Chapter 15 I'm afraid the chicken will catch a cold
"It's not easy. Finally, we have another chance!"
After half a month, looking at the empty house, Feng Qingan couldn't help but feel tears filling his eyes. As long as his parents were at home, he would never find an opportunity to attack the chickens and ducks.
But fortunately, their stalls are getting bigger and bigger now, so they only need to wait patiently for a while to wait for the opportunity.
"It was a chicken last time, let's choose a duck this time, and we must distribute it fairly!"
Feng Qing'an rubbed his hands and jumped into the duck pen. Soon, amid the quacking sounds of the ducks, he grabbed a big duck by its neck and lifted it out.
"This time it shouldn't be as tragic as last time!"
Although he carefully summarized the experience and lessons learned from the last failure, Feng Qingan still did not have much hope for success. He was already prepared for another failure and the result. He had cleaned all the pots and pans in the kitchen.
Even the firewood was stuffed into the stove and piled up.
Woof! Woof!
The little Heizi, who has grown a lot in size, is spinning around Feng Qing'an's feet, and the little tail on his butt is wagging very happily. He knows that today is another day for him to enjoy food with his little master, and he can't eat meat.
Yes, but even the bones can be chewed by it.
"Go, find a corner and hide. Don't be scared like last time. It's embarrassing!"
Feng Qing'an lifted the struggling duck and pressed it into the wooden basin prepared in advance. He held his breath and concentrated, once again attracted the spirit, and poured the spiritual energy into the duck in his hand with ease.
This time, he also tried to penetrate the soul power into the duck's body, trying to guide the spiritual energy to integrate 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 Qingan has made great progress. Even before the duck expanded and exploded, he had already opened his eyes and pressed the prepared pot lid on the wooden basin in advance.
After a powerful impact came from underneath, the bloody lid was opened very calmly.
“Let’s make a pot of duck soup tonight!”
Under the setting sun, the dim sunlight slanted into the Feng family's house. This was supposed to be an extremely harmonious scene, but unfortunately it was ruined by an angry voice.
"Feng Qing'an, you've harmed my mother's chickens again!"
"No, I'm making duck soup this time. Mom, try the taste. It should be a lot better than last time. I didn't add much salt."
"Didn't I tell you not to enter the kitchen? Why did you come again?"
Mrs. Yin was a little impatient. It was not a festival, but chickens and ducks were killed at every turn. Who could bear this?
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Aren't you willing to give in? Then you will harm the duck I have worked so hard to raise. You wasteful thing that doesn't make people worry about you, stand aside for me!"
"Wait, don't hit, it hurts! Mom! I was wrong!"
"Wrong? If you're wrong, just kneel down and don't get up until I tell you to eat."
"oh!"
Feng Qingan accepted the punishment honestly, but there was another thought behind his obedient and docile face.
"Dare to do it next time!"
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Three days later, she had to go out, but Mrs. Yin, who was thinking about the chickens and ducks at home, came back early, and then,
"Feng Qing'an!"
As we all know, when a biological mother shouts her name with all her strength, don't hesitate, just let go and run with all your strength. This can often avoid some disasters.
"Mom, I know I was wrong! Stop chasing me!"
On the country road, Feng Qingan was running with all his strength on his short legs. Every time he turned around, he could see Yin holding a broom and looking like a tiger or wolf, always hanging behind him.
"You loser, stop here!"
"If you don't chase me, I won't run away!"
Feng Qingan shouted loudly. Although he knew that the beating was not unfair, it did hurt when the broom fell on him, so he still followed the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages and ran first.
"Qing'an mother, what's going on? What did that kid do? To make you so angry?"
I was basking in the sun in my yard. The old man looked at the boy running in front of the door, and then asked with a smile to Mrs. Yin who was chasing after him with a broom.
This is really rare. It is a common thing in the village for adults to chase and beat naughty children.
However, the two boys of the Feng family are both famous for being well-behaved and docile. They don't know how to make adults worry more. They have always been regarded as role models and standard children from other families. But today, he saw this little troublesome boy.
His mother was so angry that she chased and beat her all the way. How could you not take a look and ask?
"This bastard took advantage of me to go out and killed another chicken of mine!"
Yin, who was tired from chasing, slowed down and replied angrily.
"Qing'an mother, your eldest son has already won the first prize, your family is already rich, are you still short of chickens and ducks?"
The old man was a little puzzled. If the children of the poor families in the village were killing chickens and ducks randomly, it would be understandable for the adults to chase them and beat them. But for this family, the farmland at home is a few hundred acres long, just for chickens and ducks.
What's the big deal?
"But this bastard kills me a chicken and a duck every now and then, and he talks about honing his cooking skills?"
Mrs. Yin said bitterly, is it easy to raise so many chickens and ducks? They are being treated so badly.
"Hone your cooking skills? You should fight!"
When the old man heard this, he nodded in agreement. How could the younger brother of the No. 1 scholar get involved in cooking? He should study hard, obtain fame, and honor his ancestors.
Shilifengjiagang has a champion, and they, fellow villagers, have benefited a lot from it.
Not to mention anything else, a marriage between his eldest grandson and a neighboring village could not be discussed at first. However, as soon as he heard that a champion was born in their village, the marriage was decided immediately because it was widely spread in their village.
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"Qing'an, mother, hurry up and chase him! We must make him change his ways!"
"You take your time and bask in the sun, I'm going to catch that kid!"
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"Feng Qing'an, why is there one missing chicken in the chicken coop?"
"Here it is!"
Feng Qing'an proudly showed Mr. Yin the big white chicken that had not even a hair left on it but was completely intact.
After killing more than a dozen chickens and ducks, he was finally able to ensure that they would not explode. Although there was still no way to keep these chickens and ducks alive, it was already a huge improvement compared to the beginning.
"You killed my chicken again!"
Mrs. Yin looked at her prodigal son with an expressionless face. After two months, she only felt mentally and physically exhausted. She couldn't understand why the chickens and ducks she raised could offend this boy and persist in doing so.
"Ah, no, mother, please listen to my explanation. This chicken flew out on its own. I chased it all the way to the pond next to Goudan's house, and then I caught it back!"
"Then how did this chicken become like this?"
"The chicken fell into the water. I was afraid that the chicken would catch cold, so I plucked all its feathers and put it in hot water to warm it later."