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Chapter 4

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    "Dou Dou, eat the chicken heart too. Eat the chicken heart for a long memory." Ren Pingping added vegetables to the red bean as soon as it was served.

    "Mom, I have a good memory." Hongdou picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, mouth full of oil, "You don't need to eat the chicken heart, just eat the chicken leg."

    "You and your father have one chicken leg, and you have to eat the chicken heart." Ren Pingping took a chicken leg for Song Ziwen who was drinking chicken soup, "It's better for children to have a longer memory."

    "I have the best memory and the smartest. The last time we went out to play, Winter Melon hid all the fruits we picked together, and I found a way to find it." Winter Melon is a little friend of Red Bean, a short and fat  The boy's name is Song Dongsheng, and Winter Melon is his nickname.

    "Doudou will only be able to go to the mountains with us in the future. Can't you and the children find out?" Song Ziwen educated while giving the chicken legs in his bowl to his wife's bowl.

    "Well," Hongdou took a bite of the chicken leg, pretending not to see the love show of his parents, "why didn't daddy ask me how I found it?"

    "May I ask where the winter melon is?" Song Ziwen thought for a while.

    "That's not true. The winter melon didn't tell us. I lied to them that there was a fruit I picked back just now and gave it to my dad. The palms of people who touched the medicine would turn black. Everyone dared to let me check the palms.  Only winter melon dare not." The red bean stinky put it first.

    After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled: "Mum, let me tell you, the wax gourd was still crying, and while crying, he asked me if I would die if I touched that medicinal material. Hahahahaha~"

    "Don't laugh while eating, you'll choke." Ren Pingping saw Hongdou's non-stop laughing, and interrupted her: "Eat well, don't play tricks on other children next time."

    As if thinking of something suddenly, he whispered to Song Ziwen: "Several chickens in Xiangmei's house were killed, can we also use this method to find out who did it?"

    "This method works for children, but it may not work for adults. I have to think about it again." Song Ziwen thought for a while, "Maybe it can be improved a little"

    After dinner, Ren Pingping was still cleaning up the dishes, and some old people had already strolled to Song's house with cigarette sticks.  Song Ziwen greeted everyone to have tea in the hall, and Hongdou sat in a corner of the hall to play. In fact, he wanted to get more familiar with this place through everyone's chatting.

    Song Shigen took out two pieces of change and handed it to Song Ziwen, "Ziwen, did you help bring back my things?"

    "I've brought it, I'll get it for you." Song Ziwen found a bag of salt from the pile in the hall and handed it to Song Shigen.

    More and more people came, and Song Ziwen quietly gave Ren Pingping a wink.

    Ren Pingping nodded knowingly, wiped her hands with a towel, and said to Song Ziwen: "Ziwen, you go to Xiangmei's house tomorrow, a few of their chickens died, and I don't know what happened to them.  "

    Ren Pingping's voice is loud, and she said it deliberately for everyone to hear, so her voice is even louder.

    "Okay, I'll go tomorrow." Song Ziwen pretended to reply casually, "It's not a good thing to be sick at this time."

    "Ah, it can't be chicken plague, Ping, how did the chicken die?" A short and fat woman who joined the fun asked carelessly.

    This short and fat woman is very similar to the winter melon that Hongdou mentioned earlier. This is Song Lainan, the mother of the winter melon.

    Ren Pingping doesn't like Song Lainan very much on weekdays, because Song Lainan not only likes to inquire about other people's privacy, but also likes to take advantage of it.  But at this moment, Song Lainan's words touched her heart, and she couldn't help admiring her husband's foresight.

    Ren Pingping pretended to be annoyed and rolled her eyes: "You won't see it yourself?"

    Song Lainan was not angry when he saw Ren Pingping like this, so he turned to Song Ziwen and asked, "Brother Ziwen, when will you go there tomorrow? I'll go and have a look too."

    When the others heard Song Lainan's question, they also focused their attention on Song Ziwen. Chicken plague is not a small problem. Maybe all the chickens in the village will be folded in it. Everyone is worried, but they are embarrassed to ask. At this moment  Song Lainan has become their spokesperson.

    Song Ziwen said: "Go tomorrow morning after breakfast."

    "Okay, then go to bed early, and we're leaving too." Song Shigen saw that everyone wanted to continue asking, so he stood up and expressed his opinion.

    Seeing this, it was hard for everyone to stay any longer, and they all hurried home to sprinkle lime on the chicken coop.

    Early the next morning, the Song family was eating breakfast slowly. The red bean picked up a chopsticks of dried radish and put it into the porridge, and then stirred it in the bowl with chopsticks. After a while, the white porridge turned into dried radish porridge.

    "That's the way you old Song's family likes to eat porridge." Hongdou just finished his movements.I heard Ren Pingping laughing.

    Red Dou looked up and saw that Ren Pingping's bowl was filled with peanuts and she was drinking porridge.  And Song Ziwen's bowl, like his own, is dried radish porridge processed the day after tomorrow.

