After a while, the boy came running with a big rooster in his arms, and a rope was tied around the rooster's neck.
The boy walked over to Little Tail, put the big rooster down, and said proudly, "My grandma said I can't change it, but I can show it to you."
Little Tail looked at the big rooster with its head held high and chest puffed out and exclaimed, "Wow, what a big rooster. Brother, look at its beautiful tail.
Let’s go home and ask mom to prepare one for us too.”
"It's beautiful, isn't it? We used to use this rooster tail to make shuttlecocks. If you like, I can give you one," said the little boy.
"Are you going to give me its beautiful tail?" Little Tail asked curiously.
"If you want..." The little boy was a little embarrassed. He meant to give her his shuttlecock, but the little sister wanted rooster feathers.
The little boy looked at the rooster and quickly plucked the most beautiful feather from the rooster's tail.
"Then I'll give it to you. This is the most beautiful one." The little boy said proudly.
"Ahhh!" Little Tail was so scared that he hid behind Little Meatball.
The plucked rooster was so angry that the feathers on its neck stood up and it pounced towards the little boy.
"Dahua, are you going to rebel?" The little boy escaped the disaster with the help of his friend.
But the big rooster ignored the little boy and pecked at him again.
The little boy ran away quickly, shouting as he ran: "If you chase me again, I will ask grandma to stew you tonight. Stop right now."
The little friends laughed out loud, and some boys quickly followed the direction they disappeared in. It was obvious that they were going to watch the fun.
"Dad, is he okay?" Little Tail asked Liu Ankang.
"It's okay. You can tell that brother does this kind of thing often. He's very flexible." Liu Ankang was just about to help.
But seeing that the little boy was handling it well, I left him alone.
"Dad, I don't want the big rooster anymore. I think this hen is good." Little Tail said while looking at the hen in his hand. At least they won't peck people.
"Okay." The few of them walked around in a circle and prepared to go home.
Although it is called the foot of the mountain, it is actually just a small hillside, and the cowshed is built on the hillside.
From a distance, you can see a few old men feeding cows next to the cowshed.
It's almost winter and there's not much to do anywhere.
As soon as Liu Ankang appeared, he attracted the attention of several elderly people.
They bumped into each other and looked at the newcomers with a smile.
"I told them it was you, kid, but they didn't believe me. I was right, wasn't I?" One of the old men said excitedly when he saw Liu Ankang coming over.
"It's not that we don't believe it, but we haven't seen him yet, so we're not sure." Another old man retorted.
"Are your masters all right?" someone else asked.
"That's great. The four of them went traveling together. Maybe they will be able to come here soon." Liu Ankang answered them with a smile.
"They live a carefree life. If I had known this earlier, I would have retired early." said an old man.
Lao Liu reminded him at that time, but he happened to have a project on hand, so how could he withdraw just like that?
"Don't worry, you won't be kept here all the time. It's just that you just arrived, and someone will probably come to check later. You have to do it for others to see." Liu Ankang comforted.
"What are you talking about, kid? I know I can live so well here because of you.
Don't worry, we are not such ungrateful people." The old man patted Liu Ankang on the shoulder and said.
The world is in such a state that everyone is trying to avoid it. Liu Ankang is taking a huge risk by being willing to lend a helping hand.
"It will be fine. I'm sorry to bother you for now. If you need anything, just tell me.
If I'm not here, you can tell the village chief." Liu Ankang said to them.
"The villagers have arranged everything for us very well. We have everything we need."
"Yes, I used to be busy day and night, but now I can not only get up early and go to bed early, but I can also chat with these old friends every day. It's so comfortable."
"Yes, yes, I feel like I've been in much better spirits recently."
"Yeah, I see your hair has become much darker."
A group of people started discussing it.
Liu Ankang admired their mentality and was very glad that he could save them, otherwise it would definitely be a great loss to the medical community.
At noon, Liu Ankang invited several elderly people to his home for dinner. Because they didn't know when the higher-ups would come down to inspect, the village provided very little food.
I can only cook some thin porridge every day. Fortunately, the labor intensity is not high now, so I can still make a living.
They also know that these are the food that the villagers themselves pay for, and their subsidies have not yet arrived, so they have no complaints.
Several elderly people were afraid that it would bring trouble to Liu Ankang, so they refused.
In the end, Liu Ankang brought all the food to the cowshed and had a lively meal with several elderly people.
“There was a time when even eating stewed meat was so satisfying,” the old man sighed.
"Perhaps, this is a brand new life experience." said another old man.
“Only after experiencing adversity can you look at success with a more peaceful mindset.”
"A chance of survival?" the old man pondered. "I think I've got some new ideas for my latest research."
"It's already this late, and you're still thinking about your research."
"No, I have to ask Xiao Liu to buy me some banknotes tomorrow. I have to record them down in case I need them when I go back."
Everyone laughed and teased him.
This man is a research maniac. He has never married in his life and is obsessed with various experiments.
He is an outstanding person in biology.
A week later, someone came to check on these people.
Looking at the old people who lived in dilapidated houses, wore tattered clothes, and did hard labor, they nodded with satisfaction.
"This is not enough to treat these bad elements. Have you asked them to come on stage and make self-criticisms three times a day? Have they written the self-criticisms?" asked the leader.
"It's written, it's written. Let them go on stage and read it three times a day." Someone quickly handed him a piece of paper.
"Why is the handwriting so ugly? Aren't they all intellectuals?
Is this a sign of passive resistance? Is this a sign of dissatisfaction with our arrangements?" the leader said angrily, feeling that he was being perfunctorily treated.
"Calm down, I'm telling you, it's because it's cold. I'm cold and hungry, so my hands are shaking when I write, right?
I watched them write this word for word with my own eyes, and there was no hint of perfunctoriness at all.” The man pulled the leader away and whispered.
"Okay, then let them come to the stage to review and I will check it again." The leader said again.
"Okay." The villagers instructed everyone to gather at the threshing ground.
"However," a villager approached the leader and said, "If you listen to the self-criticism, it will probably be dark by the time you reach the foot of the mountain.
You know the way back and forth is difficult, so if possible, it's best to get down the mountain early. I heard there are wolves in the mountains at night."
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