The Weaver Girl clenched her hands into fists, and the chair behind the Cowherd suddenly flew out and hit the chicken coop. The Cowherd seemed to hear the chickens' screams and cursed, "Plague God!"

The meticulous cowherd finally knew who was the culprit that had caused him so much suffering these days. He smashed the stool down hard, and the bald chickens were smashed into a bloody mess. Some hens were even beaten to death. The cowherd was very distressed and carried the chickens under the light. Only a few chickens were intact, and the others were seriously injured...

Niulang was a little sad. His family depended on these few acres of land and these chickens. Now, the fields were destroyed and their food supply was cut off. And now, the chickens that had been plucked of their feathers and survived tenaciously have become like this.

The Cowherd's eyes were bloodshot, and the worry in them was even more intense. But the Weaver Girl smiled and said, "It would be better if they were smashed to death. When I went into the chicken coop the other day, the chickens were clucking non-stop, and the smell was terrible!"

The cowherd angrily said, "Get out!"

The Weaver Girl wanted to cry immediately. She was obviously thinking about the Cowherd, so why did he treat her like this? She beat her chest and said softly, "Cowherd, these chickens are dying. Why not cook them to nourish your body?"

The Cowherd almost slapped the Weaver Girl. The rumor that she fanned the flames and added fuel to the fire was exactly what the Weaver Girl did. The Cowherd thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Didn't you say you were a fairy?"

The Weaver Girl nodded subconsciously, thinking that the Cowherd had changed his mind.

"Then you should restore these chickens to their original state, and restore my fields to their original state!" Niulang said firmly.

"That's not easy!"

The magic in the hands of the Weaver Girl flowed, and the dying chickens quickly recovered their vitality, and their feathers slowly grew back. They could even jump off the Cowherd's thighs, cackling happily.

The fields of the Cowherd family also returned to their former state, and the impression of the Weaver Girl in the eyes of the Cowherd also improved a little. However, the Cowherd still found it strange that his brother and sister-in-law, who had been mean to him, were now so kind to him. Not only did they cook eggs for him every day, but they also hung a mosquito net for him...

The Weaver Girl has been following the Cowherd, but the Cowherd's mind is not on the Weaver Girl. The Cowherd likes a little girl in the village. The girl is not particularly beautiful, but she has a clean temperament. The Cowherd often goes to that girl's house to secretly see the girl when he comes back from herding cattle.

The Weaver Girl was so angry that her face was about to twitch!

He doesn't want to be with a goddess, but instead likes a girl who hasn't fully developed yet.

And the girl seemed to be in love with the cowherd.

The Weaver Girl felt that she could not wait any longer, so she cast a spell to make the county magistrate marry the girl. However, the county magistrate was a lustful man with several concubines at home. The girl refused and almost committed suicide by jumping into the river. The Cowherd even thought of taking the girl away to escape the marriage.

Zhi** smiled coldly, knocked the cowherd unconscious and took him away, while the girl was taken back to the government office by the county magistrate. Not only was she bullied by the concubine during the day, but she was also bullied by the county magistrate at night with all kinds of things under the bed.

Soon, the girl was exhausted and died after only three months with the county magistrate.

The Cowherd refused to speak for a while, and the Weaver Girl was very sad. She didn't want to be so cruel. She just wanted to get her own happiness. It was the girl who was short-sighted and had to like the man she liked.

The Weaver Girl helped the drunken Cowherd onto the bed, blew out the lights, and took off all her clothes. Her hand slid from the Cowherd's neck to his erection...

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl slept together.