Chapter 100: Farm Chicken Coop Incident

"Grandma..." Jiang Wanwan almost burst into tears and called out in a sticky voice.

Xu Fengyu thought to herself, those who knew were the grandmother and granddaughter-in-law, and those who didn’t would think they were grandparents and grandchildren: “No, big sister, I’m hurting too much.”

"That's good. Go ahead." Old Mrs. Shen smiled and saw them off to the car.

Xu Lan helped Jiang Wanwan carry her luggage into the car. After the car drove out, Jiang Wanwan reached out from the window and said goodbye to everyone.

The news that Old Shen's daughter-in-law was taken away by the director of Wuhuashan Factory quickly spread throughout the production team.

What an honor that is!

This attracted the envy of many people, and every now and then someone would come to ask Grandma Shen, "Did your fourth son's wife get the job on the military farm because of the fourth son?"

Old Lady Shen still held the glorious teacup in her hand: "I guess so, but the factory director likes my fourth daughter-in-law because she is well-educated and well-educated."

"Oh~"

So that's it.

The next day, there were a few more kids studying in the team, including two girls!

Of course, this is a later story.

At this time, Jiang Wanwan had already arrived at the Wuhuashan family compound, and Xu Fengyu personally sent her there for resettlement.

In the military district, only platoon leaders who have made outstanding contributions or are about to be promoted have the possibility of being assigned to the family quarters.

Shen Xingjiang had not been in the army for long and had made meritorious service, but he was still far from being promoted. Xu Fengyu arranged a family compound for them. The location was relatively remote and the place was not large. The house had been idle for a while, the windows were covered with dirt, and the yard was overgrown with weeds.

"When your Platoon Leader Shen gets promoted, I'll buy you a bigger house in the military district."

Xu Fengyu handed the key to Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan was very happy holding the key: "This house is also very good. The roof and walls have been repaired. I will clean up the yard. It is just in time for the spring to plant some coriander, peppers, eggplants, potatoes and corn. I like it very much."

Xu Fengyu nodded with satisfaction.

Okay, the girl is good, not greedy and knows how to be satisfied.

"I'll take you around the farm and arrange a place for you."

"Okay!"

Jiang Wanwan put the luggage in the house, locked the door, and went to the farm with her.

Xu Fengyu took her to Wuhuashan Farm by train, which was a ten-minute journey away and the train ran three times a day.

The last time she passed by the farm, Jiang Wanwan took a quick glance at it. This time she can take a closer look.

Jiang Wanwan supported her chin and looked out, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she was in a good mood.

Xu Fengyu felt regretful more than once. She wished she had met Jiang Wanwan earlier so that she could have made her her daughter-in-law.

Arriving at the farm, Jiang Wanwan and Xu Fengyu walked inside along the winding path.

The Second Farm and the Fourth Farm are both preparing for spring plowing. The fields are full of workers, and the nurseries have set up greenhouses, working hard to cultivate fruit and vegetable seedlings.

Xu Fengyu wanted to find her a leisurely job: "How about being my secretary? I usually inspect the progress of the farm, similar to the timekeeper of the production team."

To put it simply, it means to be Xu Fengyu's spy or informant.

I have power, I feel relaxed, and I have plenty of time.

Jiang Wanwan was very grateful for her promotion, but she understood that she was able to get in through the back door through connections, and if she took this job, people would talk about the factory director behind her back.

She was just about to say that she wanted to find a grassroots job and start from the bottom.

A thin middle-aged man with a disabled left leg ran over from the fork in the road ahead. His clothes were dirty, his shoes were stained with chicken manure, and his face was full of anxiety. When he saw Xu Fengyu, he seemed to have found his backbone and ran over with all his strength, holding his left leg with his hand.

"Ah... Director, all the old hens are dead... What should I do?"

He speaks unclearly and has difficulty speaking. It doesn't seem like he has a problem with his teeth, but rather that his ears are not working well. He can't hear the pronunciation and gradually his pronunciation becomes inaccurate.

