He was a man with broad shoulders. He was walking out at that time, so I only saw his back.
Maybe it's because I've been in a coma for a few days and my head is still not clear. I just felt that this person was familiar, but after thinking for a long time, I couldn't remember who he was.
I didn't think about it anymore. It happened that the owner of this B&B was killing chickens in the yard, so I walked over to watch the excitement for a while. I wanted to chat with him and find out about Taoist Meng.
The boss was an old man in his fifties. He spoke with a local accent that I couldn't quite understand. He saw me walking towards him and told me not to get too close, as he might cause me to bleed all over.
I said it was okay, then squatted in front of him and asked him: "Brother, are you raising this chicken at home?"
He nodded and said that the customers before us ordered it, saying they wanted fried chicken. Then he asked me while holding the chicken wings, what are you going to eat tonight? How about some chicken too?
Taste, these are our local chickens that have grown up eating bugs.
He also tried his best to speak Mandarin to me, and at least he could understand what he meant by half-listening and half-guessing. I told him to take a look and wait until the two of them came back.
Then I took a look at the chicken in his hand, wanting to see how the Lao Da chicken was different from the chicken we usually eat, but when I looked at it, I felt something was wrong, because this chicken was too honest and could not be eaten by others.
He didn't even struggle to grab the wings, and even the knife holder on his neck didn't move.
I was a little strange and asked him, Brother, are all the chickens here so cruel? They are not afraid even if the knife is placed on their necks, so they die heroically.
The boss frowned and said, "I'm surprised too. Usually these chickens are very happy. Every time I kill them, the yard is covered with feathers. Who knows what happened today."
As he spoke, he used a kitchen knife to cut the chicken's neck. While bleeding, he looked up and asked me: "Where did it come from, young man."
I said Northeast, but the boss said it's very cold in the Northeast. I heard that you have to wear a stick when peeing outside in winter. Is this true?
I was all amused, and I said how could it be so evil? It’s not that cold in the Northeast. Besides, if a man can stand up and hit with a stick when he goes out to pee, what should a woman do? She can’t hit even if she squats down.
Then the two of us squatted there and had fun, and the boss said that the Northeast is a good place. No matter how big the disaster is, you will never be hungry. It’s not like us who can’t get food. We were hungry when we encountered disasters in the past few decades.
It's always green, but life is much better now and I can't be hungry anymore.
I was a little surprised by what he said. In fact, if I think about it carefully, this kind of isolated rural life is quite good. I can do some small business by myself. Not to mention getting rich, at least I have enough food and clothing. I really don’t have much pursuit.
, I feel like it would be nice to live like this for the rest of my life.
While we were chatting, the blood of the chicken was almost drained, so the boss threw the chicken into the middle of the yard, stood up and muttered, "It's okay. When the chicken is out of the pot, I'll call you. I'll give you two pieces."
Have a taste.
I said that was so embarrassing, and besides, wasn’t this what someone ordered? The boss said it’s fine if it’s two yuan less. The chicken is already big, and a chicken only costs 30 yuan. Why should I choose if it’s so cheap?
I smiled and said yes, thank you then. By the way, brother, are there any doctors in your village?
"see a doctor?"
The boss was stunned for a moment and told me that for medical treatment, I had to go to the hospital. In our small village, there were no local doctors or anything like that. If I caught a cold and wanted an injection, I had to go to the countryside.
I shook my head and said it's not that kind of disease. What should I say? It's just treating people with weak diseases. This kind of people are called Ma Xian in our Northeast, but I don't know what they are called here.
The boss said, I understand, yours is Mr. Hu San, ours is Grandma Taishan, like you said, those who treat people, ours is called Xiangtou, what's wrong, young man, are you here to see a doctor?
If you want to see a doctor, go to Meng Laizi. He is more accurate than those incense-headed doctors!
Give me a moment, Meng Laizi? Could it be that he is talking about that Taoist Meng?
I asked the boss, is the lame Meng you are talking about a Taoist priest? The boss said yes, yes, how do you know he is a Taoist priest? He wears a rough preacher's robe with holes all day long, and is always lame on one leg. He is confused all day long.
Nao Nao always comes to our village to eat and drink, but he is really capable. He helps the children in the village see doctors and prays for the villagers, so these people are willing to give him food.
The boss also said that Meng Laizi is not easy to find. He lives in the mountains. He seems to be in the area where he sells food. If you are in a hurry, go look for him. If you are not in a hurry, just stay in the village for a few days. Calculate the days and you will be able to find him again.
He should come down the mountain in half a month.
Hearing what the boss said, I felt that this must be Taoist Meng, but the boss said that he wore rags and was lame, and he always had food with the villagers. This image was far from what I thought.
ah.
I thought that since Yingying asked me to come to him, he should be a Taoist priest with special abilities, but why does this kind of person have this image?
Originally, I wanted to ask the boss how to get to the food stall, but at this moment something strange happened.
Just now I saw with my own eyes that the chicken was thrown out by the boss after it died, but I don't know why, the chicken that had been drained of blood suddenly screamed a few times, and the sound was like someone pinching it.
As if holding his neck, he screamed, and blood sprayed out from the knife edge on his neck.
Both of us were dumbfounded. This wasn't the end of it. After a few crows, the chicken stood up with a flutter, faced us, and stared at me with a pair of eyes that seemed human.
Look at both.
I have seen chickens being killed, but I have never seen such an evil scene. I just watched the chicken stare at us for a few seconds, then suddenly fluttered its wings and pounced towards us!
I was numb at the time, and my first reaction was that this chicken was definitely possessed!
But my reaction was pretty quick. I ducked aside the moment it pounced on me. But the boss next to me was not so lucky. The chicken didn’t see me pounce and immediately turned around, flapping its wings and heading straight for the boss.
He rushed towards the door, dug his claws into his shoulders, and pecked his face hard.
I don’t know what it feels like to be pecked by a chicken, but the boss screamed when he was pecked. Not to mention the chicken’s beak was extremely sharp. It seemed like it was not tired. It used all its strength and even seemed to want to
Kill the boss.
Hearing the commotion outside, the proprietress who had been busy in the kitchen also came out. She was waving a kitchen knife and scolding the chicken, but the chicken was already dead at that time and it was not afraid at all.
Moreover, the boss instinctively ran around the yard because of the pain. She couldn't find the right angle and couldn't cut with the knife.
At that time, the wife of the boss was so anxious that she was crying, seeing that the boss's eyes were about to be pecked out. At this time, I suddenly remembered the pendant in my arms.
Also with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse, I gritted my teeth, took out the jade pendant, held it in my hand, and punched the possessed chicken directly.