Chapter 15 I'm Afraid the Chicken Will Catch a Cold
"It's not easy, I finally got another chance!"
Half a month later, looking at the empty house, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes. If one of his parents was at home, he would never have found the opportunity to kill the chickens and ducks.
But fortunately, their business is getting bigger and bigger now, so you just need to wait patiently for a while and you will get the opportunity.
"Last time it was a chicken, this time let's choose a duck, it must be a fair distribution!"
Feng Qing'an rubbed his hands and jumped into the duck pen. Soon, amid the quacking of ducks, he grabbed the neck of a big duck and pulled it out.
"This time it won't be as bad as last time!"
Although he had carefully summed up the experience and lessons of his last failure, Feng Qing'an still did not hold out too much hope for success. He was mentally prepared for another failure and the result. He had washed the pots and pans in the kitchen, and even piled up the firewood in the stove.
Woof! Woof!
Little Heizi, who had grown a lot bigger, was circling around Feng Qing'an's feet, with the little tail on his butt wagging happily. He knew that today was another day for him to enjoy good food with his little master. Although he couldn't eat the meat, he could still chew on the bones.
"Go, find a corner and hide. Don't get scared like last time. It's embarrassing!"
Feng Qing'an picked up the struggling duck and pressed it into the wooden basin that he had prepared in advance. He held his breath, concentrated his mind, and summoned the spiritual energy again, and infused it into the duck in his hand with ease.
This time, he also tried to probe his soul power into the duck's body, trying to guide the spiritual energy into the duck's flesh and blood. Unfortunately, this step was still too unfamiliar to him, so
boom!
However, compared to the last time, Feng Qing'an had made great progress. He had even opened his eyes before the duck swelled and exploded. He had pressed the prepared pot lid on the wooden basin in advance, and after feeling a powerful impact under his hand, he calmly lifted the bloody lid.
"Let's make a pot of duck soup tonight!"
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the dim sunlight slanted into the Feng family's courtyard. This should have been an extremely harmonious scene, but it was unfortunately ruined by an angry voice.
"Feng Qing'an, you are harming my chickens again!"
"No, I made duck soup this time. Mom, try it. It should be much better than last time. I didn't put much salt."
"Didn't I tell you not to go into the kitchen? Why are you here again?"
Yin was a little angry. It wasn't a festival, but they killed chickens and ducks for no reason. Who could stand it?
"I can not be reconciled!"
"You're not willing to give up? Then you ruin the ducks that I worked so hard to raise. You're such a troublesome spendthrift. Stand still!"
"Wait, stop hitting me, it hurts! Mom! I was wrong!"
"Wrong? If you're wrong, then kneel down obediently. I tell you not to get up before dinner."
"oh!"
Feng Qingan accepted the punishment obediently, but beneath his well-behaved and docile face he had another thought.
"I'll dare you next time!"
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Three days later, Yin had to go out, but she came back early because she was worried about the chickens and ducks at home. Then,
"Feng Qing'an!"
As we all know, when the biological mother is shouting out her child's name at the top of her lungs, don't hesitate, just run as fast as you can, which can often avoid some disasters.
"Mom, I know I was wrong! Stop chasing me!"
On the country path, Feng Qing'an ran as fast as he could with his short legs. Every time he turned his head, he could see Yin, who was holding a broom and following behind him with the momentum of a tiger or wolf.
"Stop right there, you loser!"
"If you don't chase me, I won't run away!"
Feng Qing'an yelled loudly. Although he knew that he did not deserve the beating, it did hurt when the broom hit him, so he still followed his instinct to seek profit and avoid harm and ran away first.
"Qing'an's mother, what happened? What did that kid do to make you so angry?"
The old man who was basking in the sun in his yard looked at the boy running past the door, then asked with a smile to Yin who was chasing him with a broom.
This is really rare. It is very common in the village for adults to chase and beat naughty children.
However, the two boys of the Feng family are well-known for being well-behaved and docile. They make the adults worry-free. They have always been the role models and standard children of other people's families in the eyes of adults. But today, he saw that the little one made his mother angry and chased and beat him all the way. How could he not take a look and ask about it.
"This bastard took advantage of me being out and killed another chicken of mine!"
Tired of chasing, Yin slowed down his pace and answered angrily.
"Qing'an's mother, your son Dalang has already won the first place in the imperial examination, and your family is already rich, do you still need chickens and ducks?"
The old man was a little puzzled. If the children of a poor family in the village killed chickens and ducks at will, it would be understandable that the adults would chase and beat them. But this family had at least several hundred acres of land. It was just chickens and ducks. What was the big deal?
"But this bastard slaughters my chicken and duck every now and then, and says he's honing his cooking skills?"
Yin said angrily, "Is it easy to raise so many chickens and ducks? They were wasted like this."
"Practice cooking? You deserve a beating!"
When the old man heard this, he nodded in agreement. How could the brother of the top scholar get involved in the kitchen? He should just study hard, pass the imperial examinations, and bring honor to the family.
Shili Fengjiagang produced a top scholar, and all the fellow villagers in the village benefited a lot from it.
Not to mention anything else, his eldest grandson's marriage with a woman from the neighboring village was originally not going through, but when they heard that their village had produced a top scholar, the marriage was immediately settled because it was said that their village had a literary reputation.
"Qing'an's mother, hurry up and chase him! You have to make him turn over a new leaf!"
"Take your time to bask in the sun, I'm going to catch that kid!"
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"Feng Qing'an, why is there one less chicken in the chicken coop?"
“Here it is!”
Feng Qingan proudly showed Yin the big white chicken in his hand, which was completely intact without any hair on it.
After killing dozens of chickens and ducks, he was finally able to ensure that they would not explode. Although he still could not keep the chickens and ducks alive, it was a leap forward compared to the beginning.
"You killed my chicken again!"
Yin looked at her prodigal son expressionlessly. After two months , she felt exhausted. She couldn't understand why the chickens and ducks she raised had offended this boy so persistently.
"Ah, no, mother, listen to my explanation. The chicken flew away on its own. I chased it all the way to the pond near Goudan's house and then caught it back!"
"Then how did this chicken become like this?"
"The chicken fell into the water. I was afraid it would catch a cold, so I plucked all its feathers. I will put it in hot water to warm it up later."
"Well, just stand there and don't move!"
