Chapter 1144 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (25)
Chapter 1144 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (25)
The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Twenty-Five)
After confirming that the big cat had simply captured the people and then abandoned them, Song Ning began to haggle back and forth with the man named Wang Kang.
Wang Kang meant that he had been captured and brought here from a rather far place, a journey of about three hours, and he also had to bring materials and other things to do. He demanded that Song Ning provide him with lunch in addition to the pay he was asking for.
Song Ning offered to lend him the stroller, not worried that the guy would embezzle it, since he had Leopard backing him up.
He didn't quite agree to the idea of paying for a meal, since Wang Kang had already offered compensation before, and he felt it was unreasonable to ask for more now, especially after he went out for a walk today and realized that food was more important than he had imagined.
Wang Kang clearly understood this principle as well, and he was equally unwilling to let go of any opportunity to obtain food.
Finally, the two reached an agreement: meals would not be provided, but the compensation would be fifteen days' worth of food. In addition, Wang Kang would borrow a trolley for three days to haul all the materials over, and the total construction period would be ten days.
After finishing his speech, Wang Kang was still somewhat heartbroken, exclaiming that he had been taken advantage of.
Song Ning didn't believe it, but he was certain he wouldn't lose out either. After the heated kang bed was set up in ten days, he and Big Cat would be able to have a more comfortable place to stay all winter, and that was the most important thing.
He believed that the big cat brought people over for this reason.
The trolley was given to Wang Kang as a deposit. Song Ning glanced at the big cat, thought for a moment, and then didn't ask any questions.
Although he didn't know how the big cat knew that Wang Kang could build a kang (a heated brick bed), he didn't need to know so much about some things.
However, there is something worth asking. Song Ning paused in front of the big cat, looking very serious.
"Brother Leopard, you've been so good to me, is there anything I can do to help you?"
At first, he thought the big cat was using him as a food reserve, but later he realized that the big cat simply wanted to keep a human as a pet, just like humans keep pets.
But now it seems the big cat is genuinely kind to him. Song Ning believes that even before the apocalypse, no one had ever treated him this well. Is the big cat being so kind to him for something in return?
No sooner had he finished speaking than his hand was lashed by a tail that resembled an iron whip.
This blow was different from the previous ones; it clearly hurt a bit, as if it was deliberately applied to teach him a lesson.
Song Ning felt a little confused, a little wronged and helpless. He looked at the big cat's vertical pupils and tried to reason with it.
"You're good to me, so I want to be good to you too. That's perfectly reasonable. If you really need my help with anything, just tell me. Even though you can't speak, I know you understand what I mean."
He genuinely had this thought, and it wasn't the first time he'd thought it this way.
After dealing with Big Head and his group that day, Big Cat's appearance actually improved his mood a lot.
He found it hard to describe the feeling, but one thing he understood was that the moment the big cat appeared, for the first time in all these years of the apocalypse, he felt like he had been wronged and could finally go home.
Seeing his unusually serious gaze, Black Panther felt a little irritated for some reason.
But there was also a strange feeling that he had actually guessed long ago. He got up and circled his human a few times, then suddenly raised his paw and pushed the person forward.
Song Ning fell backward without warning, her eyes still clear and unaware of what was happening.
Then he felt the big cat lie down next to him, and then reach out its paw to pull him into its arms, just like it would when sleeping at night.
Song Ning: “?”
He waited a while, then slowly came to his senses, and with a wry smile, nudged the big cat's paw. "You don't need to tell me that. What else? I mean, is there anything else I need to do?"
The big cat spread its paws and stopped moving.
Song Ning was also helpless against such a big cat, but he secretly decided that he should try to think about how to make the big cat more comfortable in the future. He couldn't just enjoy the benefits brought by the big cat without thinking about giving anything in return.
The cart was lent to Wang Kang, and the next day, as promised, the guy arrived on time with the cart. However, when he arrived, Wang Kang's hands and feet were so cold that he could hardly stand it. Song Ning had to let him warm himself by the fire for a full ten minutes and then gave him some hot water before he recovered.
Wang Kang looked at the honeycomb briquettes in the brazier with envy, warming his hands while stamping his feet to recover.
"No wonder you're all rushing to build kang (heated brick beds). It's such a waste to just burn these nice things like that."
When he got back, he was still thinking about it. Firewood is not as easy to find as it was before the apocalypse. Will the man and the leopard be able to make firewood if they build a kang (a heated brick bed)?
Now he realized he was being narrow-minded. He had seen it before he went inside. Good heavens, there must have been at least ten tons of honeycomb briquettes over there.
This is a really good thing; it would be a waste not to make a kang (heated brick bed) out of it.
Wang Kang pondered for a moment, then chuckled and asked with a shameless grin.
"Hey buddy, I see you guys need to cook too. How about I get you a stove to cook on? That would be super convenient."
Song Ning glanced at him and was somewhat tempted.
Wang Kang didn't waste much time before getting to work, and Song Ning followed along, learning and negotiating prices at the same time.
In the end, the deal was struck for two more days' worth of food. Song Ning even booked Wang Kang's work hours for the future, as he wanted to build a cellar for storing ice, which Wang Kang happened to know how to do.
However, Song Ning did not say directly that he was storing ice, but only that he was considering storing food in the future.
Wang Kang immediately patted his chest and said there was no problem, and then began to work diligently.
During this period, Song Ning did not go out again. Firstly, she was somewhat wary and worried about Wang Kang, and secondly, the weather was too cold. You could tell by how long Wang Kang stayed by the fire pit every time he came.
However, it must be said that Wang Kang's skills are truly exceptional. Ten days later, not only was the kang (heated brick bed) completed, but Wang Kang also helped him solve the problem of indoor ventilation by building a flue and chimney. The promised stove for cooking was also built, and he even expanded the house by adding a small room specifically for cooking and bathing.
Instead of asking for food, Wang Kang traded fifty kilograms of honeycomb briquettes with Song Ning for the materials needed for the expansion. This time, Song Ning readily agreed without much haggling.
When the project was completed, Song Ning lent Wang Kang a handcart to transport honeycomb briquettes home, and they agreed that Wang Kang would come over in three days to help with the cellar work.
As soon as Wang Kang left, Song Ning couldn't wait to see their heated kang bed, the new stove, and the adjacent bathroom.
Leaving aside the heated kang bed, which he had been looking forward to for a long time, what Song Ning was even more looking forward to was that Wang Kang had set up a bathroom next to the stove for him. When he wanted to take a bath, he could just move the pot off the stove and the bathroom would warm up. Wang Kang had even set up a drain for him, which was even better than he had imagined.
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