PFC Chapter 73 This Prodigal Son
Chapter 73 This Prodigal Son
"Host, the system kindly reminds you that taming this bird is a sure-fire way to make a profit."
Wenwen was instantly pulled back to reality by that cold, hard voice.
"Ah, I made money."
She shook her head, then realized that she had almost fallen for a trap; someone in her own space could actually trip her up.
It seems this damn bird is quite capable; otherwise, the system wouldn't have reminded me to capture it.
But how can we persuade it? Judging from its unruly appearance, it's not something that can be easily subdued.
Looking at the aggrieved Xianbao and the distressed silly bird, Wenwen immediately came up with a sixteen-character strategy: cater to their preferences, catch them off guard, achieve a win-win situation, and move towards the future together.
She pretended to ponder for a moment, glared at the little bird, and said, "State your demands all at once, or I won't listen."
The little bird tilted its head, as if trying to confirm Wenwen's attitude.
Wenwen and it stared at each other, neither afraid of the other. "This is my territory, I'm in charge. I'll make you give in sooner or later."
The little bird was just about to take off, its beak just opened.
Wenwen raised her hand to stop them, "Stop, don't shout, and don't fly away. Just stand here and talk to Xianbao. Speak properly, understand?"
The little bird shook its tattered wings, turned around, tilted its head back, and chirped and cooed with Xianbao for a while.
The sound didn't sound so noisy anymore; if you listened closely, it even had a rhythm and was quite pleasant to listen to.
Look, birdsong can be beautiful too, and it's not monotonous and unchangeable. It's not that birds can't or won't sing; it just depends on whether they're willing to.
Watching Xianbao and Xiaoniao's back-and-forth banter, Wenwen thought to herself that Xianbao must have helped her vet the unreasonable request at the first opportunity.
Xianbao really had to be careful with the first hurdle. The broken bird had put forward many conditions, but it was impossible to present all of them to her master and cause her trouble. In the end, she only agreed to convey three conditions. As for whether her master agreed or not, she was only responsible for conveying them and didn't care about the outcome.
The little bird understood, its neck feathers twitching as it flapped its wings, agreeing to let Xianbao convey its message.
“Master, this broken thing—uh, it has three requests.”
"Which three?"
"First, it wants to come and go as it pleases, fly freely, and eat whatever it wants here; we can't restrict its behavior. Second, it has its eye on something here. Third, we promise to take it somewhere."
Wenwen!
Ha, quite a big shot, and with such a big mouth. The first one to come and go as he pleases must be rejected, and the second and third are not worth his attention.
Wenwen suppressed her anger and thought for a moment: this bird likes the food here and wants to come and go as it pleases, does that mean the space has a certain attraction for it? Why not take advantage of this?
Once she understood this, Wenwen immediately got into position, aimed at the silly bird, and retorted loudly with great momentum, "You dare to bring up the idea of coming and going as you please? Why should I let you fly and eat as you please? You're neither my teammate nor do you acknowledge me as your master. Why should I let you fly around my territory and provide for your three meals a day?"
Wenwen took a breath and continued, "Do you have a bad memory? Why did you come in? Paying back debts is a matter of course. You haven't paid off your old debts and you've incurred new ones. You haven't mentioned paying back any of them, you just keep making demands. Have you no shame? I'm the creditor. Do you even know what a creditor is? I haven't even asked you to pay back the debts yet, and you're already making outrageous demands."
Wenwen became more and more excited as she talked, and the more she talked, the more she enjoyed it.
“International treaties also have a clause on the ownership of airspace. I own all the airspace here. It’s my territory, I call the shots. I’m the creditor. I tell you what to do, and you do it. I tell you not to do something, and you have to stop. Why are there so many demands? If we can’t reach a consensus on the first point, then the second and third points can’t be implemented.”
"breathe."
Wenwen had her fill of fun, took a deep breath, and adjusted her posture to face the little bird.
The little bird plopped down on the ground, its tattered wings drooping, its neck feathers drooping, and its beady green eyes darting around. It was probably going to take it a while to process such a long passage.
After a while, the little bird came to its senses and chirped weakly to the thread.
With a blank expression, Xianbao relayed, "Master, it asked if we could talk about the second point first."
Wenwen flatly refused, "No."
Then she added a few more words of advice, "Xianbao, talk to it, say some nice things, tell it if it's fun here, and if I, its owner, treat it well. I'll go find some Star Lotus Grass first, and come back later."
Wenwen walked away with small, quick steps, not forgetting to make a few veiled insults.
"Oh dear, my Star Lotus Grass, and Little Spotted Thread Treasure, what a miserable life. It's all that damned person's fault."
"Sigh, I wonder if there are any whole Star Lotus Grasses left."
"Little Spotted, you died a terrible death."
"I'll avenge you another day."
“I put all sorts of tortures on it, trying them one by one, frying, stir-frying, cooking and boiling it all.”
Wenwen's words successfully reached the bird's ears.
This caused the little bird's tiny body to tremble incessantly, and it looked as if several more feathers had fallen out in fright.
Xianbao stood to the side, trying his best to say nice things, using both threats and inducements.
Wenwen didn't care about the process; she only cared about the result.
The priority now is to hurry up and replant those bare stalks, then carefully cover them with soil and water them.
She prayed that this branch would live up to her potential and not wither away, otherwise her grand plan would be missing a strong corner.
After that, she bent down and picked up everything in the field, including every bit of the star lotus grass, broken branches and leaves, not allowing any to be wasted. Just kidding, this was the land she had found and planted with great difficulty, how hard-won and how precious it was.
Besides, this herb is extremely useful; it shouldn't be treated lightly.
Only this good-for-nothing bird would be so oblivious to human suffering and act so recklessly. Given the chance, I'll definitely give it a good beating and make it regret it.
Wenwen spent some time tidying up the open space, and just as she straightened up to rest for a while, Xianbao called her at that very moment.
“Master, it is willing to acknowledge you as its master, yes, yes.”
“Speak plainly, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”
"On the condition that the last two conditions must be met. Absolutely!"
Wenwen!
So assertive, does he really think she'll agree?
Sigh, she actually agreed. After all, she was determined to have him too, and they were evenly matched.
She recalled the last two points.
Article 2: Look at something in the above-mentioned house.
Wenwen wondered what the Wen family had that a bird would covet. Rare treasures? Antiques and paintings? What could it be? This successfully piqued her curiosity.
Article 3: Promise to take it somewhere.
This request is even stranger.
A place even a small bird can't fly into, and she takes it there? What kind of logic is that? What kind of place is that? She doesn't have wings, how can she get there?
Wenwen's confusion did not escape the little bird's notice.
The little thing opened its mouth and made two "chirp chirp" sounds. Its beady eyes widened, and a hoarse, aged voice suddenly escaped from its mouth.
"If I call you that... you know, would you dare to answer?"
I K!
This damn bird can talk!