Author: The 300-pound cook

Eight large eagles circled high in the sky, emitting several long and shrill screams, which made the two bird thieves moan incessantly, but they could only focus on climbing to the bottom of the stone wall.

It is easier to go up the mountain than to go down the mountain.

Relatively speaking, because Yang Chuan's body is thin and light, and he has often practiced his escape skills in private over the past few years, he is relatively calm when leaping between rocks.

Tang Yi's father was huge, even though he was as strong as an ape, he was still a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the big eagles just hovered in the air and did not launch an attack. They seemed not to notice that the two young eagles had been stolen, which made them secretly relieved.

After finally returning to the ground, Tang Yi's father whistled and four horses came running from a distance, looking very happy.

"Go quickly."

The two men got on their horses, patted their horses and left.

Tang Yi's father's expression was very serious. Although there was no fear as before, he still did not dare to let down his guard. He looked up from time to time for fear of being caught up by those golden eagles.

Yang Chuan wasn't too nervous at first, but looking at Tang Yi's father's appearance, he began to mutter in his heart: 'No way, is it possible that the golden eagle will attack humans?'

"Young Master, be careful. The female eagle will fight tooth and nail if she finds out that her baby eagle has been stolen."

After running for more than ten miles, Yang Chuan couldn't help but relax when he saw that the big eagles hadn't caught up with him, and the speed of his horse naturally slowed down, which made Tang Yi's father very worried.

"Uncle, actually the golden eagle can't beat us," Yang Chuan looked up at the sky a few times, then looked around the surroundings, and suddenly laughed: "How about we catch a few more big eagles?"

He is going back to Chang'an soon, and having a few more golden eagles to protect him will give him a little more sense of security.

Tang Yi's father was startled and said quickly: "The golden eagle is the king of heaven. He is extremely fierce. Even a wolf's head will be scratched with bloody holes if he touches it with his claws."

Then Tang Yi's father shut up.

Yang Chuan turned his horse's head and galloped towards a small pine forest not far away, ignoring Tang Yi's father's dissuasion.

Tang Yi's father had no choice but to pat his horse and follow him.

"Uncle, take your horses and hide them in the woods. Try not to let the golden eagle find you."

Yang Chuan took off his backpack from the horse and started to take out things, including a few balls of wool rope, two fishing nets, some small knives, a small axe, a small hand saw and other odds and ends... Tang Yi's father was dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure out why there were so many useless things packed into a backpack?

"Go and hide the horse," Yang Chuan said with a smile, seeing Tang Yi's father in a daze, "I'm just worried that those big eagles won't dare to catch up."

Tang Yi's father was silent for a long time and left without saying a word.

It can be seen that this iron-tower-like Huns is a little angry and a little sad. He is probably aggrieved by Sister Bao's family's "entrustment of wrongdoers", right?

Yang Chuan was too busy setting up traps to pay attention to it.

He stole young eagles from the cliff, trained them for a while, and tamed them from an early age. He had heard of this before, but it was his first time doing it himself, so he seemed very nervous.

But when it comes to trapping hawks in fishing nets... he is simply too skilled.

I think back then, a golden eagle could be exchanged for a second-hand pickup truck and two large barrels of oil on the black market. If you were lucky, you could pick up a few free girls along the Qinghai-Tibet line...

Seven or eight wool ropes were fixed to the tree, and one fishing net was tied with the rope and tightened, while the other fishing net was placed relatively loosely, with some small 'traps' designed on it, enough to catch the gold that crashed into it.

The eagle is deeply trapped in it.

After busying themselves with a cup of tea, an eagle's net was opened.

Yang Chuan took out the two young eagles from his bag, tied them with wool ropes, and fixed them in the middle of the big net. He carefully checked the fishing net and the trap again, and then got out of the big net.

He hid behind a pine tree not far away and began to close his eyes and meditate...

…

Less than half an hour later, several sharp eagle calls suddenly sounded, and nine large eagles appeared in the sky. They were hovering above the small pine forest, searching, which made Tang Yifu who was hiding in the forest tremble with fear.

