At this time, the motor goes around to a bamboo garden behind a village house, sneaking around, waiting for an opportunity to do something, isn't it just to steal chickens? Psyllium, who peeked at the motor in the distance, also saw chickens foraging in the bamboo garden. The motor stood with a bamboo tree, looking around, the moment he turned his neck, the psyllium was crawling in the miscellaneous wood forest 30 meters away from him, the motor did not notice him, and put his hand into his pants purse to take out something.

Suddenly, psyllium, which had not yet fully recovered, couldn't help coughing, coughing twice in a row, which broke the silence around him. The motor sensitively put what he had taken out back into his purse, and he looked in a panic in the direction where the coughing sound was coming from, but found nothing, but he fled the bamboo garden alertly, and the chickens clucked when they saw someone moving.

The psyllium continued to chase after him, and the horse reached another village, where he again went around the back of the house and stared at the flocks of chickens foraging in the grass, but he was unlucky that behind the house there was a man on the back of a ox herding cattle.

When the man saw the stranger coming, he stared at him. As if he was afraid that people would see that he had a ghost in his heart, he turned around and walked back. Fearing that the motor would find out that he was following him, Psyllium squatted in the bushes in disguise as a man with big hands, burying his head in embarrassment.

The motor walked past him, and the sound of clattering footsteps was still ringing in his ears. When the motor was far away, he quietly followed behind him. Perhaps worried that he had almost lost his tracks twice, he gave up his attempt and returned to his house with an empty snakeskin bag. Psyllium thought that he would not be reconciled, and lurked in the jungle behind his house to continue to watch.

As night fell, Psyllium walked out of the jungle in the night, came to the back of the motor house, and went around to the front of the house. The motor was having a late-night snack, and Psyllium smelled the smell of chicken soup outside the door, and suddenly felt a little hungry, but in order to catch the chicken thief he thought was good, he would rather starve than give up tracking the motor.

There was a gap in the front door of the motor's house, and he leaned in and squinted his eyes to look in, the motor had spent the night supper, and the table was full of chicken bones and other messes. Both of the motor's hands are covered with fine chicken feathers, and he is busy scratching left and right, and sometimes he keeps scratching his body, and his brows are frowning, which shows that he itches badly.

Then he got up from a chair, and the psyllium immediately retreated from the crack in the door, retreated to the corner where the front of the house and the back of the house met, stared at the door, and in a moment the lights in the room went out, and the front door opened with a "ah", and a black shadow came out, of course, it was a motor, and he seemed to be carrying something in his hand, shaking under the faint starry sky, and it was estimated that it was still an empty snakeskin bag, which was used to steal chickens and load goods.

Psyllium also heard the sound of him locking the door, and saw him walking along the path in front of the house towards another village on the other side of the field. Psyllium quietly followed him, about 20 meters away, but the motor did not find it.

At this moment, a train rumbled past a village not far ahead, and the deafening volume covered all sounds. Psyllium let go of his steps and walked without worrying about making a sound for the motor to notice, and after the train left, he controlled the footsteps again and continued to follow the motor.

After a while, the motor sneaked into the Shijiazhuang next to the railway, about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, it was not very late, a row of houses were lit up, and some figures were shaking, obviously most of the people in this village were not sleeping, and the motor did not dare to act rashly.

Psyllium not far behind him found that he climbed up to an ancient maple tree in front of the village to hide, and in the middle of the night, maybe around one o'clock in the morning, the motor quietly slipped down from the ancient maple, and in front of the ancient maple was a master pond, and he walked along the pond dam to the black house.

Suddenly, the psyllium who followed behind found that he had fallen into the pit, and it took him half a day to get up, humming and chirping, and a black shadow flashed towards the village house. This can be a lesson for psyllium, he passed by here carefully did not fall, and in the haze carefully examined, only to know that this pit is actually a ditch between the pond and the field, and when he approached it, he could still hear the sound of gurgling water.

Psyllium was not negligent and continued to track the motor that had infiltrated a corridor in the village house. At this time, a few dogs were barking, but there was no chase for the motor, nor did they attack the psyllium that was following them, and everything in the village was silent except for the barking of dogs.

The motor exited the hallway, and crossed the threshold of a hall on the left, which was open and had no door. Psyllium remembers that this is a family surnamed Li, the year before last there was a fire, burned the door shaft, because this is an old house, the son of the family surnamed Li made a new house in the east of the village, so there is not even a door repaired here.

Li Laohan and his wife still live here, and they have a nest of chickens, a total of more than 30 chickens, which are stored in the big chicken coop in the corner of the hall at night. The psyllium that had quietly followed was outside the door of the hall, leaning on the edge of the door, and sometimes poking his head out to stare at it by the faint starlight in the night. Even though the motor was on tiptoe and flashed into the hall like a ghost, he could still hear the small clatter of the motor.

At the same time, there was a rhythmic and heavy snoring in the main room on one side of the hall, followed by the sound of a rooster flapping its wings, followed by a loud croaking.

At this moment, the chickens in the cage seemed to feel something ominous, and they clucked uneasily. The motor standing in front of the chicken coop slowly crouched down, but did not move.

Suddenly, the rumbling of the train passing in front of the village shook the mountain, drowning out all the sounds. I saw that the motor took the opportunity to reach into the chicken coop and dragged out the chickens in the cage one by one and stuffed them into the empty snakeskin bag.

In order to catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, the psyllium hidden at the gate of the hall did not rush to alarm him, but subconsciously wanted to block this exit, so that the chicken thief with chicken feathers on his body would be exposed in full view.

After a while, that is, before the rumble of the train had disappeared, the motor grabbed the bag full of chickens, tied a tight knot at the mouth of the bag, and threw the heavy stolen goods on his back, and quickly slipped away.

The motor trembled in fright, dropped the snakeskin bag containing the chicken, and ran away, but at the moment of lifting his leg, the tall psyllium stretched out his foot, tripped him and gnawed on the mud, and was about to get up from the ground, but was held down by the psyllium again, unable to move.

Psyllium yelled, the chicken thief has finally caught you, I will teach you a hard lesson. The motor snorted pitifully, spare me, let me go! No more stealing chickens.

Psyllium still unceremoniously opened his voice and shouted, I'm going to crutch your legs, who told you to steal chickens? He was still begging when he was pressed to the ground, sir, spare your life! I don't steal chickens anymore.

Psyllium did not let go of him, saying that when he saw chicken feathers on his body in the hospital, he suspected that he was a chicken thief, but there was no evidence, and now that he caught the thief in the middle of the night, he wanted to make him ugly in front of everyone.