was clearly a white fox!"

"I..." Cai Chun was at a loss for words, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

"Say your fox scratched me!" Uncle Chen dragged the stool over, crossed his legs and sat up, as if I wanted to blackmail you, "Either I will pay for the soup and medicine, or I will pay for the white Hand over the fox!"

"I really don't have any white foxes..." Cai Chun's eyes flew farther and farther away, and he glanced at the back room more and more frequently, for fear that the little fox would call out in the next moment and reveal his whereabouts.

"What a fool!"

"Ugh..."

Suddenly there was a very light low animal cry from the back room, which reached the ears of the three of them. Cai Chun's heart was almost stuck in his throat, which made him almost die. The other two smiled uncontrollably and pushed Cai Chun, who was blocking the way, strode into the back room.

"What are you doing!" Cai Chun has no flesh, and he doesn't have much strength. He couldn't stop the two of them. He chased up and stopped in front of his mother's bed. Mother is resting, how could you just break in like this."

Uncle Chen and Wang Laoliu paid no attention to him, their eyes wandered around the corners of the room, and they couldn't find anything after looking around.

The sound of something hitting the bamboo basket came from under the bed very untimely. Wang Laoliu pushed Cai Chun away and pushed him onto the bed. go in.

"You, you are trespassing on a famous house." Cai Chun has probably never uttered a bad word in his life, only a few weak testimonials, getting out of bed to drag the people below, there is no time.

Wang Laoliu fished out the book case and weighed it in his hands, as if he had harvested the best spoils.