Chapter 150 With a snap!
At this time, the chicken soup in Dujuan's hand had been delivered to Song Dashun. Song Dashun reached out to take it and was about to drink it.
Chu Yue looked at this scene, and without hesitation, she reached out and hit Song Dashun's hand cleanly.
With a snap!
The chicken soup in Song Dashun's hand fell to the ground along with the porcelain bowl. There was a sudden crackling sound and porcelain pieces were shattered all over the floor.
Song Dashun looked at Chu Yue who suddenly broke in. She was not only a young girl, but also a stranger. She didn't even say hello, but actually reached out to hit someone and knocked over his chicken soup.
That's chicken soup!
The raw material chicken is very expensive, the firewood is very expensive, and even more expensive is the love of his wife Dujuan. After a busy morning, she only made a bowl of chicken soup. He didn't even drink a single sip and threw it on the ground. How could he not be angry?
Song Dashun stood up suddenly, his face gloomy and he shouted at Chu Yue fiercely, "Who are you? This is my chicken soup. What do you care if I drink it or not? Do you know how much effort my wife put into making it? Now it's being wasted so easily!"
Because he was too angry, Song Dashun, who had been coughing non-stop before, spoke so many words in one breath without coughing at all. It can be seen that his blood and energy surged, and even his breathing became smooth.
Song Dashun's wife Du Juan also hurriedly spoke up, not to angrily curse Chu Yue for her sudden behavior, but to comfort Song Dashun first.
"Dashun, sit down and stop yelling. It'll scare people."
Song Dashun is over 1.9 meters tall, a typical farmer with a very sturdy build. He looks even stronger than Lu Zhanlin, and when he stands up, he looks like a small mountain.
On the contrary, it was Du Juan next to him, with her thin and petite figure, who calmed down the angry and irritable Song Dashun with just one word.
Song Dashun was unable to vent his anger, so he could only lower his head and look at the remaining traces of chicken soup and the broken dishes and chopsticks on the ground.
What a pity... What a pity...
Du Juan frowned. She was unhappy about Chu Yue's sudden behavior, but besides being unhappy, she was more confused.
She looked Chu Yue up and down, and her eyes lit up when she saw the medicine box on Chu Yue.
Du Juan hurriedly asked, "Comrade, you... you are a doctor!"
"Yes, I am the health worker who came to the village today." Chu Yue replied.
While Dujuan was looking at Chuyue, Chuyue was also looking at Song Dashun and Dujuan. They were a young couple, and looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
Song Dashun is a typical mountain man, which can be seen at a glance. But his wife Du Juan... is fair, well-mannered, beautiful and gentle, with the temperament of a scholar, and does not look like a mountain person.
Moreover, she was careful and meticulous, and was the only one who carefully looked at Chu Yue's medicine box and guessed Chu Yue's identity.
This kind of intelligence and talent is rare among people in the mountains.
When Song Dashun heard Chu Yue's identity, he did not raise his head and shout in anger, but muttered quietly in anger.
"So what if it's a hygienist? Can a hygienist just barge into my house without even knocking? Can a hygienist just spill the chicken soup you worked so hard to make for me?"
Du Juan wanted to ask Chu Yue to treat Song Dashun, but was worried that Chu Yue would be unhappy after hearing these words, so she stepped on Song Dashun's instep to remind the man to shut up and say less what he shouldn't say.
She whispered, "If you want some chicken soup, there's some in the kitchen. I'll give you another bowl."
The atmosphere just became a little more harmonious.
Chu Yue said forcefully again, "You can't drink the chicken soup in the kitchen either."
Du Juan became even more confused and asked hurriedly, "Why?"
Song Dashun's anger was ignited again. "Why can't I drink it just because you say I can't drink it? This is our chicken. Why do you care whether I drink it or not?"
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Song Hongmei knew that Chu Yue was definitely not the kind of person who did things without distinguishing between good and bad, so she quickly spoke up, "Ayue, tell me, what is the reason? Why can't we drink chicken soup?"
Village Chief Lu, who was following closely behind him, also hurriedly said, "Dashun! Be quiet! Comrade Chu must have his reasons for saying this. Be quiet and listen carefully."
Song Dashun snorted and said nothing more, but glared at Chu Yue in dissatisfaction.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Yue.
Chu Yue's gaze fell on Du Juan and she asked, "Is the chicken you use to make chicken soup alive or dead?"
"Is it alive...or dead..." Du Juan hesitated, trying to change his words several times. "Yes...the chicken was half dead, as if it was about to die. I was afraid it wouldn't be fresh, so I killed it while it still had a breath and made chicken soup."
"Half-dead? How could the chicken we raised be half-dead?" Song Dashun became nervous when he heard that something happened to the chicken.
Du Juan didn't have time to answer Song Dashun's doubts at this time. She was looking at Chu Yue nervously, her heart pounding wildly, and she had a vague bad premonition.
"Comrade Chu, something happened to my chicken?"
Chu Yue pressed on, "Where is your kitchen? Take me there to see the chicken you're stewing."
Du Juan immediately led the way, "This way... It's on the side of the house."
Chu Yue took the lead and walked in front, followed by Song Hongmei. Village Chief Lu also wanted to follow, but he vaguely remembered something and suddenly stopped and did not go in.
Chu Yue wore a mask and walked into Song Dashun's kitchen.
There is an iron pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the iron pot is filled with chicken soup, which is still boiling and emitting fragrant hot steam.
Dujuan said, "I killed a chicken this morning and used half of it to make chicken soup at noon. I still have half left here—"
Chu Yue saw the remaining half of the chicken, and as she expected, she saw red chicken feet again. There were also densely packed red dots near the innards of the cut chicken, which looked like a bloodstain.
One of the symptoms caused by avian influenza in chickens is bleeding in the internal organs and subcutaneous tissue.
Therefore, chickens that die from avian influenza will have blood spots on their bodies.
After observing, Chu Yue frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's chicken plague."
Chicken...chicken plague!
As soon as these two words came out, Du Juan and Song Hongmei turned pale at the same time, and Song Dashun couldn't believe it.
Song Dashun yelled, "Impossible! Impossible! My chickens are all fine. They were still jumping around a few days ago. There was nothing wrong with them at all. How could they get chicken plague after a few words from you? Impossible!"
Following the shout, Song Dashun rushed out of the house and walked towards the vegetable garden where chickens were raised behind the house.
Village Chief Lu called out, "Dashun..."
Song Dashun kept muttering to himself, "Impossible! Impossible! Impossible..."
However.
When he walked to the chicken farm, he saw a dead scene. The hens, which should have been lively and energetic, all looked sick. It was obvious that they were ill.
It is indeed chicken plague.
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