Chapter 928: Humans Have Their Words, Beasts Have Theirs

Strangely, once the dog stood up, it stopped barking at Wang An.

Not only did it stop barking, but it also began shaking its head and wagging its tail toward him.

As everyone knows, when a dog makes this gesture, it is a sign of friendliness and intimacy.

This truly lived up to the old saying: "Humans have their talk, and beasts have their tongue."

Who would have thought that while humans normally solve problems through verbal communication, dogs could actually do the same.

Since the dog had taken the initiative to show affection, Wang An naturally wouldn't hold its previous rudeness against it. Thus, Wang An leaned down and gave the dog's head a vigorous rub.

Just like that, the dog that Wang An couldn't handle no matter what was easily won over after Da Hei barked a few times.

To be honest, if Da Hei couldn't speak human language, Wang An really wanted to ask him what he had just said to the dog to make it submit so easily.

To reward the dog's betrayal—no, it should be called rewarding its decision to leave the darkness for the light—and primarily to test whether the dog truly trusted him, Wang An pulled out a steamed bun and tossed it to the dog.

The reason for using a bun as a test was that mountain dogs were different from house dogs.

Almost all hunters train their dogs from a young age not to eat food given by strangers.

Of course, the training method is simple: if the dog dares to eat it, it is greeted with a lashing from the stranger.

Over time, a mountain dog will absolutely refuse food from strangers because it knows very clearly that while food from its master is safe, food from anyone else will surely lead to trouble.

Truth be told, humans can be quite cruel.

The dog saw the bun on the ground and drooled a long string of saliva, but it never took a bite.

The dog's eyes darted back and forth between the bun and Wang An, occasionally barking a couple of times at the bun.

Clearly, it wanted to eat, but it didn't dare.

It had to be said that the dog's original owner was definitely a proper old mountain man; the training of this dog was impeccable.

After a while, Wang An said to Da Hei

"Da Hei, tell it to eat the bun. Tell it that from now on, it belongs to our house."

Hearing this, Da Hei barked at the dog again. After hearing Da Hei's barks, the dog hesitated for a moment before finally unable to resist, picking up the bun, pinning it down with its front paw, and tearing it open.

It must be said that dogs eat damn fast. After tearing off a piece of the bun, it chewed only two or three times before swallowing it whole; he didn't know why it wasn't afraid of choking.

However, it was obvious that since the dog was skinny as a ghost, it was truly starving.

So, Wang An threw another bun over.

In this manner, using the same method, Wang An perfectly won over the other mountain dog as well.

Based on the color of their fur, Wang An gave them two very pleasant names: Da Quan and Xiao Quan.

Mainly because both dogs had a ring of yellow fur around their necks; one dog's ring was larger, while the other's was smaller.

As for the two house dogs, one was a cyan-colored dog with black and white fur mixed together, and the other was a grey dog.

Based on the white fur on their lips, chins, and faces, as well as the looseness of their skin, it could be determined that these two were old dogs of seven or eight years, perhaps even nearly ten.

It had to be said that these loan sharks were absolute animals to even bring back dogs this old.

Perhaps it was because Da Hei's barking had already let them know they were changing owners, or perhaps because Da Quan and Xiao Quan had already betrayed—no, left the darkness for the light—making them feel there was no point in holding out.

In any case, neither of the two dogs showed any reserve; they shook their heads and wagged their tails, immediately showing friendliness to Wang An.

Without lying, Wang An didn't have the slightest bit of interest in these two house dogs.

To put it bluntly, he didn't want them at all.

Mainly because he already had enough dogs at home. Raising two more old timers would be useless; it would be a pure waste of grain.

But seeing their pitiful, miserable looks, Wang An felt a bit of pity.

Earlier, while letting them pledge loyalty, he had thought that if they showed even a shred of reluctance, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.

They were already subpar old dogs; if they dared to act reserved, there was no way Wang An would indulge them.

Unfortunately, these two old dogs acted as if they knew exactly what Wang An was thinking. They gave him no chance to turn away, acting so fawning and eager that they were practically licking his backside.

Left with no choice, Wang An reluctantly took them in.

As the saying goes, "One is led, two are driven." He'd just consider it an act of charity.

Having subdued four dogs, Wang An didn't tie them to the sidecar and planned to ride home.

The reason he tied the dogs when coming here but didn't when going home was that tying them on the way out prevented them from getting lost and trying to go home midway if they lost sight of the owner.

On the way home, even if the dogs lost the owner, they would instinctively find their own way back.

However, just as Wang An kicked the sidecar into gear and was about to leave, the grey dog suddenly started barking at the dog kennel, while the cyan dog gently bit the hem of Wang An's trousers, trying to pull him off the vehicle.

Wang An looked down at his brand new mining uniform trousers being held in a dog's mouth, and a surge of anger instantly erupted in his heart. His damn new pants were being bitten by a dog—anyone would be angry!

Keep in mind, this was a mining uniform; Wang An had been wearing it for less than two hours, and most importantly, he only had this one pair of trousers.

Consequently, Wang An couldn't help but shout

"What the fuck, you bastard! Do you want to die? Why the hell are you biting my pants?"

Fortunately, the cyan dog knew its place and hadn't bitten hard. Hearing Wang An's shout, it immediately let go.

Wang An looked at the bitten trouser leg and subconsciously stepped off the motorcycle.

Bending down to look closer, he found there was only a bit of dog drool on them, and his mood improved slightly.

As Wang An stood up and was about to continue scolding the dog, he discovered that the cyan dog had already returned to the front of the dog kennel, barking furiously.

At that moment, the grey dog, which had also been barking at the kennel, ran to its own kennel and continued to bark.

(End of Chapter)