While Situ Cheng was still doing laundry, the group of boys from Shanggezhuang were wandering around, known as the forest rangers.

It was the season when the fruits were ripe, and since the fruit trees in the mountains near Shijia Village belonged to the management of the wealthy family, the juniors below the wealthy family should also make some efforts.

It's just that they shouldn't sell dog meat on the head of a sheep, and the rotten fruit that falls on the tree is not allowed to be picked up by others, so they are willing to go up to the tree to pick and eat it. People who don't know still think that this orchard belongs to their family.

The group of people each held a few fruits in their hands and walked while eating, talking and laughing so pleasantly. When he passed by in front of the stone house, he was attracted by the big rooster named Ah Hua, his playmate.

The rooster is very favored by Mi'er, and she can't wait to give half of her meal to the rooster, and Aunt Shi doesn't know how many cruel words she said to slaughter Ah Hua.

I saw that the rooster had bright feathers, a burly and strong body, a high head and a loud cry, and a powerful flapping of wing feathers. Everyone cheered.

A slightly chubby boy said:

"This rooster is so fat, it's enough for the big guy to eat beautifully."

Another little eyed reached out and slapped him on the head, scolding:

"You know how to eat, such a beautiful rooster is boiled and eaten, it's a terrible thing."

"Isn't raising chickens just for eating, don't you see that it looks beautiful and wants to use it to worship your future sister-in-law."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Above the small-eyed man was an elder brother who was paralyzed in bed and had not yet married, and his face almost turned green after hearing the fat man's words. Knowing that his strength was not as great as that of a fat man, he had to say to Wang'er, the son of a wealthy man:

"Master, you give a review."

Wang'er said:

"Chubby, that's what's wrong with you. He meant to keep a rooster to tie the head of his grandfather's coffin to guide the way, you are too uninteresting, do your grandsons dare to rob grandpa? ”

The crowd laughed even harder.

There is such a custom in the local funeral, and a rooster will be tied to the coffin when the funeral is held. The first is that the rooster has the effect of calming the soul and suppressing the evil spirit, and the second is to lead the soul of the deceased to the road of the underworld.

And the small-eyed grandfather is still alive and healthy. If the fat man's words are blatantly exposing other people's ugliness and sarcasm him, Wang'er is simply cursing his grandfather unscrupulously.

His face turned red and green, green and white, and his heart was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything more in the end. Who let his family not have a reliable power relative, and he is a distant relative of the rich family, and it is better to be smart and prosperous before they are willing to take him out.

"Okay, okay, I can't afford to make jokes, don't follow me in the future, are you dead crying with a sad face."

Wang'er couldn't see the little eyes like that, and waved his hand to drive him away.

"Brother Wang'er, wouldn't it be better to sell such a good rooster to the chicken control workshop for cockfighting than to slaughter and eat it."

Wang'er's cousin Xiaodouzi also made a grimace after speaking, and despised the fat man.

"That's right, it's still the little bean that's better than the fat one."

Everyone.

Unconvinced, one of them said:

"It's only worth a few silver to sell it to the chicken control workshop, I heard that the little marquis likes cockfighting, if you can give it to him......"

"It's easy to say that you touch your upper and lower lips, what kind of character is the little marquis, how can we get close."

Wang'er had a respectful look on her face.

There will always be a way, the person who can pass guò to the little marquis to lead the horse, he is a good one.

They talked about it as if the big rooster belonged to theirs.

Everyone said that whether they ate it, sold it, or sacrificed it, they caught it first.

A group of boys opened the fence gate of the Shi family's false door without permission, and swaggered into other houses to catch chickens in broad daylight, which is really a thief's behavior.

The rooster is usually free-range in the yard and has been getting along with people for a long time, and he has a spirituality, and when he saw a group of outsiders breaking in, he stretched his neck to peck. However, he was not a watchdog after all, and he was rounded up by several people and fled in all directions.

To say that its wings are really useless, if it flies a little higher like a bird, those people can't do anything about it. In the end, he was still detained with a bamboo sieve, and one person picked up a straw rope and tied the chicken's feet and carried it upside down.

