Ten dollars for a special chicken
At the base of the mud wall behind the village, a man was holding a dog-beating stick and poking it into a hole at the bottom of the mud slope, cursing: "You beast, I let you steal a chicken, I'll beat you to death. Get out of here, you dog."
The ground behind him was a mess, and the evidence of his guilt was clear.
"Stop!" Zhou Huaiyue rushed over, pulled the man behind him, and lay down at the entrance of the cave.
At the bottom of the cave, Da Huang stared with fear, curled up against the wall, and trembled all over. When he heard his master's voice, he hummed a trembling sound from his throat, with fear and horror.
"Don't be afraid, ah!" Zhou Huaiyue leaned his shoulder and put an arm into the hole, trying to comfort Da Huang. But the hole was too deep and he couldn't touch the dog at all.
Shen Roujiao, who was running and panting, stood behind the cave entrance with her hands on her knees, bent over, "It, it, is it okay?"
Zhou Huaiyue, with his head and face covered in dust, turned around and glared at the man fiercely. When his eyes swept over Jiaojiao, he said unhappily: "It should be fine. The hole is deep and he can't hit you. But he must have been scared."
"Why are you so fierce? You raised the dog, right? Look, look," the man pointed at the bloody chicken feathers on the ground, gritting his teeth in hatred, "The rooster I raised for half a year was bitten to death by it. I must kill it today. Beast!"
The last two words sound like scolding a dog as well as a person.
"Say what you just said again." Zhou Huaiyue got up from the ground, stared at the man with angry eyes, and walked closer step by step.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he retorted angrily.
The next second, Zhou Huaiyue rushed forward and punched the man in the face, leaving him injured; the man fought back and hit him in the stomach with a hook, causing him to have stomachache...
The two of them got into a complete fight.
Shen Roujiao watched coldly, with no intention of going forward to persuade them to stop fighting. It was not until they were both a little tired that she said, "You fight really well. Take a break and continue."
The two people who were fighting were stunned and let go of their hands.
Men are so unreasonable.
Things that can be solved by talking peacefully must be escalated into violence, and they especially believe that the truth comes out from fists.
Even if the winner gets to drink tea and the loser is hospitalized, we still have to compete.
The two men in front of me had bruises on their faces and their clothes were in disarray, but they both acted as if they had won the fight. It was really infuriating and funny.
"You, how much money do you have for the chicken? I'll compensate you." Shen Roujiao pointed at the man with her chin and glanced at Zhou Huaiyue, "You, go check on Da Huang and try to coax it out."
"Chickens are raised to be eaten during the Chinese New Year, so you have to pay for them at the New Year's price." He brushed the dust off his clothes, and when he brushed the spot where he was hit, he took a breath and felt the pain.
"Is eight pieces enough?" A chicken in front of me looks like it has about five or six pieces. How big a rooster would have to be if it had eight pieces.
The man unconsciously raised his right eyebrow, one high and one low, funny and cunning, "My chicken will call people when it crows in the morning."
Uh!
It’s still a special chicken. Dahuang has good taste.
"Ten dollars." Shen Roujiao took out two five-dollar bills from a pile of banknotes in her trouser pocket and handed them over.
"Okay!" The man took the money, smiled instantly, and said in a joking manner: "Jiaojiao, next time you eat chicken, choose my restaurant again!"
People from the same village naturally knew each other, and they all knew that Shen Roujiao had found a backer with a good background. Of course, the price she asked for had to be a bit higher.
"You're welcome!" Shen Roujiao didn't know who he was.
He was so happy, he got two in exchange for one, and he had everything he needed to feed and feed them. The man walked away happily, brandishing his dog-beating stick.
Hearing the sound of people leaving, Dahuang crept towards its owner. Zhou Huaiyue wanted to grab its legs, but felt something soft. He looked into the cave and saw two puppies hiding at Dahuang's feet, staring at him curiously.
"Look!" Zhou Huaiyue waved to Jiaojiao, signaling her to hurry over.
Two heads are lying in the small hole, and four eyes are looking inside. The cute dog is doubly curious, and its happy little tail is already wagging.
"Come here, come to your sister." Her voice was so sweet that it made the people around her feel numb.
Even a little boy can't resist the soft-spoken beauty, and he bravely twists his little butt to lick the delicate hand.
When the village chief and his companions arrived, Shen Roujiao was holding a puppy in her arms, Zhou Huaiyue was holding a puppy in his arms, and Dahuang was sitting between them, sniffing this and licking that. The picture was so beautiful that it looked like a family of five.
The second brother Shen Tiancheng's face slowly darkened, and he broke the atmosphere with a loud voice, "Little sister!"
Shen Roujiao stood up and walked over carefully holding the puppy, handing it to him, "Brother, this is Dahuang's baby. So cute."
"Hey, did you get into a fight?" The village chief squatted opposite Zhou Huaiyue, looking at the swelling on his brow with glee.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the village chief asked again: "Did you win or lose?"
Oh, a man remains a boy until he dies.
Why fighting is not important, winning or not is the most important thing.
"I won." Zhou Huaiyue looked proud and gently touched the dog at his feet, "Da Huang, am I right?"
Woo woo woo, Da Huang's tail was wagging like a flower, and he was just about to say thumbs up.
Shen Roujiao rolled her eyes in her heart. The man's strange desire to win and lose even didn't let the dog go. It was really scary.
That night, no one applied medicine to the injured Zhou Huaiyue. Shen Roujiao and her second brother went to the market to thank Qi Nanhua in person. If it weren't for his recommendation, Boss Chen wouldn't have taken care of them.
As Zhou Huaiyue applied the medicine to himself, he complained with a grin, "How heartless! As a disciple, I watched my master fight, and not only did I not help, but I also booed, boosting others' morale and destroying my own prestige. Hiss! I don't think I'm really good at fighting, so I'd better not do it next time. A gentleman talks, not fights, forget it, I won't talk either. I'm tired!"
Zhou Huaiyue brought the two puppies back to the yard, and Dahuang didn't come back until late at night.
The night breeze was gentle, the sky was full of stars, and Zhou Huaiyue, who was digging herbs and fighting, went to bed early. Da Huang was pushing his door hard, humming and making noises.
Until the owner is woken up.
Zhou Huaiyue opened the door with his clothes on and sleepy eyes. Da Huang was sitting at the door, looking up at him. "Your cub is in your nest. I didn't steal it. What are you making a fuss about?"
Dahuang turned his head back and guided Zhou Huaiyue to look towards the entrance of the yard.
There was a black thing squatting not far away. He rubbed his blurry eyes and looked again. It turned out to be a black dog.
No wonder there are two puppies, one yellow and one black. It turns out that this one is Dahuang's lover.
Now it all makes sense. How could Da Huang have the courage to catch a chicken? He would hide far away when he saw people. Even if ten dogs were brave enough, he wouldn't dare to do that.
The one at the door was different. He had a fierce look in his eyes, but he was good at catching chickens and birds. He ran away very quickly at the critical moment, leaving the crime scene to Da Huang, who took the blame with the two children.
The village chief tried to catch it but failed, but he caught a few people who were digging medicinal herbs.
It is the culprit of all this, Dahei!
Dahuang rubbed against his owner's trouser legs and kept making whining sounds. When Zhou Huaiyue squatted down, he burrowed into his palm, asking for a caress.
Enjoying the caress, Dahuang looked back at Dahei from time to time. When Dahei turned around to leave, it licked Zhou Huaiyue's hand reluctantly.
"What do you mean? Are you planning to leave the son behind and keep the mother?"