But the flock soon quieted down. A few of the chickens also cooed low, as if they were whispering to each other.

"Alright, let's take the child back. You don't have to wash the sheets every day. After the grandfather finished speaking, he raised the child's hand and shook it, with a look of love. He always likes children very much, even if they cry and make trouble, he doesn't hate them, and even the children don't appreciate the pee in his house, and he also says that it's a good thing for children to pee at home.

Although I can't understand how much he loves children, I have to admit that child urine may be a good thing.

When my grandmother's wife was suffering from tuberculosis, she often came to my house to ask for urine for me and my brother. During that time, she came to my house early every morning with a sea bowl, woke up my brother and me, who were sleeping in a daze, and told us to pee in the sea bowl. Although we were very reluctant to be woken up by her, and sometimes there was really no excretion early in the morning, but because the fourth grandmother brought us a few candies every time she came, we had to reluctantly make it difficult.

The mother said that the child's urine had a good therapeutic effect on her wife's tuberculosis.

I didn't believe it at the time. At that time, there were many home remedies in the countryside, such as pus in children's ears, which could be dried and ground into powder by picking up pigeon dung, and then filling in children's ears, and the abscess would be cured in a few days. For example, there was no cough medicine at that time, so you could burn the bacon bones to ashes and drink them with water, which could stop coughing. There are many, many strange home remedies that I don't believe, but in the end, they all cured people's pain.

These home remedies don't look clean and can be disgusting when used. But people live healthy lives. Although the medical treatment of people today is much more advanced, all kinds of strange diseases are continuous, and they have not necessarily lived freely than the people at that time.

The young woman thanked her again and again, holding her child and bowing.

I thought to myself, I just finished worshipping my godbrother and hasn't seen the actual effect, why is she grateful like this?

Grandpa also said, "Don't thank me now, when the child really doesn't pee much at night, you can make a few more cups of tea for me to drink when I pass by here in the future, then it's okay." Then, Grandpa smiled heartily.

Wen Sazi flattered and said, "It must be done then." Wherever your old man goes, he will give you tea! I'm afraid you won't come. ”

Grandpa looked at the sky outside and said, "It's not early, we're leaving." ”

The old lady hurriedly walked over with a teapot: "I said I wanted to eat tea, let's go after eating tea." ”

Grandpa smiled: "Let's come to tea next time, it's really late today." I can walk home with my eyes closed, but my little nephew has to go home too. That's it, ah! Next back, next back. ”

Grandpa said as he walked out. I walked out.

The white-haired woman's filial piety song still floated in the air, adding some mystery to the night. Grandpa stood at the door for a while, as if listening to the white-haired woman's filial piety, and as if he was listening to something else. I also listened attentively, but I only heard the fluttering song of filial piety.

Grandpa touched my head and said, "Liang Zai, let's go." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the chickens in the old lady's hall suddenly made a loud noise. Grandpa hurriedly turned around and entered the house, and I hurriedly followed.

When I entered the house, I saw that the chicken coop in the dark corner had fallen apart, and the chickens in the chicken coop had escaped. There were about five or six chickens, all running and fluttering in the hall. The rooster crows bitterly.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" The young woman hurried to a dark corner to see the broken chicken coop.

"Is there a weasel stealing chickens?" Wen Sazi hurriedly closed the door, afraid that the chickens would run out. The old lady also hurried back to the house, took out a lamp and lit it.

It wasn't the old lady who didn't light the lantern just now, but the habits in the countryside at that time. The sun rises and the sun sets. It's getting dark, and I'm going to sleep, and although it's a bit laborious to look at things, I know where my things are, and I don't need to light the lamp. Besides, using a lamp is not as convenient as lighting a lamp, and it goes out when you pull the string. Even if you have to get up and blow out the lights even if you are lying in bed, it is better not to turn on the lights in the first place.

Of course, there are also people who light the lamp and lie in bed and then turn off the light. My dad was like that. And the lamp can't be placed on the bed, it has to be some distance from the bed. Therefore, my father often blew desperately on the lamp not far away in bed, as if practicing a strange qigong.

The old lady took the lamp and shone in the hall, but found no weasel.

But a few chickens were still fluttering in the hall. Chicken feathers flutter in mid-air like autumn leaves. Suddenly, a rooster with a large cockscomb rose into the air, its wings flapping vigorously. It was about to fall, but it stopped in mid-air, its head twisted, its feet together.

Wen Sazi, the young woman, and I were all frightened by what we saw.

I peeked at my grandfather and the old lady, and their expressions seemed to be a little different. But I can't tell you the difference.

The chicken, which stopped in mid-air, seemed to be frightened, its wings flapping desperately, its body twisting constantly, and its mouth clucking for help. The other chickens stopped running, looking at their companions hanging in the air with apprehension, and occasionally cooing, as if calling softly to their companions.

The chicken, which had stopped in mid-air, seemed to find that it was not in any danger, and gradually quieted down, and there was no even a cooing sound. It tilted its head to the left and right, as if amazed at how it could stop in mid-air. The chickens on the ground also tilted their heads to look at the chickens in the air.

The silence lasted only a few seconds.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the neck of the chicken in the air was twisted. Chicken blood rushed out.

Most of the splattered chicken blood sprayed onto Wen Sazi's body. Wen Sazi screamed loudly and shouted again and again.

The chicken with its neck broken fell from the sky, its head in a different place. The chicken's mouth opens and its tongue sticks out. Not far from the chicken's head, the chicken's body was still twitching, the chicken's feet were still struggling, and the chicken's claws were shrinking, as if trying to grasp something.

We were all stunned, stunned and didn't know what was going on.

I glanced at my grandfather, who didn't look at the chicken that had just died like we did, but at the other chicken.

I followed my grandfather's gaze, and the frightened chicken was looking at the blood on the ground, and pecked at the blood of its companion with its beak, but it didn't know that its own feet were gradually merging together.

The old lady's murmuring voice floated to my ear: "Could it be that the seventh girl is here?" ”

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