Ma Feilong grabbed it in his hand, and chirped, he looked left and right, and then glanced at Ma Chengzhi. Ma Chengzhi said, it's this one, I dreamed that the person who said it was my father, and said that there was a small black dot on the left side of the sharp beak of the chicken he was reincarnated. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the little black dot and said, isn't it?!

Ma Feilong was also convinced, and suddenly burst into tears, and muttered to the chicken boy with only a little black spot, son! How did you become a chicken? Don't forget to come to this family and meet your own father and son.

The chickens with little black spots chirped again, as if to answer, Father! I have a relationship with this family, a relationship with you, and a relationship with my son, even if I change my appearance and become a chicken, I want to come to meet you.

At that moment, Ma Feilong put the chickens back into the group of chickens in the log basin, and suddenly thought that he should give it a name, and slipped out casually, Heizai, Chengzhi and I will definitely treat you well.

Ma Chengzhi looked at the black boy who had already gotten into the flock of chickens to keep warm, and quietly said in his heart, Heizai's father, me and grandpa, we must treat you well in the future, although you have done some bad things to torture and kill the white goose, but you have made sacrifices for this family. Now that you have been reduced to the point of a flat-haired beast, since you have come to the dream, I have confirmed that what you said is true, we still consider you as a relative, and will take special care of you.

Since then, the grandfather and grandson have really taken care of the black boy. When it was time to feed it, it was caught alone from the log basin and put into a dustpan, so that it could eat and drink the fine rice bran sticks they had prepared and the clean water they had placed in the tea cup. Standing here and looking at it, if it were Ma Feilong, he would say, "Black boy, my son, you enjoy it slowly; If it were Ma Chengzhi, he would say, "Daddy Blackboy, you peck well." Their words were so kind and kind. When the meal is finished, it is put back in the flock to play.

As the days passed, the black boy grew up, and the pink cockscomb stood up, and it was obvious that it was a rooster.

By the time the morning grain was cut in July and August, it also began to crow, and the sound of crowing was not as rough and loud as the crowing of the big rooster, but it seemed childish, and even made people sound a little hoarse.

Of course, it is not hoarse, but it is a kind of tender elegance, which makes it easy to make the impression of comparing it with the crowing of a big rooster, as if the atmosphere of the family and the village with a bumper harvest and six animals is more and more enriched by its several hopeful crows.

The black boy is a little bigger, its black fur and a small black spot on the left side of the pointed beak are no longer pure black, but have become dark green, which is more beautiful and beautiful, reminiscent of the pattern on the wings of a peacock.

Every day when the chickens are in the cage, Ma Feilong always comes on crutches to count it, for fear that it will be lost; Ma Chengzhi took special care of it, often catching it from the flock and putting it into a chicken coop made separately to live in, so as not to suffer in the crowded chicken pen.

Of course it's at night, but it's still out of the coop during the day. Over time, the black boy was tamed, and it didn't want Ma Chengzhi to catch it, but consciously got into the open chicken coop, and Ma Chengzhi just came over to close the small door of the chicken coop.

But one day, Ma Chengzhi, who was engaged in breeding, went to the city to buy chicken feed, and suddenly someone reminded him, Boss Ma, you raise chickens, but you should pay attention to the theft of chickens.

Now there is a man in the countryside who wanders around, often tying a piece of frog meat to a stick, and hiding a crochet needle in the meat, he always walks sneakily behind the front house of the village, and takes advantage of the unpreparedness, throws it as bait to the chickens, as long as there is a chicken swallowed, it will be hung by the crochet, so that Hanako will drag the chicken away, and then strangle or not die at all, so he will paste a piece of yellow mud, put it into the fire and burn it, and it is cooked, fragrant, and he tears its flesh and eats it with pleasure.

And such things? Ma Chengzhi listened like a stab in the throat, as if his chicken had been stolen by the man named Hanako, pasted with yellow mud and put into the fire to cook and eat.

He was a little nervous, and the first thing he did when he got home was to grab a handful of chicken feed, and sprinkle it in the field, counting them one by one while the chickens were competing for food, but there was one missing, and it was the black boy, the black boy that he and his grandfather paid special attention to - an adult black boy with a pink cockcomb and dark green patterns on its wings comparable to that of a peacock.

Ma Chengzhi hasn't told his grandfather about the loss of the black boy, he plans to find it quietly, as if this incident didn't happen, he doesn't have to explain to his grandfather, lest he blame himself for his dereliction of care and get troubled.

Ma Chengzhi suspected that the black boy might have been stolen by the man named Hanako, so he searched everywhere. There was a man in the village who said that he had seen Hanako, who was dressed in tattered clothes, and who was holding a stick with a crochet in his hand.

It's over, it's definitely him. Ma Chengzhi pondered in his heart, and asked where the man called Hanako had gone, and after the man shook his head, he said that he had grown feet and knew where he went? What are you looking for him?

I have something to do with him. Ma Chengzhi replied like this, looking anxious, not wanting to explain that he was looking for Hanako to find the adult rooster, the black boy. If the Tao is clear and the news leaks, then Hanako will run away when she hears the wind, and she can't find him, won't she look for him in vain?

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset spread in the village and slowly dimmed, and the night hung quietly, like a black screen, which made Ma Chengzhi feel an insurmountable anxiety in his heart.

Ma Chengzhi walked to the neighboring village, and saw wisps of cooking smoke curling up from the foothills of the blurred outline from a distance, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that there was a mountain fire there?

When he went to look, a ragged man named Hanako was sitting under an abandoned clay kiln tearing chicken and stuffing it into his mouth piece by piece.

The chicken leg pinched in his hand had already rushed into Ma Chengzhi's eyes, and there was still smoke in the earthen kiln. Ma Chengzhi secretly thought: This chicken called Hanako is from an unknown source.

He couldn't tell if his chicken, the black boy who had been reincarnated by his father's spirit, had been caught by Hanako and pasted with mud and burned in the fire of the earthen kiln. If you ask him, it's impossible to admit it if you call Hanako, but you came from afar, and if you don't ask, you're unwilling.

Just as he was hesitating, the man raised his face with a black face at the bottom of the pot, shook the half-eaten fragrant chicken body without the head in front of him, and said with a smile, Hey! It's so delicious, do you want to eat it?

Don't want to eat. Ma Chengzhi shook his head and asked, where did you get this chicken?

Can't tell you, it's not about you. Tell Hanako to continue to nibble on the chicken nuggets in her hand.

Ma Chengzhi wanted to say that one of my purple roosters was missing, and he choked on the words in his throat, but he deduced: The chicken that Hanako ate may be his purple rooster called Heizai, how can he admit it? Ma Chengzhi is really out of recruits.