Weiyang's father took too long to catch chickens before, and the light of the horse lamp was dazzling, and he was invisibly anxious in his own heart, so it was inevitable that there would be such misjudgment and misjudgment.

Now, the father has turned back into the chicken pen.

It was only when his horse's lights lit up his surroundings that he came to his senses in a trance—the door to the hen's coop had forgotten to close.

This time, he seemed to be knocked on the back by someone coldly.

Without saying a word, he immediately hurried his steps, climbed over the courtyard wall with great difficulty, and then trotted in the direction of the chicken coop.

When he arrived at the chicken coop, he quickly knelt down on his knees, followed the light of the horse lamp, and looked into the chicken coop, looked, looked, and finally, let go of his hanging heart.

He saw that the flocks of chickens were still in the nest, gathered together one by one, motionless, as if they were warming each other.

Immediately afterwards, Weiyang's father saw the black black chicken he was looking for from the flock of chickens at a glance, and the chicken's legs and stems were black and shiny.

Its claws were digging deep into the dung heap, and the small part that was exposed was also jet black and shiny.

This time, he was like a professional chicken catcher, he didn't make any more effort, nor did he poke his body into it clumsily like the first time, and he caught it easily.

Weiyang's father hugged the black black chicken, and almost cried with joy for a while.

In fact, he was not really happy to catch the chicken, but his little sheep was now alive at last.

He couldn't hold back the turbulent waves in his heart for a while, so he ran back to the kiln with joy.

......

As soon as the old woman got the black black chicken, she finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Then, with a kind smile on her face, she commanded, "Which of you, go and find me a rope, or a little thinner...... Uh, whatever, whatever the rope. ”

Hu Huilan felt that she was the best at this when she heard this, because she often did needlework, and she had no less contact with sewing and tailoring.

Weiyang's father saw that Hu Huilan was in a hurry to find it, so he consciously stood still, in fact, he really didn't want to move anymore, he now felt that his feet were about to be wasted, his legs began to be sore, and his whole body seemed to fall apart, if he was allowed, he could sleep with him for three days and three nights at a time.

On the top of the kiln, Hu Huilan opened the drawer, hurriedly rummaged inside, and turned it over, but no.

I pulled the bottom drawer open, and then rummaged, but there was no more.

So she turned her head and looked into the roof again, and almost rummaged through the drawers inside, but the result was, still, no.

Hu Huilan inexplicably began to feel embarrassed.

She rummaged through almost all the drawers, and at last she had no choice but to break one of the sewing baskets, and walked up to the old woman, and put the thin thread in front of the old woman, and said, "Baby, you see, can this be used?" ”

"Oops! This, this is not, too fine. The old woman couldn't laugh or cry.

At this time, Weiyang's father casually put his hand in his pocket, and unknowingly, he found a shoelace from it, so he took it to the old woman silently.

The old woman took the rope, followed closely, and shouted to Hu Huilan, who had already gone back to find the line, and said, "Hey! No more, no need to look for it! ”

Of course, at this time, almost all of them did not look at how Hu Huilan was anxiously churning, but were curious about what this old woman would do with the thin thread next.

That's right, she was wearing a black and large shroud with a large silver dollar printed on it, a colorful longevity hat on her head, her face and layers of wrinkles, her skin was dark and swarthy, almost none of her front teeth survived, and her upper and lower lips were soft, but now they were sunken in, only two black eyes, still shining, like an old witch in the eyes of a child.

She held the black black chicken in her arms and gently stroked the chicken feathers with her hand, waiting for the black black chicken to calm down.

Then, she gently wrapped the laces of her shoelaces with the shepherd's father.

In this process, the black black chicken seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and had been nesting in the arms of the old woman, unusually obedient, it not only took its paws back, but also closed its eyes and leaned on her arms to fall asleep.

This series of simple actions, the old woman almost did the head of the way.

They were all fascinated for a moment, and at the same time, almost all of them were amazed and surrendered.

The black chicken obediently calmed down, and the old woman carried it again and put it on the wound of the sheep's breast.

Later, when she saw that their eyes were wide in curiosity and their mouths were wide open, she smiled and explained softly, "You're curious, aren't you?" This is actually nothing curious, the black black chicken is actually used to warm the sheep, have you ever seen the chicks? That's how chicks hatch......"

The old woman smiled and said, and then they returned to their original expressions and became more normal, and at the same time, they silently admired the old woman's ability in their hearts.

At this time, the breathing of the sheep began to become even, and the face was retouched.

He opened his eyes, looked at them for a moment, and soon, slowly, closed them, and then fell asleep peacefully.

The old woman waved her hand in the air slightly, pursed the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but smile slightly, she motioned to them that all the formalities were completed, and everyone could now go home and rest, and there was no need to worry about it.

So, the person who stood and watched in a daze put down his hanging heart.

Then, one by one, they gathered their clothes and went back with their arms around them.