Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 18 Everyone has their own agenda
  He Miao raised his eyes and smiled sweetly at her: "It doesn't matter, it's idle. If you get tired of staying alone in the house, come out and help."

There was little work in the kitchen at this time. Feng Yuanlang was digging for loaches in the dark in the backyard to feed the chickens.

Chen Xiu'e forced out a forced smile unnaturally, said "Oh", and then asked casually: "Alone? Why isn't Third Brother with you? Nothing happened to you two today, right?"

What happened? She was afraid that something big would happen.

He Miao stopped what he was doing and stared at Chen Xiu'e meaningfully until her eyes wandered around. After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Second sister-in-law, are you becoming a master?" She didn't answer the question, but just talked about him.

"What do you mean?" Chen Xiu'e took a torn rag and wiped it randomly on the edge of the pot to cover up her uneasiness.

He Miao chuckled and said, "The Supreme Lord loves gossip!"

"Three younger siblings, are you making fun of me? I haven't studied in school, so I really don't understand your witticisms."

Chen Xiu'e really didn't understand this. She didn't know that Taishang Laojun had a gossip furnace, and she didn't understand what her series of questions had to do with "gossip".

She had done something wrong, and seeing how peaceful her home was, she already felt guilty. When He Miao teased her, she became extremely panicked.

The heat wave of the cooking stove and He Miao's scorching eyes made her sweat profusely and make it difficult to breathe.

She quickly avoided the smiling and scrutinizing eyes, hurriedly filled two bowls of porridge, and carried them to the front room.

At the dinner table, Li Huahua was also unusually quiet.

In the past, she talked more than anyone else, and would always sarcastically say something like, "The third brother is really clinging to the third brother and sister.", "My life is hard, I have to do anything." and the like.

Tonight, she finished her meal with a few chopsticks and then went back to the house.

Mrs. Feng Liu felt strange and said to her eldest son: "The sun is rising in the west? Your wife is so wilted today and she has not even said a single word."

Feng Dazhong chewed a piece of plain roast goose and said, "Isn't it true? If this silly woman doesn't talk, my meal will not be so delicious."

"Isn't this delicious? My third daughter-in-law, this dish is so flavorful that you have two big bowls of yellow rice porridge in your belly." Mrs. Feng Liu looked at her son and smiled.

Feng Xiaoxi said sarcastically: "When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Is my sister-in-law sick?"

She is a child who doesn't usually talk much, but when she does speak she speaks with a sharp tongue.

"Can't you? I saw that she had eaten all the rice in the bowl. She has a good appetite. So, I hurriedly finished eating and went over to take a look."

Feng Dazhuang was so worried that he quickly finished his meal and went back to the house to be with his wife.

He Miao thought: These two sisters might be up to something bad, let's wait and see what happens.

At dawn the next morning, I heard a commotion in the front yard.

"Mom, Dad, come out quickly and see if our house has been robbed!" Li Huahua stood in front of the chicken coop, holding two chickens with bulging bellies in his hands.

Everyone put on their clothes and came out of each house, all still yawning.

It rained a little at night and the air was very fresh. He Miao also asked Feng Yuanlang to help her out to get some air and join in the fun.

"Boss, don't panic, please tell me slowly if you need anything." Feng Qinkui lit a hookah to refresh himself.

Seeing He Miao coming out, Li Huahua deliberately raised his voice and said, "When I woke up in the morning, I was thinking about taking out a few eggs to boil, and then I found that the chicken was lying motionless and dead. Judging from the swollen belly, it must be... If you feed it too much, it will suffocate you to death.” Feng Liu rushed over to take a closer look and found that it was indeed suffocated to death. This was her most precious chicken!
  She felt extremely distressed: "What a sin. They are all chicks. They died before they could grow up. Isn't it a pity?"

Li Huahua added with jealousy: "What a pity. When it hatched, it didn't lay any eggs and didn't grow much meat, so it was fed to death by the three younger siblings!"

He Miao has checked every day and it is impossible to exceed the dosage. Feng Yuanlang is obedient and will definitely not feed more on his own initiative.

How can you survive?
  Looking at Li Huahua's proud look of achieving her goal, she understood immediately.

Good guy! This is a "thief shouts to catch the thief"!

Li Huahua deliberately fed the chicken to death and framed her for the fault. The purpose was simply to be able to show off in front of her parents-in-law. In this way, He Miao was no longer the perfect daughter-in-law of the Feng family.

Haha, a primary school student’s prank...

Looking at it this way, Zheng Laoliu's matter should have nothing to do with her.

After thinking for a moment, He Miao simply said bluntly: "Mom and dad, it is my job to feed the chickens. Now that the chickens are dead, I am willing to use my private housing subsidy to pay for the two chickens at home."

She didn't want to spend too much energy and time on the two chickens. At the moment, the fastest and most convenient solution was to settle the matter with money. Anyway, it was money earned by her own ability, so she could spend it with peace of mind.

Hearing this, Feng Qinkui glanced around the crowd, sighed, put away his pipe and pot, and went to sort out the farm tools.

Whenever there was a matter at home that needed to be adjudicated, this old guy would immediately hide and pretend to be deaf and mute and disappear, leaving the mess for his wife to clean up.

Everyone turned their attention to the old mother who was in charge of the family.

Mrs. Feng Liu felt uncomfortable. It was indeed distressing to feed two chickens to death, but it would be too harsh to punish her daughter-in-law with her private money.

Besides, the situation of the third child is not easy for He Miao. Even the monthly household payment of the third room is exempted, so how can he still be fined?

After thinking about it, the loss should be borne by the elders.

After making up her mind, Mrs. Feng Liu waved her hands and said: "Come on, if the chicken dies, it dies. No matter whether to pay for it or not, just kill it and eat it. Just treat it as improving the food!"

She immediately decided to take advantage of the situation and bring the dead chicken to the table, which was considered a timely stop loss.

"Okay, don't stand here anymore, clean up and go to work in the fields." Feng Liu dispersed the crowd and turned to He Miao and said, "Miao'er, I'll leave the chicken to you. I'll make sure to clean it up before leaving." Pot, let it simmer for a while before taking it out of the pot."

He Miao readily agreed, raised her eyebrows at the dumbfounded Li Huahua, and turned back to the house to catch up on her sleep.

Li Huahua: "..."

She played it out several times in her mind, and anxiously waited until this morning to perform this scene. All her hard work was in vain!
  He Miao woke up and returned to her cage. She lay on the Kang table and read the "Poultry and Livestock Slaughtering Guide" for a long time with her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted.

Chickens that have been dead for a period of time contain a lot of bacteria and viruses. In modern times, they are strictly forbidden to be eaten and are usually buried or burned directly.

In ancient times, life was difficult in rural areas, and it was not easy to raise chickens. Once it was known that the cause of death of chickens was not the plague, they were reluctant to throw them away, so they were eaten after a little treatment.

The original owner also raised chickens at home, but the greedy stepmother slaughtered them all and secretly stewed them for his son to eat. He Miao never got a share.

The only time I ate it was on my wedding day, so the original owner had no experience in killing chickens. She had only cooked white chicken bought in the supermarket.

How can this be done?

(End of this chapter)