Zhou Caixiang left, and Zhou Jiahong had no choice but to go to the kitchen by himself, thinking of cooking some noodles to make do with a meal. However, he searched the entire cupboard but could not find any noodles. There were no eggs where he usually kept them, and even the rice in the rice container was gone.
What was there for him not to understand? His mother was determined to starve him to death!
Zhou Jiahong slammed the door shut in annoyance. "Hmph, you still want to use this trick to get me to work? I won't. I'm going to eat at my second sister's house!"
Lü Sanmei watched Zhou Jiahong walk away through the crack in the door, a shadow of gloom flashing in her eyes.
She felt the contents of her pocket, quickly went to the wall, set up the wooden ladder she had prepared, and successfully climbed over to Yu Qiuying's house. Then she went straight to the chicken coop in the backyard, took out a bag of rice soaked in pesticide from her pocket, and scattered it in.
After returning home, she put the wooden ladder back in her room, then casually picked up her farm tools, locked the door, and went to the fields.
About ten minutes after Lü Sanmei left, her youngest son, Zhou Qiming, came back from outside, yawning and swaying.
Zhou Qiming was a year older than Zhou Jiahong. He dropped out of school after elementary school and was one of the most disliked troublemakers in the village. He had been dishonest since childhood, always stealing chickens, dogs, vegetables, and melons.
Because Yu Qiuying and Lü Sanmei didn't get along, Zhou Qiming and Zhou Jiahong never played together. They even had a fight a year ago.
That time, Zhou Qiming lost to Zhou Jiahong. Although he was older than Zhou Jiahong, he only had the guts to steal small things and was not as ruthless as Zhou Jiahong in a fight. After that incident, he dared not provoke Zhou Jiahong again.
On his way back, Zhou Qiming avoided Zhou Jiahong whenever he ran into him, feeling incredibly frustrated.
At this moment, Zhou Qiming strolled leisurely to the gate of his own yard, listlessly took out his key from his pocket to open the gate, and his movements paused when he inadvertently glanced at the locked gate of the neighboring yard.
After opening the gate and going inside, he quietly closed the gate, then went to the wall and furtively tiptoed to peek next door.
Once he was sure no one was home at Zhou Jiahong's house, Zhou Qiming had an idea. He used both arms to pull himself up over the wall and easily climbed over.
After landing, he went straight to the chicken coop in the backyard. Afraid of being discovered, he didn't dare to dawdle and didn't notice that the chickens were a little dazed. He easily caught one of them.
Then, with a snap, he broke the chicken's neck. The whole action was smooth and seamless, clearly the work of a seasoned chicken thief.
After catching the chicken, he didn't dare linger. He quickly went back to his house, put the chicken in a snakeskin bag, went to the kitchen to get some salt, grabbed a box of matches, and hurriedly went out again.
He brought the chicken to his friend Dong Chunfu's house and said happily, "Fuzi, come on, I've got something good."
Dong Chunfu and Zhou Qiming were born in the same year. Like Zhou Qiming, Dong Chunfu was the youngest son in his family, but their treatment at home was completely different. Although Zhou Qiming was the youngest son, he had four older brothers. Although Lü Sanmei also doted on him, the more brothers there were in the family, the more benefits they had to share.
Dong Chunfu was the only son in his family. His mother had given birth to six girls before finally having a son like him. From a young age, he was pampered and spoiled rotten.
Zhou Qiming and Dong Chunfu were both disliked by everyone in the village. The two often stole chickens and dogs together and did nothing productive.
Upon hearing that Zhou Qiming had acquired something good, Dong Chunfu's eyes lit up immediately. "What good stuff did you get?"
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