He poked his head out from behind a big tree and looked at Yang Chuan who was sleeping. He was speechless several times and could not say a word.

It seems that this time he made a mistake.

This Han Chinese young man has a handsome appearance, and the beef and mutton he cooks are delicious. He is also a good man, cautious, affectionate and righteous, but how could a man like this suddenly become confused!

Could it be that even the ‘King of the Snow Mountain’, whom I regard as a god, has misjudged this time?

Golden eagle.

Those flying in the sky are golden eagles. Speaking of which, even the 'King of Snow Mountains' would shy away from them. How many more does this Han boy want to catch?

Tang Yi's father was full of regret, but had no choice but to silently take out his bow and arrows and prepare for a hard battle.

Then, he saw a golden eagle swooping down and heading straight in the direction of Yang Chuan.

Tang Yi's father drew out a wolf-fang arrow, placed it firmly on the bowstring, and slowly pulled it open. He half-squinted one eye and stared at Yang Chuan, who was sleeping behind the big tree.

He didn't want to kill a few golden eagles, he just wanted to save the life of Yang Chuan, his new master...

At this moment, Yang Chuan's eyes opened. He waved his hand towards Tang Yi's father with a smile, and ran out like a nimble raccoon cat. He ran under the two large fishing nets and started to take care of them.

Immediately afterwards, he was seen dragging a huge golden eagle back behind the big tree, binding it tightly with a wool rope and throwing it at his feet.

Tang Yi's father was a little unconvinced. He took back his bow and arrow, rubbed his eye sockets vigorously, and looked at Yang Chuan again.

A big eagle was indeed caught by him!

How did this young man do it? And how did he do it? Using only a few wool ropes and two fishing nets... he caught an adult golden eagle?

Because the distance was a little far, Tang Yi's father did not dare to go forward easily without Yang Chuan's order, fearing that he would be reckless and delay the "master's" important task of catching the eagle, so he could only act in a hurry.

Fortunately, at this time, Yang Chuan waved his hand and said something silently.

Although Tang Yi's father didn't understand what Yang Chuan was talking about, he understood the general meaning. He should be calm and wait patiently, right?

So, more than an hour later.

There were only five giant eagles left in the sky. They whinnied and circled in circles over the small pine forest, and finally flew helplessly into the distance.

Needless to say, Yang Chuan had already caught four giant eagles.

"Uncle, come here to help." Seeing the remaining five big eagles flying away, Yang Chuan stood up and stretched with some regret, "It's a pity that we only caught four..."

You can't become a Condor Hero, nor can you be a Condor Hero, but catching four giant eagles at once and reluctantly becoming a 'Condor Catching Hero' is actually pretty good.

The reason why I pretend to be sorry is just to show Tang Yifu, a Huns, and I can't take it seriously.

Tang Yi's father stepped forward silently, looked at the four large eagles tied into rice dumplings, and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Yang Chuan waved his hands repeatedly and said: "You should call me... Young Master."

He didn't know how the Han Dynasty addressed the emperor, vassal king and other important figures. If Tang Yi's father was able to call him this, who knows what kind of trouble would be caused, it would be more of a loss than a gain.

In addition, he likes the title "Gongzi".

In the pre-Qin period, the sons of princes were called "gongzi". Among them, the most famous ones were the "Four Young Masters of the Warring States Period". It was said that they had tens of thousands of diners and could almost influence the political affairs and the general trend of the world at that time.

During the Qin and Han dynasties, "gongzi" specifically referred to the sons of powerful people who came from famous families.

Later, it generally refers to educated people and young men from wealthy families. It is also a very noble title... The gentleman on the road is as gentle as jade, and the handsome young man is unparalleled. This is roughly what it means, right?

Of course, the reason why he thinks this way is, in the final analysis, not because of his inferiority complex deep inside?

Having been a cook for more than 20 years, I would either receive a few words of verbal praise, or be scolded by someone who was pretending to be a pretentious person, and more often than not, I would receive all kinds of condescension and unabashed dislike...

In short, in this life, he wants to be a young master.

Instead, cook.
Chapter completed!