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214. Trouble

"I see that other people in the village are eager to sell the chickens to make money, saying that there will be too many chickens in the future, and the price will drop sharply."

After listening to Chen Youcai's words, Chen Laohai hesitated a little, and immediately expressed his doubts to Chen Youcai.

In fact, how these colorful chickens and ducks mutated, there is also a lot of discussion in the village, and there are all kinds of opinions.

Some people say that because of the unique geographical conditions of Chenjia Village, colorful chickens and ducks can be bred.

Otherwise, why are there no other villages?

Some people also suspect that this is an infectious disease of poultry, and its source is very likely to be the big colorful rooster of Chen Youcai's family.

Of course, more people firmly believe that this is a windfall bestowed by God.

It is estimated that Chenjiacun has been poor for so many years, and even the God of Wealth can't stand it anymore, so he made a move to help Chenjiacun turn over and become rich...

In a word, selling chickens for money is the top priority!

Therefore, in the past few days, many of the colorful chickens and ducks in Chenjia Village have been sold one after another.

Some stinky and shameless people even planned to dye ordinary chickens and ducks in colorful colors in an attempt to pretend... Naturally, they couldn't fool them.

As for the old hen in Chen Laohai's house, it is one of the few colorful chickens in the village that has not been sold. First of all, it is heavy. According to [-] yuan per catty, this chicken would have to be sold for several thousand.

Secondly, Chen Laohai was also a bit reluctant to sell it, after all, after raising it for several years, the dolls rely on the eggs laid by this old hen to supplement their health.

On the contrary, someone came to ask Chen Laohai. After he hesitated, he still refused.

"You are talented, how did you say that these colorful chickens and ducks in our village came from?"

The two were squatting by the chicken coop, watching the hen leading a few fluffy chicks and picking up bugs in the yard, Chen Laohai couldn't help but wondered.

"I can't tell, but it's not a bad thing. Everyone has made some money."

Chen Youcai smiled, got up and clapped his hands, ready to say goodbye and leave: "Old Uncle Hai, if you are willing to trust me, keep the old hen and don't sell it for money."

"Okay, uncle will listen to you."

Chen Laohai nodded, stood up as well, then signaled Chen Youcai to wait for a while, and then dived into the pigsty.

"Old Uncle Hai, what are you doing... My pigsty has been demolished for many years. If you give it to me, I have no place to raise it."

After a while, Chen Youcai looked at the little piglet in Chen Laohai's hands, and he was stunned.

"It's been agreed before, if you breed my old sow, I'll give you a piglet. It's been more than a month now, just weaned, and it's very easy to feed."

Chen Laohai said cheerfully, then found a straw rope, tied up the piglet, and forced it to Chen Youcai.

"..."

Chen Youcai's face turned green when he heard that, and he helped Chen Laohai's old sow to breed, relying on the powerful spray and the breeding pig.

But when Chen Laohai said it, it seemed as if Chen Youcai had "goed into battle in person"...

"If you are told to take it, you can take it. Now that the price of pigs has dropped, it is not worth a lot of money."

Chen Laohai's face darkened, as if he was a little angry, Chen Youcai smiled wryly, and had no choice but to reach out and hug the little piggy.

This little thing is only one foot long, clean, white and fat, and it still smells like milk.

He probably just woke up, and at this moment he was still drooping his eyes in a daze, hugging Chen Youcai's arms, but he didn't struggle much.

Returning to his small courtyard with the little piggy in his arms, Chen Youcai looked left and right, but scratched his head and tied it to the brick pile first.

With a whoosh, seeing a new neighbor coming, the big colorful rooster flew down from the persimmon tree in the middle of the yard, then tiptoed up, trotted over, and clucked non-stop at Chen Youcai's feet.

"Don't bully it."

Chen Youcai glanced at the rotten red persimmons on the tree, gritted his teeth, and held back his breath.

"Clack, cluck, cluck!"

The big colorful rooster rolled a pair of small eyes, and glared at the little piggy. The latter seemed to have sensed the crisis, and kept shrinking into the corner of the pile of bricks and tiles.

"It's so messy... I raised chickens and fish, and now I have a pig..."

