Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

"Oh, Jiefang, you don't know, chicken that hasn't been bled tastes really fishy!"

"Mom, who cares? As long as it's chicken, I can finish it even if I have to eat it in a public restroom!"

“Liberation, don’t talk nonsense.

The rooster is dead, let's take it home and pluck its feathers and stew it."

The third aunt also felt that what her son said made sense. After all, it was a difficult time now, and even if a chicken drowned in a manure pit, someone would eat it.

What's more, this is just a big rooster with a broken neck, of course it can be eaten.

"Mom, let's go home quickly!"

Yan Jiefang was afraid that others would see him holding the big rooster, so he simply took off his coat and wrapped the rooster.

Third Aunt and Yan Jiefang quietly slipped out of the yard.

Only after they left did Yu Li get up from the bed.

She walked to the window and looked.

“Yang Lei is right, the Yan family came early in the morning.

But they are not here to care about me, they are here to catch the rooster."

"Thank goodness I have Yang Lei. I don't have to squeeze into that small room with the Yan family. It's great."

Yu Li was so happy when she thought that Yang Lei promised her that she could live in a private courtyard in Qichixiang, and she no longer had to squeeze into the small house of less than 20 square meters in Nanluoguxiang.

Moreover, Yang Lei promised to visit her at least two days a week.

Although her expectations were not met - she hoped Yang Lei could come every day.

But it is impossible for Yang Lei to accompany her every day.

"Mother Jie Cheng, did you catch the big rooster?"

Yan Bugui had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

He saw his wife, Aunt San, and his second son, Yan Jiefang, running hurriedly from Nanluoguxiang and quickly went to greet them.

"Caught it back!"

The third aunt said with a smile on her face.

"But the big rooster had its neck twisted by being liberated!"

Thinking about the big rooster that died without being bled, Auntie was worried.

"Jiefang, how could you be so careless? I don't know what to say to you! You didn't even get to drink the chicken blood!"

Yan Bugui felt even more aggrieved and regretted that he was not there at the time.

If he were there, he would never rudely twist the rooster's neck so that he could taste the chicken blood.

But after Yan Jiefang's twist, there was no hope of getting excited.

"Dad, Mom, it's great to be able to eat such a big rooster.

This chicken weighs at least seven or eight kilograms!"

In order to catch the chicken, Yan Jiefang hit his head several times and got several big bumps. In the end, he was scolded and not even a single kind word was said to him.

Instead, he was criticized.

"Chicken is chicken, chicken blood is chicken blood! How do you live like this?"

Yan Bugui felt even more unhappy when he saw that his second son still didn't understand where he was wrong.

"Alright, alright, old man, stop talking.

Go back and stew the chicken.

If Lei Zi comes home at night and smells the stewed chicken, and asks us for a rooster, what should we give him? We can't just give him the stewed chicken in the pot, right?

The third aunt also quickly reminded her husband.

"you're right.

I've asked Jie Kuang and Jie Di to boil some water, so hurry up and pluck the chickens."

Yan Bugui felt that what his wife said made sense, so he stopped worrying about the chicken blood and urged her to quickly process the chicken.

After a while, the third aunt used hot water to scald the chicken feathers and started plucking.

The big fat rooster made the Yan family drool just by looking at it.

"Mom, chop it into bigger pieces so we can satisfy our cravings!"

Yan Jiefang wanted to just grab a piece of chicken and stuff it into his mouth.

"Hmph! What a miserable life! The chicken has to be cut into small pieces, so each person only gets one small piece a day!"

Yan Bugui was very calculating. If he wasn't afraid of Yang Lei finding out, he would have pickled the chicken, dried it, and eaten it slowly.

"Dad, this won't do.

If Yang Lei in the backyard knew about this, he would definitely cause trouble for us.

Besides, Yang Lei has helped our family before, and if this gets out, we will be ashamed."

The third aunt thought more carefully than Yan Bugui.

"Too.

Alas, it would be a luxury to eat such a big chicken in one meal."

Yan Bugui felt that it was such a waste.

He never thought that a family could eat a big rooster weighing seven or eight kilograms in one meal.

Two hours later.

"Jie Cheng's father, do you smell the chicken?"

"It doesn't seem to have any smell."

Yan Bugui sniffed and smelled nothing.

"I gonna go see."

Yan Bugui couldn't help it any longer.

He was afraid that Jiefang, Jiekuang and Jiedi would steal the chicken when he wasn't paying attention, so he drove the three children out.

Jiefang, Jiekuang and Jiedi were very angry.