Xu Fengyu became serious and asked loudly, "How many people died?" He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

The old man cried and said, "More than 60 of them died, not a single one was left."

That's an old hen!

It's already spring, and the old hens are about to lay down their nests to hatch chicks. If they die at this critical juncture, the blow to the farm will be immeasurable.

Xu Fengyu didn't care about Jiang Wanwan: "I'll go to the chicken coop to see what's going on."

Jiang Wanwan followed along.

The chicken coop is located on the mountainside of the farm. It is very large and, in addition to the old hens, there are more than a hundred broiler chickens. Jiang Wanwan narrowed her eyes and said, "There's something wrong with the broiler chickens, too." They look listless.

Xu Fengyu saw it and asked, "Where is Zhao Da Jiao?"

Zhao Da Jiao is the person in charge of the chicken coop.

The uncle pointed to the road leading to the back of the chicken coop. Xu Fengyu pursed her lips and walked to the back, followed closely by Jiang Wanwan.

A big pit was dug in the open space at the back of the mountain. The pit was filled with dead hens, so many that they could not fit all the chickens in. A sturdy woman with stylishly permed hair was lighting matches.

"Big Foot Zhao!" Xu Fengyu called her.

Hearing Xu Fengyu's voice, Zhao Dajiao's hands trembled. The burning firewood leaves burned her hands. She took a breath and threw the firewood leaves onto the chicken feathers.

The chicken feathers quickly caught fire and a burnt smell spread in the air.

Jiang Wanwan quickly picked up the shovel next to her and put a shovel of sand on the burning flames.

“Wow…”

The fire was put out after the sand was poured in.

Jiang Wanwan picked up a piece of corn leaf from the ground as a cushion, took out a hen and placed it on the ground for inspection. She inspected it very carefully, focusing mainly on the neck and the armpits.

Zhao Da Jiao didn't recognize her, so she scolded her, "Who are you? Can you afford to pay for messing with the chickens in the chicken farm?"

Jiang Wanwan put the chicken down and stood up with a cold face: "I also want to ask you, can you afford the compensation?"

Xu Fengyu didn't know how to raise chickens, but she figured it out. Jiang Wanwan knew better than her: "What did you figure out?"

Zhao Da Jiao saw something was wrong, so he walked up to Xu Fengyu, glared at the deaf uncle, and then wiped his tears hypocritically: "Director, I'm sorry for not raising the chickens well for you. I was afraid that the chicken plague would spread to other chickens, so I wanted to burn them. Don't let people with ulterior motives instigate you."

Jiang Wanwan scolded.

"Stop pretending to be innocent. Let me ask you, according to regulations, chickens should be vaccinated with a weak virus vaccine in spring and autumn, usually in the neck or under the armpits. Why don't the chickens here show any signs of being vaccinated?"

Zhao Da Jiao was stunned by the question, her eyes dodged, she didn't dare to look at Xu Fengyu, she suddenly had an idea, she pushed the deaf uncle down arrogantly: "I gave you the money, you deaf man, why didn't you vaccinate the chickens?"

The deaf uncle couldn't hear what was said and lay on the ground in a daze, nervous and scared.

Jiang Wanwan helped him up, ignoring the chicken manure on his body. The uncle nodded gratefully and thanked him: "What did Sister Hong say?"

Zhao Da Jiao's husband's surname is Hong. Most people don't dare to call her by her name, and they all call her Aunt Hong or Sister Hong.

Jiang Wanwan patted his arm soothingly and mouthed, "Uncle, this is none of your business."

Uncle Zhu didn't know Jiang Wanwan, and he didn't dare to approach a young girl like her who was dressed neatly, for fear that she would despise him. The girl helped him up and helped him. He couldn't hear anything, he could only feel a hand reaching out to him when he felt helpless. That feeling... made him want to cry.