My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 50 Beggar Chicken

In the eyes of people in this era, the weasel is not just a simple chicken thief, but also a very representative animal in the legends of spirits and monsters. There are too many legends about weasels, such as revenge and gratitude.

He is known among the people as Huang Daxian, a very prestigious title.

Anyway, the villagers still have a lot of respect for this thing and won't provoke it easily.

Even if their chickens or ducks are killed, they often don't dare to say much, and they don't have the guts to drive them away if they encounter them. At most, they will try to "ask them to leave".

Weasels are very vengeful, and if you offend them, your home will be disturbed. The older generation is afraid of being retaliated against.

However, Chen Ling didn't believe it and reminded her, "Second Aunt, don't rush to worship. First, check if your chickens have been harmed. Chun Yuan's family in front of you had a whole yard of chickens die a while ago."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Wang immediately glared at Chen Ling with a stern face, "What do you know, kid? This is Huang Daxian, the immortal has come to our door. Even if you don't eat my chicken, I still have to offer chicken to the immortal to avoid retribution."

“That shrew in the front yard has no manners and deserves to have attracted the Wong Tai Sin. I usually do good deeds and accumulate good karma, unlike her.”

Chen Ling was speechless, thinking to himself, "If you're so virtuous, why are you always greedy for other people's eggs?"

Thinking this, they noticed that while they were talking, the live weasel picked up its dead companion and stealthily dragged it to one side along the base of the wall.

This is an attempt to slip away.

The two little creatures, Heiwa and Xiaojin, were the most alert. They immediately perked up their ears and barked loudly to warn their owner that the weasel was about to escape.

"Second Aunt, look! The Weasel spirit is about to run away!"

Wang Susu quickly spoke up.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Wang stopped the two puppies again, then turned to the two of them and said:
"The fact that Master Huang is willing to leave shows he sees my sincerity and won't hold a grudge against this old woman. That's a blessing. You two young people should keep an eye on your dog and make sure it doesn't provoke the master again. It's no joke if he holds a grudge..."

Helpless, Chen Ling had no choice but to call the dogs over to stop them from barking, lest they provoke the old lady into acting strangely and causing trouble for him.

"Oh!"

Wang Susu suddenly exclaimed and pointed in a direction, saying, "Look, Second Aunt, A-Ling, look!"

Chen Ling turned his head and immediately saw the figures of two weasels fleeing in panic.

This isn't a case of one dead and one alive; both are clearly alive. The weasel that was lying motionless on the ground was just pretending to be dead.

People can be easily fooled if they're not careful.

"This thing is really cunning."

Chen Ling couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't had much dealings with weasels in his previous life, and this was the first time he had come into close contact with one.

“What do you mean by cunning? This is called being clever. You young people are fearless and have never seen the power of Huang Daxian. You must show some respect to Huang Daxian when you meet him in the future. These are the words passed down from our ancestors, and they are sure to be true.”

Grandma Wang gave a heavy snort and warned him.

Chen Ling couldn't help but twitch his lips as he listened, thinking to himself, "Fine, whatever makes you happy."

Then Wang Susu and the two puppies went home.

The presence of a weasel proves that the chickens in Qin Dongmei's house were killed by a weasel. Anyway, he still doesn't believe that his puppy, which is only a little over a month old, can be a mature chicken and kill so many of them at once.

Back home, Chen Ling grabbed one of the dogs by the ears and began to scold them: "You two are always running around when I'm not looking, playing wildly with the village dogs every day. I just gave you two a bath this morning, and you're covered in dirt again."

The two little ones immediately looked ashamed and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Its once clean fur is now covered in leaves and spider webs; I wonder where it has all disappeared to while chasing away those two weasels.

As Heiwa and Xiaojin grew up day by day, their range of activity gradually expanded. Chen Ling originally thought that the two little ones would have conflicts with the village dogs.

Unexpectedly, they had a wonderful time. Every time a dog barks outside the house, these two can't stay at home and want to go out and run around like crazy.

When Chen Ling is home, they're fine; they'll stick to him. But when Chen Ling isn't home, Wang Susu can't control them at all.

Ultimately, it was because Liu Ni'er and her group of little kids took them outside to play a couple of times that they became familiar with the other dogs in the village. Wang Susu continued weaving her medicine basket nearby, watching this scene with a smile. After a while, she asked with considerable doubt:

"These weasels usually appear at night, so why are they daring to show their faces in broad daylight?"

Many people in the mountain village keep dogs, so weasels usually don't dare to come out during the day.

They would only dare to sneak into the house at night after most of the dogs had fallen asleep, to steal a couple of chickens or ducks.

"I guess it's because everyone around here went to work for Erzhu today, and the weasel only dared to come out because there was no one at home."

Chen Ling guessed.

Wang Susu nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

Then he said, "Speaking of weasels, we haven't eaten the chicken that Uncle Wu left us yesterday that was killed by a weasel. Let's clean it up today. The weather is getting warmer, so I just marinated it briefly to prevent it from spoiling."

"Okay, you can start steaming the buns first."

Chen Ling responded and checked the time; it was exactly eleven o'clock.

He took out the marinated free-range chicken from the stove. He had taken some time last night to pluck the feathers with boiling water, but he hadn't had a chance to eat it yet. Wang Susu hadn't cooked it either, so it was just marinated and left there.

After washing the chicken twice more in the yard, they stuffed it with scallions, ginger, mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, as well as jujubes and lotus seeds from Dongtian.

Finally, I went to the cave and picked two lotus leaves, brushed oil on the chicken, wrapped it up, and then spread clay evenly on the outside to seal it.

Once the firewood was burning brightly, Chen Ling put it in and made a beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

For most families, making this requires air-drying and long-term marinating, which involves many steps and is quite time-consuming.

Relying on his hidden world, Chen Ling did very simply.

But the taste is still quite good. It not only smells delicious, but also looks golden and crispy, which is extremely appetizing.

Chen Ling couldn't resist taking a bite. The chicken was indeed crispy, fragrant, and delicious, and it was full of the sweetness of jujubes and the rich fragrance of lotus leaves. The flavors burst on the taste buds, making one want to swallow their tongue.

"Susu, dinner's ready, come out and eat."

Wang Susu had been steaming buns in the room, and they've just come out of the steamer; she's picking them up now.

Hearing Chen Ling call her, she quickly responded and came out carrying a basket of steamed buns.

"Wow, it smells so good! This time the scent is a little different from before..."

"Ah Ling, what kind of chicken did you make?"

As soon as Wang Susu came out, she smelled the unique and fragrant aroma of chicken, which immediately made her mouth water.

He walked to the table, put down the steamed bun, picked up a chicken foot, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"Roasted beggar's chicken."

"I added special seasoning, so eat more meat and stop gnawing on chicken feet."

Chen Ling gave a word of advice and handed over a chicken leg.

Wang Susu likes to eat chicken feet, chicken wings, chicken necks, and chicken heads. Whenever her family eats chicken, she doesn't eat the meaty parts of the chicken first, but instead picks out these few parts.

"You eat first, let me finish the chicken feet first."

Wang Susu gnawed on a chicken foot and mumbled something indistinctly.

Chen Ling watched as she held the chicken feet in both hands, munching on them like a little hamster, and couldn't understand what was so delicious about them.

Nothing beats the sheer pleasure of eating big chunks of meat.

Shamelessly asking my brothers to invest, I need 100 people to invest before I can promote it, and the current number is a bit pathetic.
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