Grandma Zhang snatched the weasel from little Zhang Tao's hand and said with a smile, "Oh, this weasel must have eaten so many chickens to grow so fat. It's just right, we don't have much meat left at home, so we can kill this weasel and eat it."
Huang Qingtian, who was held in Grandma Zhang's hand and unable to move, looked desperate. He immediately used telepathy to call out to Zhang Meng inside, "Little Mengmeng, help me, save me quickly. If you don't come out soon, you will only see a bowl of weasel meat later."
Zhang Meng, who was checking the jade pendant on her body in the house, heard the scream and ran out immediately.
At first glance, I saw Huang Qingtian in such a miserable state, being held by her grandmother like a hen.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Zhang Meng quickly stepped forward and stopped Grandma Zhang who was about to walk into the kitchen.
Grandma Zhang was all smiles because she had found a big, fat weasel. "Meng'er, we have meat to eat today. See, this weasel is so fat! Grandma killed it and stewed it for you and Tao'er to nourish your bodies."
As soon as she finished speaking, Grandma Zhang immediately felt that the weasel in her hand was struggling violently.
"Oh, this weasel has become a spirit. It seems to understand what we say."
Zhang Meng smiled at Huang Qingtian, who was twisting his body hard to escape, and said, "Grandma, can we not kill this weasel? I brought it back, and it saved my life once."
When Grandma Zhang heard this, she immediately lowered her head and looked at the weasel that was also staring at her and said, "Really? This weasel really saved your life. We can't kill it. We have to keep it as a good worshipper. But I heard that weasels eat chickens. We only have one or two laying hens, so we can't let them eat them."
At this moment, Huang Qingtian, who was held in Grandma Zhang's hand, kept chirping.
It was so noisy that Grandma Zhang almost couldn't catch it.
"Hey, what is this weasel yelling about? Why is it so strong?"
Zhang Meng glanced at the talking weasel and smiled, "Grandma, I think this weasel seems to be saying that it doesn't eat chicken."
"Really, Meng'er, you can understand what the weasel says."
"Ah, I don't understand. I'm just guessing. If you don't believe me, you can ask the weasel to nod and see if I'm right."
Grandma Zhang immediately looked at the weasel in her hand, and it turned out that she was right: the weasel was nodding its head.
"This weasel is really a spirit. Okay, let's not kill it. Let's keep it."
Huang Qingtian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. That was great. He finally saved his life. It was worth it that he had been acting cute to the old lady.
Huang Qingtian, who had lived in the Zhang family for half a day, now took advantage of Grandma Zhang's sleep to sneak into Zhang Meng's room and chat with her.
"Xiao Mengmeng, your grandma is so scary. If I hadn't been acting cute today, she would have stewed me to death."
Zhang Meng kept smiling and suddenly remembered what Village Chief Zhang asked her to do when she went to see him today.
"Huang Qingtian, come with me tomorrow."
After tossing and turning for a long time, Huang Qingtian was now exhausted both mentally and physically. He lay limply on the bed where Zhang Meng slept, and weakly responded, "What are you going out for?"
Zhang Meng then told him everything that had been discussed at Village Chief Zhang's house today.
"Huang Qingtian, you are a great immortal, and you have lived for so many years. You must have seen a lot of things. Do you think this incorrupt corpse is caused by a ghost?"
"That's hard to say. There are all kinds of strange things in this world. What's the matter? Do you want to help others?"
"I have no choice but to help. The village chief promised me that as long as I do him this favor, I can ask for leave anytime I want in the future."
Huang Qingtian curled his lips and said, "You humans are trouble."
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared outside Zhang Meng's room, and soon Grandma Zhang's voice was heard, "Meng'er, who are you talking to?"
Zhang Meng immediately made a shushing gesture to Huang Qingtian, and then responded to the outside, "Grandma, I'm not talking to anyone, I'm just talking to myself."
"You kid, why are you still talking to yourself so late? Go to bed quickly." Zhang Meng responded immediately, "I know, grandma."
After a while, the footsteps outside became farther and farther away. After confirming that grandma had really entered the house, Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at Huang Qingtian lying on the bed, "Go back to your chicken coop."
Today, after Grandma Zhang decided to keep Huang Qingtian, she arranged for it to live in the same room with the two old hens of the Zhang family.
Huang Qingtian rolled over and got into Zhang Meng's bed. "No, I'm not going. I'm the great Huang Daxian, but I have to stay in the same room with two stinky chickens. I won't go even if I die. I want to sleep here."
Zhang Meng went forward to pull it out of the quilt with amusement, but it turned out to be very cunning. As soon as Zhang Meng put his hand into the quilt, it squeezed in even further. In the end, the weasel slept in the same bed with Zhang Meng.
Maybe it was because there was a weasel in the quilt, but Zhang Meng felt that the bed seemed to be much warmer than before.
The next morning after breakfast, Zhang Meng asked Grandma Zhang again about going out.
"I hope the village chief won't have any objections to you going out every day?" Grandma Zhang looked at Zhang Meng with a worried look on her face.
"Grandma, don't worry. I'm just going to help the village chief this time. He also promised me that if I need to go out for something in the future, I can just go without worrying about him. Even if there is something, he will help me suppress it."
"When did the village chief become so nice?" Grandma Zhang looked puzzled as she ate her porridge.
Zhang Meng smiled and did not explain to Grandma Zhang that she had promised the village chief a big favor, which was why the village chief was taking such good care of her.
After breakfast, Zhang Meng just walked out of the house and met Village Chief Zhang driving an ox cart.
"Xiao Meng, I knew you were coming right away. I really expected you. Take my car. It's still an hour's walk from here to your aunt's family home."
Zhang Meng nodded and got on the ox cart carrying a backpack.
In those days, this ox cart still belonged to the production team and was public property. Village chief Zhang was able to use this ox cart because he was the person in charge of the village.
Village chief Zhang's daughter-in-law's maiden name is Lin. It takes about an hour to walk to Zhangjia Village. The most important thing is that the road connecting the two villages is not easy to walk on. When Zhang Meng arrived at Linjia Village, one of his buttocks was almost swollen from the bumping.
When they arrived, the Lin family's house was quiet, and the foundation that had just been built next to them was still there.
"Mom, Dad, I'm here to see you." As soon as he entered the Lin family yard, Village Chief Zhang shouted inside.
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