"Come on, uncle, let's talk!" Rong Ziyin took advantage of the village chief's inattention, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the crowd.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The village chief was immediately shocked, thinking how could this gentle guy be so strong? It felt like being pulled by a cow.

But then, he was surrounded by Rong Ziyin and his group.

In Rorschach's words, Rong Ziyin was the kind of thousand-year-old dog demon who came out to harm the world with half a human skin.

In just a short while, the village chief was attracted by Rong Ziyin's hair growth liquid, one of the three giants of WeChat business brands, and even ate boneless duck paws with Rong Ziyin for no reason.

"No, what's going on?" The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The police were still confronting the villagers with real weapons, but Rong Ziyin and the village chief were arm in arm and seemed to be drinking some wine together?

The point was, what were they eating? It smelled so good that you could smell it from a long distance.

The village chief was not as comfortable as they thought, and he was in dire straits.

Rong Ziyin was really good at talking. In just ten minutes, he sold him a bottle of hair growth water and two pounds of boneless duck feet.

Together, it was a huge sum of one hundred yuan, which was equivalent to selling six little roosters. But the key point was that he couldn't refuse!

After all, he had eaten the duck feet, held the shampoo in his arms, and he was still in the enemy's army. If you say no now, won't you be beaten to death?

Looking at the particularly majestic and strong figure of Old Wu, the village chief's eyes became more and more awed.

Rong Ziyin took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Don't be afraid! He didn't bring a real gun."

So they still have real guns? ! The village chief stared at Rong Ziyin in horror with his eyes wide open.

[Fear value 1000]

Rong Ziyin patted the village chief on the shoulder and continued, "Uncle, don't be nervous. We are really good people."

[Fear value 1000]

What, what kind of good person can carry a gun with him! The village chief trembled with his lips and was even more speechless.

Don't think that he dared to confront the police with the villagers before, that was because they knew that the police didn't dare to do anything to them.

But Rong Ziyin's gang is different. They are from the capital, and I heard that they are all very reckless!

Sure enough, as soon as the village chief softened his attitude a little, Rong Ziyin took out the "Public Security Regulations" and started to scare him.

"Uncle! You see, you are my financial sponsor. Now that the business is successful, we are also friends. Let me tell you something from my heart. It's not okay to block the entrance to the village like this!"

The village chief became excited when mentioning the village. "Why not? This is our own land!"

"Don't talk nonsense. In a communist society, the land belongs to the country."

"But our names are written on the deed."

"So what? You are not Chinese? Don't you also belong to the country?"

"Well, that's true."

"Right!" Rong Ziyin continued to fool the village chief, "So you can't gather together and make trouble! This is illegal!"

"What?"

"It's illegal! The laws and regulations clearly state that gathering to make trouble will result in imprisonment. And the sentencing depends on the severity of the circumstances. If you block the entrance to the village like this and prevent people from entering, the police from the provincial capital can come and arrest you all." "There are

so many of us, and they can arrest us?"

"Of course! If you insist on gathering to cause trouble and refuse to change, you can be arrested! We will arrest as many as you can. We will release you after you have been educated."

"!!!" The village chief widened his eyes, thinking that Rong Ziyin was simply talking nonsense.

But Rong Ziyin took out his mobile phone and quickly checked several people who gathered to cause trouble in recent years. Among them, there was a group that was directly defined as a cult and sentenced to heavy penalties.

The village chief is an honest farmer, and his ancestors have been in the village for generations. At first glance, he was also shocked.

When Rong Ziyin said these words later, his voice was quite loud, and the villagers behind him could hear it very clearly, and they immediately felt a lot of fear in their hearts.

Ordinary people are afraid of officials, and unless they are really forced to that extent, no one wants to go up and be a sacrifice.

As a result, a vigorous confrontation was resolved in Rong Ziyin's successful micro-business transaction.

The few policemen in the town felt a little like they were in a dream when they saw Rong Ziyin and the village chief walking into the village arm in arm.

As for the remaining villagers, they no longer dared to raise their hoes towards them. They all followed obediently.

As for Rong Ziyin and his group, the newcomers looked at Rong Ziyin with eyes filled with admiration.

Speaking from the heart, their team leader is really reliable! Even such difficult ideological problems can be sorted out quickly.

However, Luo Xia couldn't help but sigh that they were too young, but it didn't matter. In a few days, they would be able to taste what kind of person Rong Ziyin was, no, what kind of dog he was!

Perhaps it was because they were too biased, the situation in the village was far more serious than what Rong Ziyin and his friends had experienced.

All the livestock that could be seen were extremely thin, especially the sick chickens, many of which were struggling to even stand up.

"What is this..." Rorschach frowned and subconsciously took a step back.

Rong Ziyin quickly took out his medical gloves and put them on, then went directly into the chicken coop and grabbed a sick chicken out.

A six-month-old rooster was at its most restless. If it was a healthy chicken, it would have flapped its wings and called out if Rong Ziyin had lifted it like that.

However, not only did this one not call out, but even its eyes became scattered. Rong Ziyin held the chicken upside down and shook it. The corners of the chicken's mouth actually shed saliva that was close to dark brown, and it also emitted a strong stench.

