Chapter 1231 - 1228: Grandpa Can Fly

"It's about last night's incident! A cat, a compensation of three hundred thousand, scared everyone stiff."

Ah Qing made a comical expression, leaned on the parapet and looked down at Doggy on the village road, saying:

"When the compensation amount was announced, the village group chat exploded instantly that night. The village head even reminded everyone specially: if anyone has priceless pets at home, remember to report it in advance."

"Otherwise, if they're injured, it won't be easy to negotiate compensation. Unexpectedly, some truly priceless pets emerged, eighty thousand worth of Dragon Fish, tens of thousands worth of pinecone lizards, several thousand worth of pet snakes, and a few championship-level pet cats and dogs..."

In the village, keeping pets isn't just about companionship; they serve functional roles, like guarding homes or exterminating rodents and pests.

Usually, people aren't aware of confining pets; they just let them roam free in the courtyard.

But last night, a cat was bitten to death by a dog, and the dog's owner's compensation amount was simply astonishing.

It terrified villagers who own dogs.

People discussed the matter in the group chat, then someone shared a video.

The video depicted a dog in a certain village often chasing after a delivery man. Local villagers came up with a method to restrict the dogs' misbehavior.

They attached a stick to the dog's collar. If the dog tried to chase and bite the delivery man, the stick would hit its legs, slowing down its running speed.

To increase running speed, the dog would have to hold the stick in its mouth.

But even if it managed to catch up to the delivery man, with the stick in its mouth, it couldn't bite him.

This method forced dogs to choose between running or biting; they couldn't do both anymore.

"I understand the logic, but why are there cow bones hanging on the dogs' necks..."

Ansheng, face full of black lines, said: "Look, this incident overturned the friendship boat among the dogs."

"What's the rush in chopping wood up the mountain..." Ah Qing was amused and said:

"Last night, someone in the group asked where to find sticks that can restrict dogs' legs, and my brother chimed in, saying, 'Rounded sticks are hard to find, but rounded stick-shaped items? Don't you have cow leg bones in the fridge?'"

The village's ornamental trees are regularly pruned, producing only green buds that have nothing to do with being sturdy or durable.

The joint segments of ornamental trees, given their weight, would probably strangle a dog immediately if attached to the collar.

Chen Nian said something casually in the group, and villagers immediately adopted it.

Xia Dong, being a major consumer of beef, finds suitable branches difficult to come by, but there are plenty of beef bones for soup stock in the fridge or at the farmer's market...

By hanging the large bone, it instantly seals off the dog's original destructive power.

Now, they have no heart for biting; they're all devoted to guarding the large bone on their collars.

Not all dogs have large bones; some dogs hang branches, while others hang plastic buckets.

"... That waving flower hand, such a grave sin, aren't you worried that village dogs will find out the truth and bite mercilessly?"

Ansheng complained, displaying an expression of speechlessness.

"Shouldn't be; dogs also seem happy amidst the atmosphere of receiving New Year's gifts, don't you think?"

Ah Qing patted Little Fox, chuckling as she looked at the dogs on the village road.

Even though the dogs are guarding their food, they visibly show pride and pleasure on their faces.

They're quite pleased with their New Year's gifts.

"Yá diào rě miē zhī běi——"

Just as Little Fox and Ah Qing were leaning close together on the wall, watching the spectacle.

A loud wail echoed, accompanied by a classic Hakka intonation, resonating across the skies of Changxi Town.

Ansheng and Ah Qing were both stunned, instinctively watching the source of the echoing wail.

A motorcycle as flaming red as fire, adorned with white stripes, was speeding along, its shiny black tires gripping the road, utilizing a low slope angle to shoot straight like an arrow from a bow.

The rear wheel of the motorcycle touched down, landing on the roof of a four-story villa; the engine roared, pulling out a smoke screen while accelerating with a "whine" sound, flying toward a building across the village road.

"Ah Qing... your grandfather has taken flight."

Ansheng was dumbfounded, staring as the motorcycle crashed into Lin Ying's garden villa, flooring the throttle straight toward the fridge, randomly crushing two landlords.

The two unlucky fellows looked baffled, eyeing each other's brake marks on their faces, and then towards the instigator.

"Um... grandfather has taken flight."

Ah Qing was stupefied, watching her grandfather accomplish an intricate leap before her eyes, momentarily speechless.

The motorcycle accompanying her grandfather into a villa stopped in front of two fridges, extended two arms from its crimson fairing, opened the fridge door, and unscrewed its fuel tank cap.

"Dun dun dun——"

Seven or eight cans of sugarcane iced cola were poured into the fuel tank, after which the motorcycle extended its arms, grabbing a can of cola, and placed it into grandfather's arms, pointing at the ingredients list on the sugarcane cola.

"Ái diào..."

Grandfather, face full of shock, utterly confused, stared at the cola handed to him.

"Whine——"

Seeing the cola being taken, the motorcycle seemed to feel it had accomplished some mission, happily "whining."

With skeletal-altered four exhaust pipes on each side, it spewed a dense mist inside the room, drifted in place, and flew straight out from the doorway, turning into a red flash, disappearing instantly on the roads of Changxi Town.

"That speed... like an airplane, isn't it?" Ah Qing stared blankly towards the direction grandfather vanished:

"Didn't you say, the safety has been improved?"

"With the amount of cola being insufficient, when you're starving, you go wild too..." Ansheng glanced at Ah Qing, teasing:

"Besides, with this extraordinary jumping ability, and once airborne, the speed, who can chase down grandfather?"

Grandfather, upon starting the motorcycle, already merged with it as one entity, achieving man-vehicle unity, with physique toughness meeting harsh conditions head-on.

The Defender Spirit Beast, stationed ahead, even if directly run over by a single motorcycle, could only meet its fate at the hospital.

Ah Qing should rather worry about the traffic safety officers conducting team building activities at grandfather's house, than about grandfather's safety.

Even at a speed of five hundred kilometers per hour, it's a severe speeding offense even on unlimited-speed highways.

Ah Qing: "......"

The understanding of safety between us, isn't there some sort of discrepancy?

I hoped grandfather, wrapped in flesh over iron, would have intelligent driving systems and active avoidance systems, not for him to transform into a national highway hauler...

"Ah Qing! Breakfast is ready!"

Down in the courtyard, Chen Peipei lifted her head, calling out to Ah Qing on the rooftop:

"Later, we need to visit two cousin's houses for New Year's greetings..."

"Oh..." Ah Qing retracted her empty gaze, trying hard to compose her facial expression, descending from the rooftop to the first-floor dining room.

"Speaking of which, did you hear grandfather letting out a thunderous war cry just now?"

Chen Peipei, who was eating breakfast, suspiciously dug at her ears, showing a puzzled expression while asking:

"I feel like I heard grandfather angrily complain about someone having a bit of a rotten start in life..."

"Nothing happened with grandfather, did it?"

"Pfft..."

Ah Qing, while slurping rice noodles, almost choked, flushing red as she succumbed to a coughing fit.