Zhao Youliang laughed when he heard this.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. My dog brother didn't go out to play hooligan today. He was lying on his back in front of the store, drying his eggs."
"With it, not even a living person, not even a mouse, can get in!"
The facts really made Zhao Youliang right.
When the man hurried back to close the shop before sunset, he saw a big yellow dog bullying a little mouse.
Block the "people" in a corner and neither catch nor release them.
But whenever the little mouse wanted to escape, he would hold it down with his paws.
Then "kick" back to the corner.
Zhao Youliang originally didn't intend to meddle in this nosy matter. After all, he himself couldn't beat the big yellow dog.
But just when he was about to sneak into the store quietly, he saw the pitiful and helpless eyes of the little mouse.
This couldn't help but remind Zhao Youliang of his own childhood, before he met his adoptive father.
As an orphan, didn't he have the same look in his eyes when he was bullied?
At that time, Zhao Youliang wished that someone could come to help him and give him a hug...
After empathizing with each other, Zhao Youliang immediately decided to "draw his sword to help when the road is rough."
But what he "pulled out" was not a knife, but the fried dumplings that Sister Yingchun had brought back for him for dinner.
He placed the lunch box respectfully in front of the big yellow dog and said with a flattering look on his face as he looked at him with doubts.
"Brother Dog, let's discuss something. Can we trade dumplings for mice?"
"Dumplings are much more delicious than mice!"
"If you don't say anything, I'll just assume you agree..."
Zhao Youliang cautiously approached the little mouse as he spoke.
I finally felt relieved when I saw that the big yellow dog ignored me and just focused on eating dumplings.
He quickly held the little mouse in his hand and ran back into the house without forgetting to close the door tightly.
After making sure it was completely safe, Zhao Youliang placed the little mouse on the table in front of him.
The little guy seemed to be very spiritual and knew that Zhao Youliang had saved him.
So not only did he not run, he was not even afraid.
He just stared at Zhao Youliang in front of him curiously with his big bright eyes.
Zhao Youliang saw it in a novel way and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
The little mouse did not avoid it, but closed his eyes and looked quite enjoying it.
When Zhao Youliang saw this scene, he couldn't help but like this little guy even more.
He took out the two dumplings he had just quietly buttoned from his sleeves, and ate them one by one with the little mouse.
After eating, Zhao Youliang couldn't help laughing and scolding when he saw that the little mouse still refused to leave and stared at him with bright eyes.
"You're not full, little one? There's nothing we can do, there's really no dumplings left."
"Only those two are left, the rest are so cheap!"
"If you haven't eaten enough, come back tomorrow. You have to be careful when you come, don't let the old dog catch you again, do you understand?!"
After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, the little mouse squeaked twice and then jumped down from the table.
Before running away, he looked back at Zhao Youliang, seemingly reluctant to leave.
Zhao Youliang didn't think too much. While closing the shop on time according to the rules, he shook his head helplessly.
"Oh, it seems I have to go to bed hungry tonight!"
However, this is destined to be an extraordinary night...
Not long after Zhao Youliang lay down, he heard a regular knock on the door from outside.
"Dong dong dong."
Click three times, pause for a moment, and then click three more times.
The so-called subtle knowledge:
By knocking on the door in such a regular manner, Zhao Youliang knew that there must be a very well-educated person outside the door.
And they must not be residents of the small town.
Because all the residents here know the rules of making paper shops, it is impossible to visit them at night.
"Come on, come on, please go around the back door!" Zhao Youliang said as he put on his clothes and got out of bed.
After all, one of the rules in the store is that you can't open the front door after closing.
The back door opened, and Zhao Youliang finally saw the person knocking clearly through the streetlight.
An old man with a slight stoop, but strong spirit and extraordinary bearing.
Although the old man was dressed simply, his clothes were extremely clean and neat, with few wrinkles.
What attracted Zhao Youliang's attention the most was the old man's eyes that seemed to see through everything.
Zhao Youliang, who had already had a great influence on the first person who knocked on the door, quickly said politely when he saw this.
"Uncle, do you have anything to do with knocking on the door at night?"
The old man smiled kindly and looked at Zhao Youliang carefully before speaking.
"Hahaha, I'm really not used to being called uncle."
"Young man, you should call me Liu Ye. Oh, by the way, my surname is Hui. You can just call me Hui Liu Ye."
For some reason, the aura exuding from the old man made Zhao Youliang feel particularly safe.
It's like the feeling of being held in the arms of your adoptive father when you were a child.
So he quickly nodded and agreed: "Hmm, hello, Master Hui Liu!"
"It's so late, I should have invited you to sit in the room, but..."
Zhao Youliang hesitated at this point, because he really didn't know how to explain the strange rules in the store.
Fortunately, I quickly found a reason that was not a reason.
"But my dog is too ferocious, and I'm afraid it will bite you until you grow old."
Speaking of the big yellow dog, Zhao Youliang noticed something unusual.
In the past, no matter who knocked on the door or what time it was, the big yellow dog would immediately grin at the visitor.
Even if they don't agree with each other, they will pounce on them and beat and scratch them.
Why haven’t we seen the big yellow dog showing off today?
Thinking in his mind, Zhao Youliang unconsciously looked in the direction of the kennel.
But he was surprised to find that the rogue dog, which had always been so awesome, actually gave up. He was lying in the kennel, watching the old man shivering outside the door.
Even the dog's eyes were filled with fear.
Let me go, what's going on?
Could it be that this Mr. Hui Liu is the "dog beater" in the town?
Just when Zhao Youliang was thinking wildly, the old man spoke.
But I didn’t say it to people, I said it to dogs.
"Don't be so afraid. I'm not here to trouble you, Mr. Liu. I just want to thank this little friend."
"As for bullying my little boy, he will naturally come to you for a fight when he grows up."
Zhao Youliang was confused by what the old man said, but the big yellow dog obviously understood it.
I saw it hurriedly getting out of the kennel, standing upright on its hind legs like a human, and wagging its bald tail happily.
He held his fists with his two front paws and kept bowing to the old man.
The dog's face is full of fawning.
Seeing this, the old man couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Okay, go back to your nest."
"I still have something to say with this little friend."
Zhao Youliang, who was confused, heard the old man mentioning himself and asked quickly.
"Sixth Master, what orders do you always have from me?"
"Except for not being able to enter the store, everything else is negotiable."
