From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 68: An incident caused by a chicken

In a hurry, Jiang Yao wove a very simple dream. There wasn't much in it, just a ferocious tiger.

"The mark is broken? What happened? Is the chicken dead?"

He quickly removed the trickery and walked a few steps to the rooster lying on the ground.

After squatting on the ground and checking for a long time and making sure that the chicken was really dead, Jiang Yao had a strange look on his face and wanted to curse in his heart.

"Hey, what's going on? Isn't this my chicken?"

"When I was feeding it just now, the chicken was still alive and kicking. How come it died all of a sudden?"

"Jiang Yao, tell me the truth, did you beat him to death?"

A middle-aged woman in her fifties walked up to Jiang Yao. She had a gloomy face and stared at Jiang Yao, questioning him.

This woman's name is Aunt Zhao, and she is extremely aggressive.

The group of chickens raised at home often run around in other people's vegetable gardens. It's okay for them to peck at other people's vegetables, but no one can say anything about it.

Just a few days ago, when her chickens ran into Aunt Zhang's vegetable garden and destroyed the vegetables, Aunt Zhang beat them severely with a stick.

It just so happened that this scene was seen by Aunt Zhao. The woman stood outside Aunt Zhang's house and scolded for more than an hour.

"Aunt Zhao, I didn't hit your chickens, please don't accuse me wrongly."

"I just happened to see this chicken lying in front of my house, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity." Jiang Yao explained, looking up and making eye contact with Aunt Zhao.

But after thinking about it, he felt that this matter was indeed related to him, so he added: "It just so happens that I want to buy a chicken to eat these two days. In the market, a chicken as big as yours should be able to sell for more than ten yuan. I'll give you fifteen yuan, and you can sell me this dead chicken!"

To be honest, Aunt Zhao doesn't have a very good relationship with their family.

Especially in the few years after Jiang Yao's father died, perhaps because they felt that an orphan and a widow were easier to bully, Aunt Zhao and Yuan Xiuhua had fought several times over trivial matters.

Although he did not admit that he killed the chicken, Jiang Yao was willing to pay the price of a live chicken to buy Aunt Zhao's dead chicken, which was already very good.

"You little bastard, now the fox has revealed its tail!"

"If you didn't kill the chicken, would you spend money to buy my dead chicken?"

"Your father died early, and your mother had no time to take care of you. You must have done a lot of sneaky things on weekdays. Fortunately, I came here early. If I had come a little later, you would have taken my chicken back and stewed it in a pot!"

"You killed my chicken and you want to buy it back for such a small amount of money. You are dreaming. Let me tell you, if you don't compensate me fifty dollars, I will never forgive your family."

Staring at Jiang Yao, Aunt Zhao continued speaking in a sarcastic tone.

In fact, when the big rooster suddenly fell to the ground, she was standing not far away and happened to see this scene.

If not, she wouldn't have come so soon.

As for Jiang Yao, who arrived at the dead chicken before her, he naturally became the best person to take the blame in her eyes.

When she heard that Jiang Yao was willing to spend money to buy a chicken, her eyes lit up. If she didn't seize this opportunity to blackmail Jiang Yao, she would not be Aunt Zhao.

Jiang Yao, who originally felt a little guilty, became gloomy instantly when he saw Aunt Zhao's appearance.

Looking directly at Aunt Zhao in front of him, he sneered: "Aunt Zhao, if you say that, then it's meaningless."

"I bought your dead chicken with good intentions, and it's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you're trying to blackmail me."

"I have money, but don't even think about getting a penny from me. As for this dead chicken, you can keep it for yourself!"

……

While speaking, Jiang Yao took out the few dozen dollars left in his pocket and shook them in his hands.

With Aunt Zhao's hot temper, how could she be scared by Jiang Yao?

Without saying anything, she sat down on the ground, yelling at Jiang Yao to pay her back, and she started howling, "Oh my chicken!" "Aunt Zhao, your chicken was walking by itself and suddenly fell to the ground. I saw it from a distance. Don't put the blame on Xiaoyao."

"There are no fallen chicken feathers around, and the chicken doesn't look like it was beaten to death. In my opinion, the chicken must have been infected with some disease!"

"Some people do too many immoral things, and it's not uncommon for the chickens they raise to suddenly collapse and die!"

……

The area where Jiang Yao lives is densely populated, with houses built next to each other.

At the slightest sign of trouble, a lot of people will come here to watch the fun.

Aunt Zhao and Jiang Yaocai had just had a brief argument when several aunties and grandmas gathered around.

Aunt Zhao is a very aggressive person who will take advantage of any opportunity, so naturally she is not very popular. The aunties and grandmas who are watching are all talking to each other, and most of them are on Jiang Yao's side.

"Nonsense, my chickens are fine, how could they suddenly get sick and die?"

"Besides, the other chickens are all fine, only this one has a problem. If it really is sick, how could it be like this!"

"I have raised this big rooster for half a year and have developed feelings for it. I don't care whether Jiang Yao beat my chicken or not. Anyway, this chicken died in front of his house. If he doesn't compensate me 50 yuan, his family will never have peace!"

Unable to convince others with reason, Aunt Zhao kept making a fuss. No matter whether Jiang Yao killed the chicken or not, she was determined to blame Jiang Yao.

"Aunt Zhao, I heard that there seems to be some kind of chicken plague spreading recently."

"If one chicken has the disease, the other chickens are likely to be infected."

"I'll give you a piece of advice. Instead of blackmailing me, you should take good care of your chickens. Otherwise, if your chickens get infected and suddenly die, the loss will definitely be much greater than it is now."

Taking out a cigarette, Jiang Yao lit it for himself, then spoke slowly.

The guilt he had felt before had long since vanished, and he no longer wanted to spend a penny on anything.

"Chicken plague or something, it has nothing to do with me."

"Don't talk nonsense, Jiang Yao. If you don't pay me, I won't go anywhere today. I will sit in front of your house and curse you all day long."

"Wait until tonight, when your mother Yuan Xiuhua comes back, I'll ask her for it. If she doesn't give it to me, I'll continue to scold her!"

……

It's impossible to reason with a woman like Aunt Zhao.

While yelling, she actually rolled over on the ground where she was originally sitting.

"Aunt Zhao, there are a group of chickens over there. If I'm not mistaken, they seem to be yours too!"

Several middle-aged women who were watching the scene had a look of contempt and disdain on their faces, and they gathered together and whispered to each other.

Although they looked down on Aunt Zhao who was making a fuss and rolling on the ground, they would not do anything to her!
After all, this is a matter between Aunt Zhao and Jiang Yao's family. As bystanders, it is already very good for them to say a few fair words on behalf of Jiang Yao.

At this moment, Aunt Li, one of the aunts and grandmas, pointed to a place not far away with a strange look on her face and suddenly spoke.

Many people looked in the direction of her finger.

There were more than a dozen chickens in Aunt Zhao's house. After the big rooster died, the remaining chickens walked leisurely to the door of another house more than ten meters away.

At this moment, every few steps this group of chickens took, one would suddenly fall to the ground and become unable to get up.

When everyone looked over, there were already three chickens lying on the ground.

"Oh my god, my chicken..."

With a scream, Aunt Zhao, who had been rolling on the ground and throwing a tantrum, howled as if her father had died, then stood up and ran towards the direction of the chickens.

(End of this chapter)