Chapter 68 An incident caused by a chicken
In a hurry, the dream Jiang Yao weaved was very simple. There wasn’t much in it, just a ferocious tiger.
"The mark is broken? What's going on? The chicken is dead?"
Quickly removing the trick and falling asleep, he walked to the rooster lying on the ground in a few steps.
After squatting on the ground and checking for a long time to confirm that the chicken was really dead, Jiang Yao looked strange and wanted to curse.
"Hey, what's going on? Isn't this my chicken?"
"When I just fed it, this chicken was still alive and kicking. Why did it suddenly die?"
>"Jiang Yao, honestly, did you beat him to death?"
A middle-aged woman in her fifties walked up to Jiang Yao in a few steps. She had a gloomy face and stared at Jiang Yao. questioned.
This woman is called Aunt Zhao, and she is extremely fierce.
A group of chickens raised at home often run around in other people's vegetable gardens and peck out other people's vegetables. That's fine, but no one can say anything about it.
A few days ago, when her chickens ran into Aunt Zhang’s vegetable garden and spoiled the vegetables, Aunt Zhang gave them a few severe whippings.
Just in time, Aunt Zhao saw this scene. This woman stood outside Aunt Zhang’s house and cursed for more than an hour.
"Aunt Zhao, I didn't hit your chicken, so don't blame me."
"I happened to see this chicken lying in front of my house, and I just came over to take a look out of curiosity." Jiang Yao raised his head and looked at Aunt Zhao, then explained.
But after thinking about it, he felt that this matter really had something to do with him, so he added: "Just in time, I want to buy a chicken to eat in the past two days. In the market, a chicken as big as you can sell for ten A few dollars, I’ll give you fifteen dollars, and you can sell this dead chicken to me!”
To be honest, this Aunt Zhao doesn’t have a very good relationship with their family.
Especially in the past few years after Jiang Yao's father died, he may have felt that the orphans and widowers in their family were easier to bully. Aunt Zhao and Yuan Xiuhua had several fights over trivial matters.
Although he did not admit that he killed the chicken himself, Jiang Yao was willing to pay the price of a large live chicken for Aunt Zhao's dead chicken, which was considered very good.
“You little bastard, the fox is showing its tail now!”
"If you hadn't beaten the chicken to death, would you have spent money to buy my dead chicken?"
"Your father died early, and your mother didn't have time to take care of you. You must not have done anything like stealing chickens and dogs on weekdays." Do less. Fortunately, I came here early. If I were a little late, you would have taken my chicken back and stewed it in a pot! It's not a good idea to spend such a small amount of money to buy it back. I tell you, if you don't pay me fifty yuan, I will never be done with your family."
Looking at Jiang Yao, Aunt Zhao continued with a strange look. .
Actually, when the big rooster suddenly fell to the ground, she was standing not far away and happened to see this scene.
If not, she wouldn't have come so quickly.
As for Jiang Yao, who had arrived in front of the dead chicken before her, in her eyes he was naturally the best candidate to take the blame.
When she heard that Jiang Yao was willing to spend money to buy chickens, her eyes lit up. Seizing this excuse, if she didn't blackmail Jiang Yao, she would not be Aunt Zhao.
Jiang Yao, who originally felt a little bit sorry, suddenly turned gloomy when he saw Aunt Zhao's appearance.
Looking directly at Aunt Zhao in front of him, he sneered: ""Aunt Zhao, if you say that, it's boring. ”
"I spent money to buy this dead chicken of yours with good intentions. It doesn't matter if you don't appreciate it. You want to blackmail me."
"I have money, but you can't get anything from me." "Well, as for this dead chicken, you should keep it for yourself!"
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While speaking, Jiang Yao also took out the few dozen dollars left in his pocket! , took it in his hand and shook it.
With Aunt Zhao’s fierce temperament, how could she be intimidated by Jiang Yao?
Without saying a word, she sat down on the ground and yelled at Jiang Yao to pay for it. At the same time, she mouthed "My chicken" and started to howl like a ghost. "Aunt Zhao, you were just walking on your own when you suddenly fell to the ground. I saw it from a distance. Don't blame Xiaoyao for this."
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“There are no chicken feathers around, and the chicken doesn’t look like it was beaten to death. In my opinion, this chicken must have contracted some disease!”
< br>“It’s not unusual for some people who have done so many evil things that their chickens suddenly fall down and die!”
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The area where Jiang Yao lives is already densely populated, and the houses are all next to each other.
At the slightest sign of disturbance, many people will come here to watch the fun.
Aunt Zhao and Jiang Yao had just had a little argument, and several aunties had already gathered around them.
As for Aunt Zhao, who is very fierce and takes advantage of any advantage, her popularity will naturally not be much better. The aunts and ladies who are watching are basically all in Jiang Yao's direction. of.
“Nonsense, my chickens are fine, how could they suddenly get sick and die?”
"Besides, the other chickens are all fine, but there is something wrong with this chicken. It is really going to be infected. How could it be like this!"
"I have been raising this big rooster for more than half a year. I don’t care if Jiang Yao beats my chicken or not. Anyway, this chicken died in front of his house. If he doesn’t pay me fifty yuan, his family will never have peace.”
The truth! She couldn't talk to people, so Aunt Zhao kept messing around. It didn't matter whether Jiang Yao killed the chicken or not. Anyway, she relied on Jiang Yao.
"Aunt Zhao, I heard from people that there seems to be some kind of chicken plague that is prevalent recently."
"If one chicken has the plague, it is very likely that other chickens will be infected."
"I'll give you some advice. Instead of trying to blackmail me, it's better to take good care of your chickens. Otherwise, all your chickens will be infected and suddenly die, and the losses will definitely be much greater than now."
Taking out a cigarette, Jiang Yao lit it for himself. He took his time and spoke.
The feeling of guilt he felt before has long since disappeared, and he doesn’t want to take out any more money.
“Chicken plague or something like that is none of my business.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Jiang Yao, if you don’t pay compensation, I won’t go anywhere today, I’ll just sit in front of your house I scolded you all day long.”
"When your mother Yuan Xiuhua comes back in the evening, I ask her for it, but she doesn't give it, so I continue to scold me!"
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A woman like Aunt Zhao, it's better to reason with her. It simply won't work.
While she was shouting, she started rolling around while sitting on the ground.
“Aunt Zhao, there’s a bunch of chickens over there. If I’m not mistaken, they seem to belong to your family too!”
The several aunts and ladies who were watching gathered together and whispered with contempt and disdain on their faces.
Although they looked down upon Aunt Zhao, who was rolling around on the ground and acting recklessly, they would not do anything to her!
After all, this is a matter between Aunt Zhao and Jiang Yao's family. As bystanders, if they can say a few fair words to Jiang Yao, it is already considered very good.
At this moment, Aunt Li, one of the aunties, pointed not far away with a strange look on her face, and suddenly spoke.
Following the direction of her finger, many people looked over.
There were more than a dozen chickens in Aunt Zhao's house. After the big rooster died, the remaining chickens walked leisurely to the door of another house more than ten meters away.
At this moment, every time this group of chickens takes a few steps, one chicken will suddenly fall to the ground.
When everyone looked over, there were already three chickens lying on the ground.
"Damn it, what a bastard..."
With a scream, Aunt Zhao, who was rolling and acting wildly on the ground, looked like her father had died. She wailed and turned over, He ran towards the direction of the chickens.
(End of this chapter)