With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

As he spoke, he pointed to the only twenty or thirty kilograms of meat left on the stall.

It has been just over half an hour since the stall was opened, and only this much is left of a 300-pound wild boar.

Uncle Dong was standing behind the stall with a bright smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"Haha, that's right! I just met a big customer who bought half a head of this stuff! He said there was a wedding at home and they wanted to hold a big feast!"

Sister Chunyan walked forward, carefully holding the cage containing two little caracals in both hands and placed it in front of Uncle Dong.

"Uncle Dong, these are two little caracals we found at a stall just now. They looked so pitiful, so we bought them."

Uncle Dong moved closer to the cage and looked at the two shivering little caracals, a trace of pity showing on his face.

"They caught and sold them when they were so young? It's a sin. They look so pitiful!"

Zhou Xing watched from the side, nodded continuously, and quickly walked over to speak.

"Uncle Dong, these two little guys are too young. Can I borrow some of your deer milk to feed them when we get back? Maybe the deer milk can save them."

After hearing this, Uncle Dong nodded without hesitation.

"Of course! Or we can go back and take the remaining meat with us."

After Uncle Dong finished speaking, everyone started to clean up the stall, packed up the remaining wild boar meat, and set off on their journey home.

Without the big wild boar it was carrying, the ox cart felt much lighter and it only took an hour to stop safely at the doorstep.

"Finally home!"

Sister Chunyan let out a long sigh, quickly stood up, jumped out of the car holding the bamboo cage in her hands, and trotted to the yard.

She squatted down, carefully opened the cage, and spoke softly.

"Come on, little ones, we're home!"

Zhou Yue also quickly followed and stood aside, staring at the cage.

I saw two little caracals curled up in the corner, their little bodies trembling slightly.

The bamboo cage was opened, but they still didn't dare to come out, as if they were a little scared.

"These two little guys are estimated to be only about half a month old. They are very light and their teeth are just beginning to emerge."

As Sister Chunyan spoke, she gently took the two little guys out with her hands, being so gentle that she was afraid of hurting them.

Zhou Yue couldn't help but reach out and touch the little guy's head, with a surprised smile on her face.

"Oh, the fur is so soft and comfortable, just like cotton! They really look like kittens, like pear-colored long-haired kittens."

The two little caracals lay on the ground with their eyes half-closed. They occasionally looked around, but they didn't have the strength to move.

"Why aren't you moving? You must be starving!"

Zhou Yue frowned with concern and turned to say to Sister Chunyan.

"Sister Chunyan, let's quickly get some milk to feed them."

Sister Chunyan smiled and pointed to the corner of the yard.

"Axing is already working on it. I'll go see how it goes."

After Zhou Xing returned home, he started to get busy.

He held a bowl in his hand and walked into the deer pen in the corner of the yard.

The doe in the pen raised her head warily and looked at him with her dark eyes.

At this time, Zhou Xing was holding the small bowl tightly in his hand, standing in front of the doe, with a look of helplessness on his face, not knowing what to do next.

Sister Chunyan stood outside the deer pen, holding onto the fence with both hands, leaning forward and talking to Zhou Xing.

"Axing, get down lower and slowly get under the doe's belly. Be careful not to get kicked!"

After hearing this, Zhou Xing nodded, bent his body, and approached the doe cautiously, muttering softly.

"Deer, deer, please don't move."

He slowly reached out his hand, gently placed it on the doe's belly, and began to try to milk her.

The doe moved her hooves restlessly, and Zhou Xing shuddered in fear, and stopped moving his hands.

"Don't be afraid, Xing. Go ahead and rub it gently."

Sister Chunyan encouraged him. Zhou Xing calmed himself down and started kneading again.

It took a while before the first drop of milk was squeezed out, and the white milk beads fell into the bowl.

"Yes, yes!"

There was a hint of surprise on Zhou Xing's face. The doe had just given birth and had plenty of milk.

But after all, unlike cows and sheep, there is not much milk and it is more difficult to squeeze it out.

After working for a while, I finally got enough milk for half a bowl.

Zhou Xing let out a long sigh and held the bowl carefully in both hands as if he was holding a rare treasure.

He stood up, a gentle smile on his face, and walked quickly to Zhou Yue and the little caracal.

Brother Zhou Xing held the half bowl of deer milk in both hands and looked at Zhou Yue with sparkling eyes.

"Sister, the milk is still warm, let's feed it to the little caracal!"

"Hey, good!"

Zhou Yue responded quickly, reaching out to take the bowl, and was about to move closer to the little caracal when she suddenly stopped.

She frowned, a look of embarrassment on her face.

"This little caracal is so small and can't even drink by itself! How can I get the deer milk in the bowl into its little mouth?"

She muttered to herself as she looked around, trying to find the right tool.

Zhou Xing also came over, stared at the little caracal's small mouth, frowned into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and echoed.

"Yeah, a spoon definitely won't work. It's too big! What should I do?"

In fact, Zhou Yue’s system has syringes and small bottles for pets, which are perfect for feeding the little caracals.

But in this era, if these things were taken out of thin air in this simple farmyard, there would be no way to explain their origins.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Sister Chunyan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of a solution.

"Hey, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Not long after, Sister Chunyan came back jogging, holding a thin reed tightly in her hand.

"Ayue, I picked a reed behind the house. Can you see if it works?"

Not far behind the house, there is a pond with several clumps of reeds beside it.

When A Yue heard the voice, she raised her head and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"This thing works, let me try it!"

Zhou Yue took the reed, looked at it carefully, and then folded it shorter.

Then put the reed into the bowl of milk and use your thumb to tightly block the top of the reed.

In this way, some of the milk will remain inside the reed stem, and even if it is lifted up, the milk will not fall out.

If you slowly release your thumb, the milk inside will flow out.

Zhou Yue didn’t know what the principle was, perhaps it was because of the strong atmospheric pressure.

There isn’t a lot of milk stored in the reed stalks, but that’s just as well, as it prevents the baby caracals from choking.

Using this method, the baby caracals finally drank their first milk in two days.

The little mouth sucked the deer milk, the look was so adorable that it would melt you!