After taking Dendrobium officinalis, a "life-saving herb" for a month, its medicinal effect in young people is not as good as before.

After examining the young man's wounds, the old patriarch decided to use fresh cockscomb blood as a medicine guide so that Dendrobium officinalis could exert the greatest curative effect.

Hearing this, the young man glanced at the chick he was holding in his arms:

"What do you mean......"

The old patriarch said: "The next time I give you medicine, cut off the crown of this chicken, and drip the blood of the chicken comb into it to make a primer for medicine. ”

As soon as he heard this, the young man felt the body of the chicken cub in his arms suddenly tremble.

As if he understood, the thing looked up at the old patriarch, and then suddenly turned its head to look at the young man.

The black bean-like gaze is very helpful.

The young man paused for a moment and asked the old patriarch softly: "Such a small chicken, can it still live if the comb is cut off?" ”

The old patriarch shook his head: "Of course not. ”

The young man sighed, bowed his head, and looked at the little chick that accompanied him day and night again, his eyes solemn.

After the heavy rain knocked down the chicken shed, there was only such a chicken left in the old patriarch's house.

After a month of feeding, its comb has grown.

It is used as a medicine guide, and if you cut it down with a knife, the blood screen of the cockscomb will crack out, which is enough.

After the old patriarch left, the young man held the chicken and watched for a long time.

He stroked his feathers and said softly to it, "Don't worry, little chicken, even if I am poisoned, I will not ask for your blood as a medicine." ”

Young people really do what they say.

The old patriarch had no choice but to rely on him.

Strange to say, from that day on, the young man's wounds healed day by day.

When he left the mountain village, the young man thanked the old patriarch, and the chicken cub stood beside the old patriarch and obediently sent his friend away.

It is less like a chicken, but more like a loyal hound.

After the young man left, the life of the old patriarch returned to peace.

Every day the sun rises and the sun sets.

Raising chickens and farming, I am not idle at all.

The little chick, growing day by day, was twice the size of the average rooster, and the cockcomb was towering, and the eyes were blazing, and it was very energetic.

When the villagers in the mountains saw the appearance of this chicken, they came to the old patriarch to let the rooster be a breeding chicken.

Gradually, the chickens raised by the mountain people have been genetically improved greatly.

And this rooster has gradually become a chicken.

Every morning, it will be the first to chirp.

The voice, breaking through the night, seemed to pierce the sky.

After this crow, all the roosters will follow it, and the whole mountain village will start their day's work.

During the day, it strides through the mountains, followed by chickens raised by families.

The mountain people don't have to worry about such stocking, their chickens will be lost and eaten alive by the wild beasts in the mountains.

The rooster, like a sheepdog, can guard the comfort of all chickens, and it is fierce enough to deal with the attack of a pack of wild dogs.

As a result, the chicken cub who escaped death in the old patriarch's house grew into the most powerful head chicken in the mountains.

The old patriarch sometimes looked at it and sighed twice:

"Chicken, you really have a good fortune."

Hearing this, the rooster looked at the old patriarch with his neck held high, and his mouth clucked twice.

It flapped its wings and flew so violently that it flew to the old patriarch's shoulder, and like a puppy, leaned its neck against the old patriarch's head.

That action is very intimate.

The days that followed, originally calm, all the turning points, occurred on a thunderstorm night......

That night, the old patriarch had dinner and rested early.

The rain was loud and rattling on the rooftops.

The old patriarch was lying on his bed and was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

There seemed to be a flood beast standing outside, and the old patriarch quickly got up, put on a piece of clothing, and walked to the door.

The thing seemed to sense that the old patriarch was coming, and the knock on the door immediately disappeared.

The old patriarch stared at the silent gate and asked softly:

"Who is it?"

Except for the rush of rain, it was very quiet outside and no one responded.

"Who's out there?"

The old patriarch asked again.

Everything is still silent, and the feeling of silence makes people's vests chill.

After standing in place for a while, the old patriarch finally stepped forward and opened the bamboo door.

On the bamboo ridge outside the door, the rooster was standing wet and wet, and when he saw the old patriarch open the door, he fluttered his wings and was covered with water.

Seeing that the door opened, it pounced on the old patriarch, its sharp mouth pecking at the leg of his trousers.

It seems that he wants to pull the old patriarch out.

Looking at the rooster's appearance, he was very anxious, and the old patriarch asked him what had happened, and the rooster could not speak, still flapping its wings.

At this moment, a thunderbolt flashed, splitting a pine tree not far away in half.

The old patriarch shuddered.

He looked back at the same time as the rooster, looking at the pine trees that had fallen in the rain and were still sparkling.

The severed section, the branch that fell to the ground, crossed the stream that ran through the village.

Because of the rain, the originally calm stream became fierce and surging.

Looking at the rushing water, the old patriarch seemed to realize that something was wrong.

So, he bowed his head and asked the rooster, "Do you want to tell me something?" ”

The rooster stopped, it took a few steps back, opposed the old patriarch, and then like a human, it bent its neck and nodded.

The old patriarch added: "Isn't it, something is going to happen?" ”

The rooster nodded again.

The old patriarch's scalp tingled.

The old patriarch wanted to ask something, but the rooster suddenly ran out of the house, and after a few circles outside, it came back, and in its mouth, there was an extra rhizome of a plant.

After handing the stem into the old patriarch's hands, it clucked twice.

The old patriarch recognized it at once, this was Dendrobium.

The one that was taken from the cliff last time was a little left, and the old patriarch asked the young man to take some away, and when there was some leftover, he randomly inserted it by the stream, but he didn't expect it to survive.

Looking at the dendrobium in his hand, the old patriarch asked the rooster again:

"The person who had an accident was his ......"

The "he" here refers to the young man.

When the young man went to the mountain village, no one knew about it except the old patriarch and the rooster.

Hearing this, the rooster nodded again.

The old patriarch asked again: "What happened to him, has it something to do with this dendrobium?" ”

The rooster clucked a few times, fluttered its rain-soaked wings, and jumped on the old patriarch's shoulders at once.

Standing at the door of the bamboo house, the old patriarch looked at the heavy rain.

He decided that he would go down the mountain tomorrow......