Rorschach's face suddenly turned ugly, and the researchers following him also saw what disease it was.

"Newcastle disease." Rong Ziyin sighed and handed the chicken to Rorschach for them to review.

Rorschach and the others made the same judgment after looking at it.

The village chief had been accompanying him. Seeing that Rong Ziyin could tell what disease it was at a glance, he became much more enthusiastic in his heart. "Um, leader, can our chicken be cured?"

This question made Rorschach's heart tremble, and he subconsciously shook his head at Rong Ziyin, as if he wanted him to stop talking.

On the way into the village, the village chief also explained to them why he had previously blocked people from entering. To put it bluntly, it was because of the chickens.

This village is not a breeding base in the traditional sense, but these chickens are the biggest guarantee for the villagers to survive smoothly in the coming year.

The village is mainly forested, with few farmlands. Fortunately, the previous village official sent to support them had insight and suggested that they try raising chickens in the forest and found a sales channel, which allowed the village to successfully build a road.

Unexpectedly, within two years, the chickens suddenly became sick. When the village chief first sent a letter for help, he hoped that people from the city could help heal the chickens, but the reply he received clearly stated that infectious diseases should be burned on the spot.

"How can we bear to do that! We feed the free-range chickens ourselves! How can we find so much food in the forest?"

"If we really burn them, all our hard work this year will be gone. Without the key chickens, how will we eat next year?"

Rong Ziyin and other researchers can relate to the village chief's words. Rorschach hinted to Rong Ziyin just now in the hope that he could tell everyone the results later.

But even so, Rong Ziyin still told the truth.

"It's Newcastle disease, that is, chicken plague."

"Then how to treat it?"

"There is no good way, we can only burn it on the spot." Rong Ziyin's face was rarely without a smile. But the village chief and the villagers around him were about to collapse.

"So many chickens, are they all going to be burned?"

"Yes, all the sick ones must be burned."

"Not a single one will be left?"

"Yes, not a single one will be left."

"..." As if he was stunned, the village chief did not react for a while, but the people around him who reacted burst into tears first.

"No! No! This is my family's life! If you want to burn it, burn me too!"

"Yes, it can definitely be cured, it's all because of you, a quack, you're talking nonsense!"

The sad atmosphere finally reached its peak, and those extremely disappointed villagers urgently needed an emotional breakthrough. In the end, they reached out to Rong Ziyin instead of the village chief.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get the quack out!"

After all, they were still afraid of the crime of gathering to cause trouble that Rong Ziyin had mentioned before, so they did not dare to really make trouble. Instead, they used their hands to push Rong Ziyin and his group out of the village.

Standing on the small road, looking at the village entrance that was blocked again, Luo Xia was almost amused by these unruly people.

But then he thought, what can they do? The animals they depend on for survival are seriously ill, and there is no food for next year. These people are poor and scared. As soon as they had a little hope, it was taken back. If it were them, they would probably have collapsed.

"Hey, why is it Newcastle disease!" Someone couldn't help but sigh, but it seemed to sigh into everyone's heart.

Rong Ziyin finally spoke after a while, "So this is why I want to start the project."

"Newcastle disease, duck tuberculosis, there are too many diseases that are not recommended for treatment or cannot be treated. For veterinarians, it is just an ordinary case. Although the state can provide subsidies for seedlings, in the final analysis, the effort and food are really lost."

"The most important thing is time. Although the growth period of poultry is very short, just a few short months is enough to make a family go bankrupt."

"Yes!" Rorschach and Rong Ziyin had been to several other epidemic villages before, so they could empathize even more.

But now, their empathy is actually not important. What is important is how to convince the villagers to deal with the sick chickens immediately.

Otherwise, they won't be able to continue raising chickens in the village.

Because Newcastle disease is different from other viruses, this virus is afraid of high temperatures, but can survive for a very long time at low temperatures. Some frozen chickens can still survive even after being frozen for two years.

What's more troublesome is that the Newcastle disease virus can attach to other poultry, but it will not cause disease, but just survive.

So if it cannot be quickly processed and disinfected, and the virus is allowed to remain for a long time, the chickens raised in the village may be infected and cause huge losses.

Rorschach was very worried. Rong Ziyin was quite calm.

Rorschach could not help but ask him, "Rong! Aren't you in a hurry?"

Rong Ziyin glanced at him and said, "It's okay, I have a way."

Rorschach subconsciously felt that Rong Ziyin's solution might not be a good one.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Rong Ziyin asked Lao Wu to take out a huge speaker from his suitcase, as well as a speaker for auntie square dance.

Then he used the recording function of the speaker to record the popular science of Newcastle disease.

"Wait, Rong! Calm down!" Rorschach thought of a possibility in his mind and subconsciously wanted to stop Rong Ziyin.

However, Rong Ziyin was quick and Rorschach had no time.

So, three seconds later, all the villagers in the village suddenly heard a loud noise, followed by the soundtrack that the post-60s generation was most familiar with. "

Tick-tick , tick ...