She smiled curiously and asked, "What kind of potion is this?" It tastes so bad. She said with some disgust.

It's not unpleasant, yellow potion is the most common anti-inflammatory potion, and the taste can't be so strong, unless it's spoiled.

Although the yellow potion has a good anti-inflammatory effect on simple wounds, they don't know how many years the bottle of potion they took has been left unattended, and it has deteriorated, so I'm afraid that not only will it have no effect, but it will backfire, right?

Wang Jiao's disgusted appearance obviously made Qian Dacheng's family laugh, everyone was smiling, Qian Hao looked at Wang Jiao even more funny, and couldn't help but say: "How can the potion smell good, Sister Niu, you are really funny." ”

Wang Jiao didn't care, "The taste is a little heavy, has it deteriorated?" ”

Wang Jiao still wanted to remind them, after all, she saw it, and they were not bad to themselves.

But Qian Hao still shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just that the taste is heavier, and the effect is still very good, and my brother often uses it." ”

As he spoke, he pouted at Qian Jun.

Qian Jun was also a little embarrassed when he said this, but like Qian Dacheng and Zhao Qiuyue on the side, sentimentality flashed in his eyes at the same time.

Wang Jiao couldn't be sure if the yellow potion could be used after the taste became stronger, but since they all said that it could be used, it could probably be used.

She smiled as well.

This can only be counted as a very small episode.

Zhao Qiuyue wanted to help Qian Jun and Qian Hao with medicine, and Wang Jiao was embarrassed to stand there and watch, so she went out of the gate and sat on a chair under the eaves to bask in the sun.

After about half an hour, their medicine was ready, and they all walked over to Wang Jiao.

Wang Jiao glanced up at the two of them, and asked them with her eyes, are you ready?

Qian Jun and Qian Hao both nodded.

Then the three of them quietly walked out of the courtyard and soon touched the courtyard gate of Mrs. Qian's house.

This is still an era when the road is not left behind and the house is not closed at night, and the courtyard door of Mrs. Qian's house is not closed.

The three of them climbed on the door frame and looked into the house, where Mrs. Qian was sitting on a small stool in the courtyard, and white smoke was billowing from a small wooden basin in front of her.

"She's plucking the little flower's hair." Qian Hao couldn't help but whisper at first.

Wang Jiao nodded, Qian Jun's eyes were still staring at the chicken in Mrs. Qian's hand, and she was sure after half a sound, "It's Xiaohua." ”

Wang Jiao didn't care whether the chicken in Mrs. Qian's hand was plucking or not.

She dared to snatch her own chicken, and scolded herself for losing money, and she was going to decide on this chicken.

This old woman killed herself when she was a child, and now that she finally came back and dared to snatch her, she couldn't let her feel better.

It's best if the chicken is a small flower, even if it's not a small flower, she still has to get it.

The three of them lay on the door frame and observed for a while, and Mrs. Qian finally finished plucking the chicken feathers, she picked up the knife on the side and stroked twice on the chicken breast, which seemed to be not easy to get off the knife.

So he put down his knife, got up and walked into the house.

"She must have wanted to go to the kitchen and get a cutting board to cushion the gutting of the chicken." Qian Hao whispered.

When Wang Jiao heard this, she also felt that it was possible, so she immediately reached out and poked Qian Jun, signaling that he could start acting.

Qian Jun received the instruction, and entered the courtyard in a flash, reached out and grabbed Xiaohua's neck, turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

Wang Jiao and Qian Hao hurriedly followed behind him and turned into an alley as originally planned.

Then the three of them ran away.

When Mrs. Qian finally found the cutting board and returned to the yard, where was the chicken in the pot?

It's just a pot of chicken feathers.

She was also taken aback, and reached out and touched the chicken feathers in the basin.

But the basin was not deep, in fact, it could be seen at a glance, but she touched it for a while, except for the chicken feathers on one hand, there was no fart, and she came back to her senses and was sure that the chicken was indeed gone.

Can you see a plucked chicken?

Could it be that someone's dog came in and took it away?

When Mrs. Qian thought of this, she immediately rushed to the gate of the courtyard, and looked left and right in a panic, but there was a shadow of a chicken.

She was so angry that her brain was congested, and she stood at the gate of the courtyard and howled directly in her throat.

"Whoever killed a thousand knives stole my chicken, and if you don't send it back to me, curse your whole family to die a good death."

The three people who were running fast in the alley were suddenly trembling by Mrs. Qian's voice, and the chickens in Qian Jun's hands almost didn't hold on.

He looked back at Wang Jiao with an ugly face.

Qian Hao also looked at her with a constipated face.

I didn't expect Mrs. Qian's mouth to be so poisonous, and she would gamble so viciously for the sake of a chicken, not to mention that the chicken was stolen back from Qian Dacheng's house.

That's true.

She reached out and touched her nose embarrassedly, smiling a little embarrassed.

Some weakly said: "We are a family with Mrs. Qian, a family." ”

When Qian Jun and Qian Hao heard this, the expressions on their faces became richer, but there was nothing wrong with Wang Jiao's words.

They are all from the old Qian family, but they are not from the family.

Then the three of them couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

At the end of the alley is the warehouse of the former production team, which has been idle since the village implemented the contract production to the households.

That alley was also built to facilitate access to the warehouse, and after the warehouse was abandoned, no one went to that alley.

After Qian Dacheng split up that year, he relied on a small warehouse next to the warehouse, and the homestead approved by the village for their family was also not far from the warehouse.

Therefore, when Qian Jun and the others planned their escape route before, they chose this alley, which no one usually passes by, and can lead to their home.

Sure enough, the three of them smoothly carried the money, and the old lady plucked the feathered chicken and went home.

Qian Dacheng went to the village to open a settlement certificate with Wang Jiao.

Zhao Qiuyue was also startled when she saw the chickens carried by the three children.

When she heard that the chicken came back from under Mrs. Qian's nose, she was immediately scared into white sweat.

My God, I was just injured by Mrs. Qian, and the potion on my body has not dried yet, how dare they run to provoke her again.

Zhao Qiuyue hurriedly ran out of the house and ran outside the courtyard gate, and after watching for a while, she didn't see the shadow of Mrs. Qian chasing after her, so her heart was a lot more stable.

But when she thought of the stupidity and boldness of a few children, her heart rose again.

Mrs. Qian's plucked chicken is gone, how can she forget about it?

Maybe I'll be looking for it in a moment.

Even if she was lucky to have this today, Mrs. Qian didn't find out, she had to teach these children a good lesson.

How can you be so bold?

Is Mrs. Qian someone they can provoke?

It's so good that the scar forgets the pain.

No, they didn't have time to scar, they forgot about the pain.