"Let me set the table first. Do you want to go and call Mom and Dad back for dinner?"

"No need, Mom and Dad will come back when they're hungry," Song Dazhou said, waving his hand.

"Hmph, you brat, you won't even come home for dinner when we call your parents." Song Sheng said, looking at his son.

"Hey, Dad, you're back!"

"Hey, Little Flower, have you fed the chickens?"

As soon as Song Ma Liang Xiuzhu returned, she started thinking about the chickens she raised.

“Mom, ask my brother. He said he’ll feed him,” Song Xiaohua said.

Liang Xiuzhu put down the firewood and went to the chicken coop to take a look. No matter how many times she counted, there were only four chickens inside.

"Dazhou, there's one chicken missing from the coop. Are you feeding it enough?" Liang Xiuzhu asked anxiously.

"Mom, I've sold one, you don't need to count anymore."

“Sold it? Why did you sell Little Black? I was supposed to keep it to lay eggs!” Liang Xiuzhu shouted.

"Hey, Mom, calm down. There are still three hens in the coop. We can bring back chicks to raise next time."

"Tell me right now, who did you sell it to? I'm going to get it back," Liang Xiuzhu said angrily.

"Mom, for my future happiness, I must sell it."

"What does your future happiness have to do with Xiao Hei?" Liang Xiuzhu didn't understand.

Song Xiaohua couldn't hold back any longer; she still wanted to eat, and she didn't have time to listen to their long chatter.

"Brother sold the chicken to the female educated youth, Mom, stop talking and come eat, Dad is hungry," Song Xiaohua said loudly.

"Alright, alright, it's sold, it's sold. Old woman, come and eat." Song Sheng suddenly spoke up.

"That's right, Mom, come and eat." Song Dazhou quickly sat down at the table and started eating.

"Xiaohua, which educated youth did you sell the chicken to?"

Looking at her mother, Song Xiaohua could only say, "It's that Liu Hongying, the educated youth who doesn't talk much and only focuses on working."

"Oh, it's her. I've almost never heard her speak."

The one next to her, who looked like a proud white goose and always ordered her around, was Zhou Zhiqing, who talked a lot.

Hearing all that complaining is really annoying when I'm working.

“Yes, that educated youth Zhou always made her do chores. I heard it was her father who made her do it, and she did whatever Zhou told her to do,” Song Xiaohua suddenly interjected.

"How did you know?" Song Dazhou asked.

"Oh, I was calculating work points when I heard that educated youth Zhou say that if Liu Hongying was a little slow in doing things for her, she would say that sentence."

Song Dazhou felt a little uneasy listening to his sister's words.

He wanted to catch up with Hongying quickly, marry her, and stop her from being someone else's slave.

Liu Hongying, whom Song Dazhou wanted to marry, was plucking chicken feathers in the yard.