A Happy Event in a Farming Family: Marrying a Hunter

According to this girl, these chickens have become spirits, so we can't eat them anymore?

"Third Aunt, don't disbelieve me. This chicken coop is very united. Who knows, the other chickens might come to avenge the hen later. After all, the old hen works so hard to lay eggs, and they get stolen. Anyone would feel wronged in that situation."

Zhao Chunzhi was so angry she wanted to curse, but then she saw that all the chickens that were originally kept in the coop had run out and were heading straight for her. She was terrified and took off running.

Yunlu's sharp tongue—whatever he says comes true!

"Mother, the chickens are coming over here!" Yunlan exclaimed in alarm. Something was strange; why were the chickens pecking at Yunluo and the others instead of them?

She was carrying a broom, but many chickens had escaped. After chasing away this one, another would come.

Yunlan had never been so disheveled before!

"Mom, why are the chickens pecking at them?" Xiaoyu asked, bewildered.

Yunlu pinched her little cheek, "Of course, one of them stole the food and didn't admit it. Xiaoyu, you can't learn from that. Good children should be honest and not steal, understand?"

The group of people being chased by chickens were speechless.

Yunlan couldn't hold back any longer, "Xiao Jie, tell me quickly, did you steal the food?"

"It's none of my business, Mom..."

"Who is it?!" Yunlan was furious. If she found out, she would beat her to death.

Zhao Chunzhi was both anxious and frightened, her mind blank. "It's just an old hen, right? Have all these chickens gone mad? Which family's chickens aren't meant to be eaten?"

"Third Aunt, so you were the one who stole the old hen?"

Everyone was stunned, and the noisy flock of chickens quieted down.

Zhao Chunzhi glanced at this person, then at that person, her face flushed red. "No...it wasn't my idea..."

"Hmph, so it was you who stole it. I'm going to tell Grandma." Yun Cong ran over.

"Xiao Cong, it's not like that, wait for your third aunt..." Zhao Chunzhi panicked and ran after him.

Wang and Yunlan, fearing something might happen, went along too, not forgetting to glare fiercely at Yunluo before leaving.

Victory.

Yunlu made a victory sign, and she and Xiaojie each held one of the children.

When Zhou Rong heard about this, she was heartbroken. She brought out a basin of warm water and said, "Your third aunt wouldn't have the guts, but your third uncle must have been involved in stealing the old hen. How old are they? Don't they know anything?"

"It would be strange if those two knew what was going on." Yunlu wrung out her handkerchief and wiped the mud off Xiaoran's body, revealing the wound underneath.

Yunlu was actually a little worried, but after cleaning the wound and revealing her hand with some broken skin on the back and the area around her knee, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries.

"Brother, does it hurt? Let me blow on it, and it won't hurt anymore." Xiaoyu's little braids swayed on her head, her face full of worry.

Yun Shaojie slapped his forehead in regret, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't left for a while, Xiao Cong wouldn't have bullied them."

"If Xiao Cong really wanted to bully you, would you be watching all the time? Xiao Ran, does it hurt?" Yun Luo admired him quite a bit; he didn't cry or complain of pain, acting like a little man.

Xiao Ran clenched her fists and shook her head. "It's not my uncle's fault. If he comes again next time, I'll beat him up!"

"Yes, beat him hard, but don't use your fists. Next time, remember to use a shoe sole; that hurts more." Yun Luo wasn't the type to let her child get beaten without saying a word.

Especially when dealing with a bratty kid like Yun Cong.

He deserves a complete childhood!

Zhou Rong was amused by the mother and son. "How can you teach your children like that? I boiled some quail eggs. You can give them to the two kids. I'll go ask the neighbor for some safflower oil to rub on them."

"Ah... Mother, it's not my fault! This woman was greedy and encouraged her son to steal the old hen. She ate the most, so why are you hitting me?"

The sound of crying and wailing came from the main courtyard of the Yun family, and the group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yunluo and Zhou Rong each covered one of the children's ears to prevent them from hearing this rubbish, saying, "What your third uncle did!"

"You jinx, you gluttonous woman..."

A series of curses came out, as if Old Mrs. Yun was pinching Zhao Chunzhi's flesh, making her cry out in pain.

When things got to the crucial point, Yun Gui pushed all the blame onto Zhao Chunzhi. The old lady, being protective of her son and biased, was not going to let her off the hook. Coupled with Yun Cong's distortion of the truth, a huge argument broke out in the courtyard.

"Take the child home first, so your grandma won't come looking for you later," Zhou Rong said. The old lady was no pushover.

"Why should we be afraid of her? We didn't do anything!"

"Luo girl!"

The old lady arrived like the wind, her face dark and wrinkled, and she held Yun Cong's hand as she spoke. Yun Cong's face was covered in medicine, a dark mess.

Xiaoyu instinctively burrowed behind Yunluo, while Xiaoran, on the other hand, wasn't afraid at all.

"Grandma, it was that son of a bitch who scratched me! Look at my face!"

Yun Luo's face darkened instantly. She took off her shoes and grabbed them in her hands. "Try uttering another filthy curse and I'll beat your mouth to a pulp!"

"Whose mouth are you going to smash? Yun Luo, you've grown wings and are now helping an outsider's child mistreat Xiao Cong?"

“Xiao Ran and Xiao Yu are my children. Besides, how old is Xiao Cong? How old are they? He can hit people, so why can't my son fight back? It's normal for kids to fight and bump into each other. Are you going to come after me for this? If you really want to talk about it, Xiao Cong kept cursing and framing my son, and he beat him so badly that his hands were bleeding and his legs were bruised. How do you account for that?”

Grandma Yun was dizzy from the other party's fluent tongue. "Xiao Cong is so precious, he can't be compared to these peasants!"

“We all grew up in the same village, rolling around in the mud. No one is more precious than the other. If you really want to be unreasonable, Grandma, make Xiao Cong apologize first!”

Yunlu refused to budge an inch.

The old lady was in the wrong in this matter. Children fighting is something that should be over and done with. Why are adults getting involved? Zhou Rong felt a chill in her heart. "Mother, it was Xiao Cong who wronged someone first, which led to the fight."

"You hu..."

Yun Cong was about to retort when Yun Luo glared at him, intimidating him. "What? If you're not satisfied, how about we go check out the chicken coop?"

chicken?

Yun Cong stared intently, recalling the scene of a flock of chickens chasing and pecking at him. Fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and he screamed, running away in fright.

Having no legitimate reason to attack, Old Lady Yun glared at the group before slinking away in disgrace.

"Virtue!"

"Xiao Luo, don't bring the children over tomorrow. I'll take some willow branches and come to your house to look after them. Your grandma's probably holding a grudge." Zhou Rong went into the kitchen, wrapped some quail eggs, and put two in each child's hands.

Yun Luo wasn't afraid of Old Madam Yun. If it weren't for her mother and Xiao Jie being there, she would have given them a good beating. "Mother, try not to go there on weekdays. That family is no good. Let's go back first."