The strongest little magician

Chapter 112 Dead Horses as Living Horse Doctors
But Uncle Wang shook his head unhappily, feeling unstable physically and mentally, and took a few steps back.

"Let's forget it, it's not a good thing, I'm afraid that bad luck will touch you at that time."

unlucky?

The feudal tradition of the rural people, since Uncle Wang said it was unlucky, it just proved one point, there is no good thing in the black bag.

"Could it be that it contains dead objects?"

Zhang Yangguang opened his mouth and asked directly, but unexpectedly he guessed it right!

Uncle Wang nodded and directly admitted the matter.

"Isn't that right? I don't know what's wrong, the chickens are well raised, and suddenly there is chicken plague. I woke up early today, and half of the chickens were almost dead!"

He sighed, the lines on his face deepening.

"Don't talk about this yet, I have no taboos, and I don't have any sayings about bad luck or bad luck. Come and let me help you choose."

Zhang Yangguang said, insisting on snatching the pole from Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang couldn't be more stubborn than Zhang Yangguang, so he had no choice but to pass the shoulder pole to him, and kept mumbling.

"It's still sunny. I have met many people along the way, and you are the only one who asked to help me carry the pole."

Zhang Yangguang smiled without saying a word, and carrying a shoulder pole, the two went to the outskirts of the village together, dug a big pit with a hoe, poured all the dead chickens into the pit, and buried them with soil, the solution was considered complete.

After finishing all this, Uncle Wang excitedly took Zhang Yangguang's hand.

"Sunshine, thank you so much, if it's just me, I don't know how long I'll be busy!"

"It's just a little effort, Mr. Wang, don't get excited, this is what I should do."

Zhang Yangguang smiled, only to see that he paused for a while, and then spoke again.

"By the way, since there is chicken plague in the chicken farm, why don't you let me check it out for you, in case I happen to have a solution? In this way, the loss can also be reduced!"

"Chicken plague is a natural disaster. How can you do anything about it? You are a doctor who treats people, not animals. Let's forget it. It's just a pity that after the chicken plague, my chicken farm can't be sold if I want to sell it. What a good price."

Uncle Wang waved his hand and sighed helplessly.

"Huh? That's not certain. Besides, isn't this chicken well-raised? Why did Uncle Wang think of selling the chicken farm?"

Zhang Yangguang asked.

"Hey, your Aunt Wang left early, and I didn't leave a son with her, and I don't know who to leave this chicken farm to. In addition, I am old, and I don't think I have many days. I am not suitable for such hard work."

Uncle Wang said helplessly that he has been busy all his life, and each son is his biggest regret.

"I see."

Zhang Yangguang nodded, and he could understand Uncle Wang's helplessness.

"If I can sell the chicken farm and get a good price, plus the previous savings, I can barely scrape together a pension, and I will stop working in the future. I will raise a few chickens at home and grow a la carte. Make do with the rest of your life."

Uncle Wang saw through everything and made a plan.

Zhang Yangguang nodded. For the lonely Uncle Wang, the current plan is also the best ending.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin jumped out halfway, and there was a chicken plague, and the price of the chicken farm could only fall again and again!
"Uncle Wang, don't sigh, let's go and see first, what if I can cure chicken plague?"

Zhang Yangguang gave a word of comfort.

"You're right, you can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Uncle Wang nodded, and the two came to the chicken farm together. Before entering the chicken farm, Uncle Wang handed Zhang Yangguang a mask.

(End of this chapter)