    Song Ziwen chuckled: "This is what my father said, you will reap melons if you sow melons, and you will reap beans if you sow beans. The same kind of seeds."

    "So your grandsons are all melons, and your granddaughters are all beans." Ren Pingping rolled her eyes, obviously feeling helpless at the old Song family's useless naming.

    Only now did Hongdou know the origin of her name, "What is the name of uncle's son?"

    "Dou Dou hasn't seen her cousin for so long that she forgot her name is Qinggua!" Song Ziwen explained.

    Ren Pingping smiled: "How can Doudou forget, Doudou doesn't know at all, Doudou didn't have a long memory when uncle and the others left. And you call him Guagua, Guagua, people who don't know think we  A family of frogs."

    The Song family's breakfast time just passed by talking and laughing.

    Apart from the Song family, the only person who is in such a good mood now is probably Liu Fengying.  At this moment, Liu Fengying is in a family in Xiushui Village. The family name is Zhou. The Zhou family moved to Xiushui Village a few years ago. The youngest daughter of the Zhou family, Zhou Xiaomei, married the second brother of the Liu family. The relationship between the two families is not bad.  good.

    "Fengying, I'm afraid that Mr. Song will see something wrong." The person who spoke was Zhou Xiaomei, who was confinement at her natal home during this period, which is why Liu Fengying has been in Xiushui Village these days.

    "Even if he sees that someone made it, he doesn't know it's me. What are you afraid of?" Liu Fengying picked up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.  Not happy.

    "Morning, Ziwen."

    "Are you going to visit the village now?"

    "Yes, yes, I just finished eating, so go and have a look as soon as possible."

    "Wait, let's go take a look too."

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    There were bustling voices outside the door, Liu Fengying put the bowl in Zhou Xiaomei's hand, "Eat by yourself, I'll go out and have a look."

    Xiaomei Zhou glanced at the bowl in her hand. There was only half a bowl of chicken soup left in the bowl of chicken. She shook her head helplessly. She wanted to be taken care of better when she went back to her natal home for confinement, but it was still the same in the end.

    When Liu Fengying arrived, the gate of Yan's house was already full of people. Song Youde, the head of Xiushui Village, heard rumors that Yan's house had chicken plague last night. He arrived at Yan's house early today and was holding Song Ziwen's hand at the moment: "Zi  Brother Wen, you have to take a good look, if this is really chicken plague, we can deal with it as soon as possible."

    "Village Chief, stop talking and let Mr. Song take a look." Some impatient people in the crowd couldn't help urging.

    "That's right, what if the Yan family's chicken plague kills our chickens?" Liu Fengying answered while hiding in the crowd.

    As soon as Liu Fengying's words came out, countless people agreed, "That's right, the Yan family didn't say it earlier."

    "Yeah, what kind of heart do you have?"

    "What are you talking about? The Yan family doesn't know what's going on. Didn't you find Mr. Song? You know about it every day." The village head yelled at a few talkative women. Xiushui Village has these restlessness  Only women in China have so many things to do every day, which made him, the village head, go from house to house to persuade him every day.

    "Brother Ziwen, hurry up and take a look." The village chief said to Song Ziwen after seeing that the crowd had calmed down a bit.

    "I'll go and see it right now." Song Ziwen walked into the yard of Yan's house, took a chicken and began to inspect it carefully.

    The eyes of the crowd followed Song Ziwen's movements, and they kept discussing in their mouths.

    "Is it really chicken plague?"

    "It looks quite similar, you can see that the neck is crooked."

    Song Ziwen washed his hands, looked at everyone and asserted, "This chicken died because someone wrung its neck, not chicken plague."

    "Who is so unconscionable, killing other people's chickens on purpose." This sentence was said by Ren Pingping.

    "That's right, if you kill chickens today, you can't kill people tomorrow. How immoral it is." Someone responded immediately, saying that if Yan's chicken is killed today, his own chicken may be killed tomorrow. This kind of villain can't be tolerated.

    "Doctor Song, you have to find out who killed the chicken and drive him out of our Xiushui Village."

    "The scourge cannot be left in the village."

    "Yes, the scourge cannot be left in the village."

    Song Ziwen saw that Liu Fengying in the crowd was about to slip away quietly.  He cleared his throat and said: "Everyone be quiet, this chicken still has a big problem, this problem is no less than killing a chicken."

    Everyone heard Song Ziwen's words and asked anxiously: "Mr. Song, what's wrong with this chicken?"

    After hearing Song Ziwen's words, Liu Fengying quietly stood behind the crowd and did not leave in a hurry. She really wanted to see what kind of misfortune this Yan family would have.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)p; When Liu Fengying heard what Song Ziwen said, she quietly stood behind the crowd and left in no hurry. She really wanted to see what kind of misfortune the Yan family could have.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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