Some of these stray dogs had been driven from the dog market by the stray cats, and some had been born and raised in the landfill. How long had it been since they had tasted a delicious and juicy drumstick?
It wasn't a rotten drumstick with maggots, but a fragrant, hot, honey-roasted drumstick. The skin was a tempting caramel color, and the tender and not dry drumstick had been completely marinated. The rich and sticky honey slowly flowed down the drumstick bones …
In an instant, almost all the stray dogs rushed forward together. There was nothing else in their eyes, and they didn't even listen to Little White's orders and scoldings.
Zhang Zian thought that it was over! He didn't expect the roasted drumstick to be so tempting to the stray dogs. He deliberately waited for the stray dogs to fill their stomachs with dog food before taking it out. He didn't expect them to still be like hungry ghosts with red eyes.
At that moment, Vladimir jumped out of the window and onto the roof of the car. He raised his arms and shouted, "Comrades meow! Charge! "
A large number of stray cats suddenly rushed out, and many of them were familiar to Zhang Zian. They didn't know when they had arrived, and while the stray dogs' attention was focused on the dog food and Zhang Zian, they quietly ambushed nearby, waiting for Vladimir to give the order.
The stray dogs had won before, but the shadow of being bullied by the stray cats had not completely dissipated. With the enemy in front of them, they couldn't care less about the drumsticks for the time being. They were all on guard.
The stray dogs and stray cats each occupied one side, and they could start a scuffle in this wilderness at any time.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Little White taught the few dogs that had just disrupted the order a lesson and finally stabilized the situation.
On the other hand, the stray cats had been orderly ever since they appeared. They followed orders and did not panic at all.
The difference between them was that although the stray cats were led by Vladimir, the core that united them was Vladimir's shining ideas. The stray dogs, on the other hand, were purely relying on Little White's individual authority.
When the two were compared, the difference between them was obvious.
After all, the stray dogs were still at the stage of trying to solve the problem of food and clothing, and the stray cats in the city never lacked food.
Vladimir seemed to have gained the upper hand in this invisible contest.
However, the flat and unobstructed terrain of this wilderness was disadvantageous to the stray cats, who were good at three-dimensional maneuver combat. In addition, they did not have an overwhelming advantage in numbers. If there was a real conflict, the stray cats would definitely suffer.
"Everyone, calm down!"
The two armies confronted each other. Zhang Zian, who was standing in the middle with a chicken drumstick in his hand, was under a lot of pressure.
He was very grateful to Vladimir. If it hadn't planned in advance, something big would have happened today. However, at this time, he had to try his best to mediate.
The stray dogs had calmed down. He pouted at Little White and gave it a look. He handed the drumstick in his hand to it and let it put it in the food bowl for the stray dogs who had picked up the most bottles to enjoy.
They ate with relish, finishing the chicken in two or three bites. They even chewed the bones to pieces as if they hadn't had enough.
The dog that picked up fewer bottles drooled. It was somewhat unconvinced. Why did those dogs get to eat chicken drumsticks?
Little White used its forelegs to lower their heads and let them carefully look at the bottles it had picked up, and then looked at the bottles the dogs had picked up. They more or less understood that the number of empty bottles was equal to the number of chicken drumsticks.
This was exactly what Zhang Zian had hoped for, to increase the enthusiasm of the stray dogs through rewards.
Scavenging was a technical job, even an industrial chain.
A mountain of garbage in the eyes of ordinary people was a mountain of treasure in the eyes of professional scavengers.
There was a place in China called Lengshui Village, where there were hundreds of villagers, all of whom were professional scavengers. On average, each person could earn 3,000 to 5,000 a month by scavenging. Even with a big discount, the stray dogs could earn a few hundred to a thousand a month, more than enough to support themselves.
Three to five thousand may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of white-collar workers in big cities, but if you look at the whole of China, the monthly income of three to five thousand dollars was actually more than half of the Chinese people, although this money was exchanged with hard work and health.
The waste purchase station that Zhang Zian contacted was actually just a middleman. The district-level purchase waste and sell it to the municipal level, the municipal level sell it to the regional level, and the regional level sell it to the provincial level, earning the price difference layer by layer. The ambitious scavengers who were unwilling to be exploited might choose to start their own businesses and become waste purchasers themselves. Then they would smelt the purchased cans into valuable aluminum ingots and sell them to factories. It was equivalent to changing from a raw material source to a processed export.
Although Zhang Zian did not have such ambitions, he could try to find a nearby smelting factory, negotiate the price directly with the factory, and then send the cans over. The price would definitely be much higher than the purchase price, and the difference earned by the middleman would be in his own pocket.
As long as the quantity was large enough, there would be bargaining power, but this was something to be considered in the future.
Everything was to let the stray dogs stay in the suburbs and live and work in peace, instead of jumping into the city to cause trouble, which was not good for anyone.
In fact, what was so good about the city? Traffic congestion, poor air quality, expensive housing prices, going out to do things, and being looked down upon everywhere …
Peasant women, mountain springs, and some fields – this was the ultimate dream of a man!
In the blink of an eye, the boxes of chicken legs he had brought had been eaten up, and not even a few complete bones were left.
The dogs that had eaten the chicken legs licked their tongues and stared at him. The fierceness in their eyes had mostly dissipated, and some were even wagging their tails to please him. They were more like ordinary dogs at home begging for food.
The dogs that hadn't eaten the chicken legs spun around anxiously, their saliva tempted by the smell. They couldn't eat the chicken legs, so they even snatched the leftover chicken bones to eat. They even wanted to lick the foam incubator that was stained with chicken juice – the incubator would be used often in the future, so they couldn't just let their dirty tongues lick it.
Even if it was just ordinary dog food, it was much better than the rancid food they usually ate.
Zhang Zian believed that at this time, as long as Little White gave the order, the dogs would definitely rush to the garbage dump and pick up all the cans and empty drink bottles they could find …
It wasn't just the dogs, but even the stray cats that Vladimir had brought to help were about to cry.
Zhang Zian picked up the empty bag of dog food and shook it, then turned over the empty foam box to show them that they had really eaten it all, and there was nothing left.
The stray dogs couldn't hide their disappointment, and their spirits were a lot lower. They were full of dog food, and soon felt thirsty. They wanted to drink water, and they all looked back at the artificial forest, licking their thirsty lips with their tongues.
Little White didn't order them to drink water. It wasn't that it was deliberately abusing them, but that it was really difficult.
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