Looking at the few old hens foraging for food in the yard, Jiang Wanwan's mind was filled with a series of ways to cook chicken.
Boiled chicken, wild mushroom and old hen soup, charcoal-grilled chicken, salt-baked chicken, soy sauce chicken, braised chicken...
Wow, just thinking about it makes her mouth water.
The old hen not far from Jiang Wanwan was clearly frightened by her blatant gaze. Its feathers stood on end instantly, its little eyes widened, and it stared at Jiang Wanwan warily, letting out a frightened cluck.
The other hens, who were pecking at the ground and foraging for food in the yard, heard their companion's frightened cries and felt Jiang Wanwan's burning gaze. All the hens' feathers stood on end, and they all stared at Jiang Wanwan with their bean-sized eyes, their eyes filled with fear.
Grandma Jiang and the others immediately turned their gazes to the hens, who became even more frightened.
Jiang He unconsciously licked his lips and nodded frantically, "Grandma, my sister is right, you should just kill our old hen."
"Anyway, keeping them is just a waste of food. We've been waiting for these old hens for years, and they haven't laid a single egg."
"Second brother is right. We have six or seven old hens, enough to feed us for several days." Jiang Xun had long wanted to stew these old hens that couldn't lay eggs, but Grandma Jiang always forbade it and even cursed him for being a reincarnation of a starving ghost.
“Grandma, the brothers are right. Stewing these old hens will save some grain,” Jiang Hu said, slurping his saliva as he nodded.
“Mother, Wanwan is right. We’ve been raising these old hens for three or four years, and they haven’t laid any eggs. It’s a waste of food,” Madam Lu added.
Old Jiang's family raised these hens so they could exchange the eggs for some money in town, but they never expected that they would raise them for three years.
Other families who raised the same hens as them laid batch after batch of eggs and sold basket after basket of them, but they had never seen a single egg.
Even so, Grandma Jiang and the others never thought of killing these old hens to eat, since hens are very important to ordinary people.
Now, after hearing Jiang Wanwan's words, the Jiang family finally had the idea of slaughtering the old hen.
"Cluck cluck?" The hens trembled, their feathers standing on end, and weakly clucked.
Then, they curled up their two paws and sat down on the spot.
"This, this clucking, this movement, could it be... that it's about to lay an egg?" Jiang Wanwan's eyes widened as she looked at the hens in surprise.
"I think so?" Old Mrs. Jiang stared blankly, replying somewhat uncertainly.
As soon as the words were spoken, the hens began to crow.
"Cluck cluck!"
"Cluck cluck!"
"Cluck cluck!"
...
The clucking of hens rose and fell, echoing throughout the yard and startling the men hiding inside the house.
"Old woman, old woman!" Old Jiang came running out of the east room, his face flushed with excitement.
He gasped for breath and exclaimed excitedly, "Could these hens be... about to lay eggs?!"
"Ah! An egg! It laid an egg!" Jiang Xun pointed to the egg under the hen's rear end and shouted excitedly.
"Grandma, Grandma, look! That hen over there has laid an egg too!"
"Mother, that one laid an egg too!"
"Brother, look at that hen under the tree, it's laid an egg too!"
"Hahaha, three years! Three years! These hens have finally laid eggs! Our bad luck has finally dissipated, and good luck is finally coming!"
Just as Jiang Xun was about to rush over to collect the eggs, he suddenly stopped. He pointed at one of the hens and cried out, "Ouch! Grandma, Mom, look!"
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