The old woman held the needle in her hand and put it on the flame of the kerosene lamp.

After a while, the needle burned red.

Then the old woman pinched the needle and sewed the wound on the sheep's chest as if she were a garment.

Although the old woman was old, at this moment, her technique was extremely skillful, and soon, before the sheep could cry, she had already sewn up the wound.

The people watching from the side were all distressed, but the old woman's face did not change, and her hands were not soft.

In this way, it was not until the old woman asked Hu Huilan for scissors and cut the needle and thread that everyone gradually began to breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone thought that this was the end of the matter, and when they were secretly admiring the old woman in their hearts, the old woman immediately commanded again.

"The baby is big, now go find a black black chicken."

"Black black chicken?" Weiyang's father repeated it in his mouth, and then promised to look for it.

"Remember, it's a black black chicken, no other chickens can't, it must be a black black chicken, it must be ......"

"Let's go," Hu Huilan shouted anxiously, "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

When Weiyang's father picked up his legs and went out, Hu Huilan stopped him again and asked, "You're so late, where can you go to find it?" ”

Weiyang's father scratched his hair and said, "Of course I'm going to look for it in the chicken coop!" ”

"Where did the black black chicken come from? Day by day, you never worry about family affairs, this time, who raised you a black black chicken? ”

Weiyang's father was silent and silent.

"You go quickly," Hu Huilan reminded, "go to his aunt's house to borrow it, there is one in her chicken coop." Uh, by the way, it's too dark, you might not be able to catch it yet, bring the lantern, that's it, okay, go quickly. ”

When Weiyang's father went out, almost everyone had been tossing for more than two hours, and now it was more than two o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the wind was still bitterly cold outside the kiln, and the snow was still falling non-stop.

Weiyang's father turned on the horse lantern, and the snowflakes floated on the horse lantern, and disappeared in an instant, and the snowflakes hit Weiyang's father's face, but he was already unconscious.

Soon, Weiyang's father came to the door of his aunt's house, without knocking on the door or greeting him, and went straight over the courtyard wall. Come to the chicken coop, quietly kneel on the snow and open the door of the coop, and then, carefully, stick your head inside.

The chicken coop of the aunt's house is built not far from the kiln, the chicken coop is not very big, and it can barely get into a person, but the chicken coop is spacious inside, a strong thin wooden stick, lying in the middle of the chicken coop, which is called the chicken frame.

In the evening, when the chickens have eaten and drunk enough, they burrow into the coop and, with a flutter, jump on the stick to rest.

When the chicken manure accumulates little by little, our farmers use shovels to pull the chicken feces out of it, and then pull it into the ground with a rack cart to make fertilizer.

However, now, the chicken manure of the aunt's house has not been dug up, and a small hill has been formed in the chicken coop.

The father stretched for a long time, but only his head and shoulders were inserted, and the rest of his body remained outside the chicken coop.

Because, Weiyang's father really can't stand the stench of, and he is even more afraid that this will stick to his new padded jacket.

You know, the padded jacket in winter is not washed, and even if it is washed, it is difficult to dry, and the father of the sheep is at most that padded jacket, if it is dirty, he will have to wear it all winter.

The father barely managed to straighten his body, as far as he could, with one hand propped up on the wooden frame of the chicken coop, and the other hand holding up the horse lantern for lighting.

In this way, little by little, in this narrow chicken coop, the father of Weiyang adjusted his body very hard to move inside.

As soon as he twisted his head to the side, there was a hot smell of coming to his nose, and it felt like something like a needle was sticking into his nostrils.

He couldn't help but yawn a 'poof', and suddenly, he took a full breath.

When he put a large part of his shoulder into the coop, he suddenly heard the claws of the chicken on the chicken rack, whirring and moving.

He thought to himself: Isn't this just a natural reaction of chickens when they suddenly hear something unusual?

Moreover, he knew that when the night covered the eyes of the chicken, the chicken could not use its eyes, but only its ears. And chicken ears are also quite sensitive.

As soon as the chickens hear the noise getting louder and closer, and when there is danger approaching, they will fight back.

At this moment, all of a sudden, one of the chickens cooed like a dove.

Immediately afterward, one another, two, one after another, the hen's coop was startled and chaotic.

Coo, coo, coo, like a group of chirping people.

Weiyang's father suddenly feared that the chickens would 'riot', fearing that they would jump off the chicken rack one by one and flee in a hurry.

Of course, this is only one thing, in fact, he is more worried that the chickens will peck him in the face, because his face, at this moment, has no protection.

He was so sick by the sheep that he forgot to bring a hat, a scarf, or a shirt or something like that.

However, none of this matters anymore, and he is now only thinking about catching the life-saving black black chicken for his son.

"It has to be a black chicken."

The voice of the old woman sounded crisply in his brain, although it was a cold command, it was so powerful, so lovely, that voice gave him new hope, gave him the courage to overcome all difficulties, and that voice was now like a kerosene lamp in the dark night.

The father of the sheep twisted his body, which alarmed the chickens, but fortunately they only moved for a short time, and then quickly stopped.

At this time, the father of the sheep was more careful and cautious.

He no longer wriggled his body at will, nor did he shake his head around because of the stench of the coop, and now, even if the coop stinked, he insisted on breathing naturally, and was no longer so fragile and vulnerable.

In this way, with great difficulty, he half-leaned up, raised the lantern in one hand, and made a gesture of grasping with the other, for he knew that if he saw the black black move, he would catch it.

But for a moment a chicken was awakened by the light, and the chicken, thinking that it was dawn, fluttered and flapped its wings, and stretched out its feet backwards, apparently stretching its waist.

This stretch frightened Weiyang's father again, and what he thought he was afraid of happened again. Therefore, as soon as he was excited, the upper body lost its balance, and then, the body soared to the ground, and it was unsuspectingly pasted on the chicken manure.