Looking at the big rooster with fluttering wings and constantly demonstrating against the poor little piggy, the corners of Chen Youcai's mouth twitched, making him speechless.

I went to the kitchen to find half a bowl of leftovers, then found a plastic bag and spread it on the floor.

Unexpectedly, that little piggy didn't dare to move his mouth at all, instead he arched his head towards the big rooster rather dog-legged, as if signaling that the "chicken boss" should enjoy it first.

Under Chen Youcai's surprised gaze, the big rooster took a figure-sighted step, symbolically pecked at the white rice twice, and walked away arrogantly...

Good guy, I dare to take the little piggy as a younger brother... Chen Youcai was so angry that he kicked the big cock lightly, warning it not to be too domineering.

"Clack, cluck!"

The big rooster was quite dissatisfied, fluttering its wings and hopping away, then flew up to the treetops, as if it had become the patron saint of the whole small courtyard.

"Youcai, have you come back yet?"

Just when Chen Youcai was about to leave the small courtyard and go to the health center, an impatient voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard door, and then Chen Daqiang, who was sweating profusely, walked in quickly.

"Uncle Daqiang, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Youcai hurriedly went up to meet him, and asked wonderingly.

"Your dad was beaten up, even the fast food stall was smashed!"

Chen Daqiang grabbed Chen Youcai anxiously, dragged him and ran outside: "It's right there at the big locust tree, a lot of blood was shed!"

With a bang, Chen Youcai's mind went blank, and then his face changed abruptly. He withdrew his hand, and instead dragged Chen Daqiang forward.

"Uncle Daqiang, what's going on here? My dad and Aunt Xu have managed a fast food stall. Did someone cause trouble on purpose?"

After several deep breaths, Chen Youcai settled down, and asked calmly as he walked.

"I don't know too well. I just came back and heard the news. I ran over to find you right away."

Chen Daqiang grinned and withdrew his wrist, secretly surprised that Chen Youcai's hands were so strong that it hurt him even from pinching him.

"Talent, talent is here!"

After a while, the two came to the edge of the big pagoda tree in the village. From a distance, they could see a mass of black people's heads surrounding the field, and there were many tourists standing beside them, pointing and talking.

Chen Youcai's face darkened, and he quickly squeezed into the crowd, but fortunately, the villagers stepped aside when they saw him approaching.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Among the crowd, a simple fast food stall built with two door panels had been overturned.

Pots, pans, and pans were scattered on the ground, and many meals packed in fast food boxes were also scattered around, making the floor a mess.

Chen Dazhuang held his bleeding forehead, and stood aside with Aunt Xu who looked sad and angry, while several villagers who partnered in the fast food stall hid in the corner, not daring to come forward.

"I ruined my stomach, so what if I smashed your ruins? Hurry up and pay 5 yuan for medical expenses, or I will report to the police and arrest you!"

The young man with the gold chain held a purse between his arms and embraced a woman with a coquettish makeup, and was spitting at Chen Dazhuang.

"...You hit him?"

Chen Youcai glanced at his father, Chen Dazhuang, and walked up to the young man with a blank expression on his face.

"What are you, you dare to talk to Mr. Pi like this?"

A man in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard stepped forward, stopped Chen Youcai, and said coldly with a bad expression.

He was tall and tall, looking down at Chen Youcai who was a head shorter, full of oppressive deterrence.

"It seems that you moved your hand, right?"

Chen Youcai nodded, squinting at the man's arm: "Which hand did it?"

"Hehe, you poor countrymen, I can beat you whenever I want, you, you... ahhhhh!"

President Pi sneered, half of his body was hanging on the coquettish girl, his right leg was still shaking.

The next moment, a black shadow flickered in front of him, and before he had time to react, he felt a burning pain in his cheek.

Dead silence, dead silence.

The spicy smell rushed straight to the tip of his nose, President Pi subconsciously reached out to touch the numb right cheek, and then moved closer to his eyes for a look.

There are bright red blood on the fingertips!

"Damn it, Gangzi, hit me, hit me to death!!"

Mr. Pi screamed, and then roared hysterically.