"I think this chicken is really a material for cockfighting, and I ran all over my body to catch this livestock."

"I've been pecked a few times by it, what are you complaining about?"

Another said.

A group of people counted the most relaxed, sitting on the threshold and directing everyone to catch chickens. In the end, of course, the fruits of his labor also belonged to him.

The yard was ruined by them, and chicken feathers were scattered everywhere. The thorns around a vegetable patch were also uprooted, and the vegetables grown inside seemed to have been destroyed by a strong wind and hailstorm. One of the two bamboo sieves broke and the broom fell apart.

They completely ignored these roosters and were about to leave, but they happened to bump into the ones who came home.

Today, everyone went to the field to cut grain, and Mi'er also wanted to go, so Aunt Shi made an exception and took him there, she knew that Situ Ming had something on her mind yesterday, and she fell asleep at dawn, and she was also worried that Mi'er woke up Situ Cheng at home.

And not long after Mi'er arrived in the field, she was clamoring for water, and Aunt Shi thought that this land was quite close to home, so she asked Mi'er to go home alone.

Mi'er walked into the courtyard thinking that he had gone to the wrong door, and saw that someone in the group who was about to go out was carrying his playmate Ah Hua, so he asked in a milky voice:

"Why did you tie up my Ah Hua, give it back to me."

The group didn't plan to pay attention to him, but who knew that Mi'er didn't let him go.

"Where's the little fart, go home and find your mother to drink milk."

The man shook off his son and wanted to leave.

"Don't go, you're carrying my, give it back to me."

I'm going to cry.

"Who said this was yours, and if you shouted at it, it would answer?"

The man said.

"If I call it and it answers, will you promise to give it back to me?"

Mi'er seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

The kid thought it was funny, they usually just used this sentence to prevaricate and play tricks on themselves, let alone how could the animals talk. Then he said to his son:

"You call it, it's really yours."

Mi'er shouted at the big rooster:

"Ah Hua, Ah Hua!"

Originally, the chicken had been exhausted by the crowd's hunting, and it struggled and chirped a few times when it heard the child shouting. The voice was a little whimpering and desolate, as if begging Mi'er to save it.

"Look, it has answered me, you promised, let go of Ah Hua."

Mi'er said excitedly.

"You kid just woke him up by shouting so loudly, how can he say it's yours when he chirps a few times."

Said a kid.

"That's not the case, I don't believe you can hear it again."

So the child shouted Ah Hua, and the rooster crowed, and the man who mentioned the chicken three or five times was stunned.

"What if it's yours, I didn't promise to give it back to you just now."

The man who lifted the chicken was tricked.

"What are you doing here for a little brat, you are really patient, Brother Wang'er has gone away."

A person stood outside the door and said impatiently in the distance, and the group of people left only the chicken man.

Mi Erfu hugged the thigh of the man who lifted the rooster and did not let go, and the chicken was also quite fat and struggling, and the man who lifted the chicken did not dare to relax at all with the rooster in both hands. I'm afraid what to do if the chicken falls off, although the chicken feet are tied, but he alone can't keep the chicken lost. He couldn't spare his hand to break his hand, and he couldn't pull his legs and feet away. Then he said viciously to his son:

"Don't say it's a chicken, if you want your house, your father and mother have to smile and serve it with both hands. If you don't let go, believe it or not, I'll kill you, little bunny. ”

Everyone else had already followed, but the one who had not yet brought the chicken had arrived. Wang'er said to one of them:

"Why go and see what that kid is doing, do you want to swallow it alone?"

The person next to him hurriedly laughed and said:

"How dare he, I'll go see what's going on right away."

The man hurried back and met another boy, and asked him:

"What's going on, people?"

"He's following that."

As he spoke, he turned around and pointed but saw no figure, and scolded angrily:

"That kid didn't work either, and a milk doll tripped him."

The two returned to the yard and kicked the three-year-old child a few times and left.

How could the poor child withstand such heavy hands and feet at such a young age, so fainted at the door.