Ye Zhiguo was even more confused. "Mom, how did the chickens die? Did they get fowl plague?"
No wonder these chickens didn't look very energetic when I went out at noon; I never expected them to die in just one afternoon!
"Ask your good wife who's suffering from the plague!"
The old lady pointed at Shen Yanhong and started cursing, while Ye Zhiguo was completely bewildered and couldn't figure out what was going on.
When Shen Yanhong saw that it was a chicken that had died, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had only poisoned the old woman and hadn't poisoned the chicken, so the chicken's death had nothing to do with her.
It seems those wild rhubarb remedies aren't working. We need to find some powerful medicine. If we don't get rid of that old hag, she won't even enjoy eating dragon meat.
"Mom, what does the chicken's death have to do with me? I didn't even care about the chicken; you were the one who fed it all along," Shen Yanhong explained softly.
Ye Zhiguo nodded, "That's right, Yan Hong goes to work every day and has never touched a chicken. Mom, don't blame everything on Yan Hong."
The old lady was both angry and heartbroken. Her sons were indeed ungrateful wretches, heartless devils who forgot their old mothers after getting married!
"Do you know what these chickens ate?" the old woman asked, pointing to the dead chicken.
Ye Zhiguo didn't dare to say a word, afraid of angering his mother. How would he know what Huan wanted to eat?
He didn't feed the chickens.
"Grandma, these two are dead too, and the rest are almost done for!" Ye Qingqing cried out.
The old lady rushed over in a hurry. The two chickens that were about to collapse had also died. Of the remaining four, only the rooster was still squatting. The three hens were lying on the ground, their eyelids closed.
"Give him the medicine!"
The old woman forgot about scolding the slut and rushed to get the medicine, mixed it with water, and fed it to the four remaining chickens. She was sweating profusely, but when she saw the four dead chickens on the ground, her heart almost broke.
Four chickens died in this sweltering heat; there's not even enough time to eat them all!
"Boil the water and kill the chickens right away!" The old lady ordered Ye Lan, who had just returned from get off work, to do the work. If they weren't killed soon, all four chickens would rot and they wouldn't even get a bite of meat.
The yard was a mess. Ye Zhiguo still didn't understand what was going on. He followed the old lady around, draining the blood from the four chickens, scalding them in boiling water, and slowly plucking their feathers.
The old lady was quick and efficient; in no time, she had plucked all the feathers off the four chickens and gutted them, all in about half an hour.
Finally free, the old lady was furious. She didn't even have time to wash her hands. She glared fiercely at Shen Yanhong, then looked at Ye Zhiguo and demanded loudly, "Ask this heartless, slutty widow what poison she gave me!"
Ye Zhiguo was startled. "Mom, how could this be? You must have made a mistake."
Ye Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer and pointed at the dead chicken, saying loudly, "Grandma's diarrhea came on so suddenly this time. I didn't let Grandma eat the pot of porridge this morning; I fed it all to the chicken, and as a result, the chicken died, but Grandma got better."
The old woman continued cursing, "Luckily, Qingqing noticed something was wrong, otherwise my old life would have ended up at your wife's hands. What a fine wife you married! Poisoning her mother-in-law! Why doesn't God strike her down with lightning and kill this heartless slut..."
"My life is so miserable! I finally raised my son to adulthood, hoping to come to the city and enjoy a better life, but my heartless daughter-in-law poisoned me! Where is the righteous official? I want justice! I can't live like this anymore!"
"Qingqing, call your second and third uncles and tell them to come and take me back to the countryside. Even if we have to eat coarse food and wild vegetables, your grandma will never live here again!"
The old woman plopped down on the ground, pounding her chest and stamping her feet, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence, tears and snot streaming down her face. Anyone who heard it would weep, and anyone who saw it would be heartbroken.
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