Then he picked up the dead chicken, approached two steps and said, "The chicken will also return you, and I will pay you some more money." So saying, he reached into his bosom and touched a dime of broken silver, and came out and gave it to the young man. The young man didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, but only looked at him again and again, and then said, "My little black, did you kill it?" This chicken was not killed by Han Yiming, but what good is it to talk to him about this, this chicken is already dead, and who killed it is completely boring. Han Yiming only said: "Even if I killed you, I will return you." The young man pouted: "You pay me back? You have to pay it back to say that!"

Han Yiming was surprised, but it was just a hen, twenty or thirty copper plates, what could he not afford to pay back? I'll give you back some broken silver, and you take it and buy another one to raise. The young man said: "Hmph, buy another one, where to buy it?" Han Yiming was surprised, and looked at the dead chicken in his hand, it was just an ordinary hen, and there was nothing different, and asked: "Why can't you buy it?" But a chicken, you can buy it. The young man said: "My little black is not an ordinary chicken, if it is ordinary, what should I raise him for?" Han Yiming immediately understood that this kid was not a good person, and the blackmail came, so he simply kept silent.

The young man expected him to ask how unusual, but Han Yiming was silent, a little surprised. But he also immediately said: "My little black family lays two eggs a day, twenty eggs in ten days, and two hundred eggs in a hundred days." It is only one year old, and it will live for another three years and five years, if you calculate how many eggs it will lay, you will pay for it, will you be able to pay the loss?" Han Yiming is down-to-earth, where has he ever met such a scoundrel, listening to his words, he only feels incredible, how can there be such a reckoning? Besides, if it dies tomorrow, you won't be able to get an egg. Therefore you can't do that!"

The young man immediately folded his hands on his hips and shouted, "How can it die if it doesn't meet you? I tell you clearly, you can't afford to lose my little black. It lays two eggs a day, I eat one and sell one, and there are tweeds. You cut off my life and spare flowers all at once, do you want to pay the bill?" Han Yiming said: "I only have these, whether you want it or not, it's up to you." As he spoke, he threw the dead chicken in his hand to the ground, shoved the broken silver horn in his hand, turned around and left. The young man didn't pick up the dead chicken, shone the broken silver horn that Han Yiming stuffed into his hand to the moonlight, sent it to his teeth and bit it, then put it in his arms, still stepped forward, stretched out his palm at Han Yiming, and said, "It's not enough, compensate me!"

Han Yiming said: "I have already compensated you, you don't want to mess around." The young man said: "That's right, you paid me, you only paid me the money for the chicken, you didn't pay me for thousands of eggs, pay for it!" Han Yiming said: "You don't talk nonsense, who knows if this chicken of yours will lay eggs?" The young man said: "Naturally, it laid two eggs today, I have eaten one, and I am coming to find my pocket money, you pay me." Han Yiming was too lazy to entangle with him, turned around and walked away, but the young man circled around him, and then turned to him and said: "You have to compensate me, my little black family lays three eggs a day......"

Lingxin laughed beside her: "Your little black, which day will you lay five eggs?" She sounded funny, and had been laughing on the side for a long time. The young man was thick-skinned, and then said in a spiritual way: "Yes, it can lay two eggs a day now, maybe three eggs tomorrow, and five in a few days!" Han Yiming glanced at him, turned around and walked to Ding Wu's side. But the young man did not relent, and came over and said, "Return my thousands of eggs quickly." By the way, there is a village in front, there are no chickens in that village, and Xiao Hei is a chicken unique to a radius of 100 miles, which shows how precious it is. Every morning, I take my little boy to chirp and tell them to get up, in addition to paying me eggs, you also have to pay my little black Mingming's money. When Han Yiming heard the back, he couldn't help but laugh a little, and said, "Your little black will lay eggs?"

The young man said confidently: "Of course!" Han Yiming said: "It still crows?" The young man said: "Yes!" Han Yiming said: "Is it a rooster or a hen?" The young man was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was wrong, but he bit it and said: "It will lay eggs and croak again! Otherwise, what should I do with it?" I will point to it to feed me and make money for me!" He was able to make sense of this, Han Yiming felt that he was too cunning, shook his head, and ignored him anymore. Ding Wudao: "I've only heard of roosters laying eggs, but I've never heard of hens crowing!" The young man seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and immediately said: "Xiao Hei is a rooster!"

Han Yiming said: "But you said it was a hen." The boy said, "It is a rooster that becomes a hen, so that it crows and lays eggs." Okay, okay, it's not too early, you guys quickly pay me my money. I'll go back to sleep!" Han Yiming ignored him and stopped talking. The young man didn't leave, just stood in front of Han Yiming, stretched out his hand to him and Ding Wudao: "Pay me back the money, if you don't pay it back, I won't let you go!" Han Yiming was annoyed by him, and said, "No!" The young man grabbed him by the collar and said, "If you don't pay me back, watch me beat you!" Han Yiming really couldn't believe it, he was so thin and weak, he dared to say that he wanted to beat someone! That young man was really a scoundrel, pulling Han Yiming's collar, and squeezing his other hand into a fist, and said to Han Yiming: " If you don't give it to me, watch me beat you!" Han Yiming stretched out his hand, and the young man was already lying on the ground, screaming and yelling!

He kept shouting: "You hit me, you hit me! You broke my hand!" Han Yiming obviously just flicked his hand that grabbed his neckline, where did he hit him? Ding Wu also frowned and said: "Senior brother, this is a scoundrel, you don't have to pay attention to him!" Before Han Yiming could answer, the young man had already hugged Han Yiming's right leg and cried loudly: "You return my chicken, you return my eggs, you return my little black, you return our little black!" The crowing little black said that it seemed that his soul had killed the thousands of chickens around him in one fell swoop. He cried loudly, and in the quiet of the night, the cry was loud!

I wore a long sleeve today and was covered in sweat!