Jie Kuang and Jie Di were playing sandbag throwing in the yard.

The second brother Jiefang was annoyed by their noise, so he found an excuse to beat up the third brother Jiekuang.

"boom!"

Auntie San was waiting for her husband Yan Bugui to come and see the big rooster stewed in the casserole.

Just then, I heard something breaking.

"Jie Cheng's father, why did you break the lid of the casserole?"

"It must have been Jiefang who did this. I'm going to break his legs, this bastard!"

Yan Bugui ignored his wife, picked up a stick as thick as his arm from under the kitchen stove, and ran out angrily.

"What exactly is going on?"

The third aunt ran to look at the casserole of stewed chicken with full of doubts, but when she saw it, she could not believe her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes quickly and looked carefully again!

That’s right, Auntie San was sure she had seen it right! What was stewed in the casserole was not a rooster at all, but a pot of mud mixed with chicken feathers.

It was fine when the lid of the casserole was closed, but once it was opened, the stench of mud and chicken feathers mixed together, and the fishy and smelly smell was so nauseating.

"This...was Jiefang's doing, right?"

The third aunt was also confused. She suspected that it was her second son Yan Jiefang who did it.

At this time, in the front yard, Yan Jiefang was standing dejectedly.

He originally planned to sneak a bite of the chicken when it was half cooked, but his father Yan Bugui wouldn't even let him into the house.

"They're just trying to keep me safe. If I'd known, I would have sneaked in last night and caught the chicken and made it into beggar's chicken."

Yan Jiefang thought of beggar's chicken, so he picked up a piece of mud and started playing with it.

"You bastard! It's Jiefang's fault again!"

Yan Bugui hid the big wooden stick behind him. When he saw his second son playing in the mud and thought about the mud and chicken feathers in the pot, he was so angry that the blood rushed to his head.

"You bastard! All you do is make trouble!"

"Hey Dad, why did you hit me for no reason?"

Yan Jiefang was already furious, and then his father beat him up with a stick.

Yan Jiefang ran away, asking unconvincedly as he ran.

Yan Bugui was so angry that he kept scolding his second son: "You bastard! You did something bad and you're still pretending to be stupid! Stop right there!"

Yan Bugui was eager to teach his second son a lesson immediately.

"Dad, put the stick down first, and I'll stop."

"You bastard! You're still trying to negotiate terms with me! Fine, you don't have to stop, but from now on you can't stay in this house anymore. There's no place for you here anymore!"

Yan Bugui was extremely angry.

"His father, please speak nicely.

Jiefang, you can't finish this big chicken, hurry up and take out the remaining chicken."

The third aunt turned off the stove and hurried over.

That big rooster weighs at least seven or eight kilograms.

No matter how much Yan Jiefang eats or how big his stomach is, he can't eat such a big chicken.

Chapter 112 Liu Lan, that crazy woman!

Besides, Auntie San had looked around and didn’t see any chicken bones, which meant that Yan Jiefang hadn’t had time to eat the chicken yet.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Isn't the chicken still stewing on the stove? Why are you asking me for chicken again?" Yan Jiefang said with a look of grievance.

"You bastard! You're pretending so well! I'll break your legs!" Yan Bugui rushed over with a stick to hit his second son Yan Jiefang.

Yan Jiefang had been on guard against his father for a long time and ran out of the yard.

Yan Bugui became furious and swung the stick out.

"oops!"

Then a scream was heard.

"Grandma, your head is bleeding!" Banggeng shouted loudly.

Mrs. Jia Zhang was just coming back from playing with her grandson Banggeng.

As soon as she stepped into the door, the stick swung by Yan Bugui hit her on the head!

Yan Bugui was so angry that he used a lot of force. The stick, which was as thick as his arm, hit her head right on the spot, causing blood to flow from her head.

"Old Man Yan! You want to beat me to death! Old Man Yan!" When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard her grandson say that he was bleeding, she wiped her head with her hand and found that it was covered with blood.

She screamed suddenly and then fell straight to the ground.

Acting like a rogue, rolling on the ground, pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be dead... these are all tricks commonly used by Jia Zhang.

"Dongxu, mom, this is a misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding! I was teaching my disappointing son Jiefang a lesson..." Yan Bugui hurriedly explained.

His mind was in a mess.

Regardless of whether Jia Zhang was acting or not, it was absolutely true that she was hit on the head by Yan Bugui's stick.

Even if Yan Bugui wanted to deny it, he couldn't, after all, it was he who did it.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yan Bugui had to bear the medical expenses.