Chapter 67 Sister-in-Law, Are You Afraid of Chickens?

Maybe Yun Qinghuan herself didn't notice it. If she was nervous, her fingertips would scratch unconsciously, but the amplitude was very small, and people who didn't care wouldn't notice it at all.

After eating, Yun Qinghuan and the other two went to cut grass for pigs again.

Seeing that Li Saozi, who she replaced at the time, was about to return from her confinement, Qiao Yue was worried about her. If this job of cutting grass for pigs was gone, it would be even more difficult for her to find a lighter job.

Cutting grass for pigs was already a very light job.

Yun Qinghuan smiled with pursed lips, but she was not so worried. To be honest, she didn't really want to cut grass for pigs. Working for ten days or half a month was to experience life, but if she did it every day, it would be torture.

Now every day, Bai Naihan and An An helped her cut grass for pigs for a whole morning. If she did it by herself, wouldn't she have to work all day?

The key is that this job is just physical work, and you can't learn anything.

The work points earned are not many.

It's not a pity to lose it.

However, her idea was a bit shocking in this era, and she was afraid that if she said it out loud, people would think she was an outlier, so she didn't say it.

More importantly, it was spring and summer, when the grass was the most lush and lush. It was so difficult to cut grass for pigs. When winter came, the grass was gone, wouldn't it be even more difficult to cut grass for pigs?

Yun Qinghuan also asked Qiao Yue what pigs eat in winter.

Qiao Yue told her that whoever was responsible for cutting grass for pigs had to store the grass for pigs in winter. They should cut more grass on weekdays, take it home to dry, and bring it back to chop it up to feed the pigs when there was no grass. They also had to drink hot water, boil the well water, otherwise the raw water would easily make the pigs sick. In short, it sounded difficult. ɱ

According to Qiao Yue, there was no need to cut grass for pigs in winter. As long as they stored enough grass in summer, it would be counted as five work points a day, but this was a big project, and Yun Qinghuan thought about it and just gave up.

She should honestly find other ways to make money.

Thinking about her manuscript, she saw that more than half a month had passed and there was still no progress. She planned to take a leave in two days if there was no progress, and go to the town to submit the manuscript before the summer harvest.

The main reason was that she had to cut pig grass every day, which was quite busy and she couldn't leave.

After cutting two more baskets of pig grass, Yun Qinghuan was too tired to cut anymore, so she simply went home. It was also a coincidence that as soon as she got home, Grandma Chen came over with an old hen. The hen looked really healthy and kept "clucking".

Yun Qinghuan was happy to see it, and she could already think of the delicious chicken soup.

Grandma Chen smiled when she saw her, "This hen is just over five pounds, and it was originally 3.3 yuan. The old lady selling the chicken is kind. She said that people in this rural area are not well-off. She is very grateful that you can buy her chicken. She didn't bargain, so she gave you a small change, only 3 yuan!"

She took the remaining 2 yuan in change and handed it to Yun Qinghuan.

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Yun Qinghuan took the money and the hen.

The hen's legs were tied up with ropes, probably because they were afraid that it would run away.

After sending the hen away, Grandma Chen put her hands behind her back and went back.

Yun Qinghuan felt goose bumps on her arms as she held the chicken. The fluffy chicken feathers were warm and her hands were trembling.

Although she liked to drink chicken soup and had cut chicken, she had never touched a live chicken like this.

Perhaps the frightened expression on her face was too obvious, so the man noticed it and turned his wheelchair over and said, "Sister-in-law, are you afraid of chickens?"

"No, no." Yun Qinghuan didn't admit it.

It was just a chicken. Even An An, a three-year-old child, often caught the chickens at home to play. She couldn't be worse than a child.

The man chuckled and didn't expose her.

The goose bumps on her arms appeared, with a faint blue color, which showed that she was very scared.

Yun Qinghuan was holding on, but her scalp was actually numb.

She wanted to put the hen down, since she was tied up anyway and she wasn't afraid of it flying away.

But the man was watching from the side, so she could only force herself to stay calm and carry it.

The man didn't make things difficult for her, and asked calmly, "Sister-in-law, are we going to kill this chicken today?"

"Kill!" Chickens are bought to be eaten, and Yun Qinghuan felt that she was drooling like crazy, and she couldn't wait to drink chicken soup and eat chicken.

An An, who was squatting beside her watching the chicken, heard her say that she was going to kill it, and her eyes lit up instantly, "Mom, let's eat chicken!"

"Yes, let's eat chicken tonight!"

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Give it to me, I'll kill the chicken, sister-in-law, check if there is any boiling water in the thermos. If there is no boiling water, you can only boil water before killing it, otherwise it will be difficult to pluck the chicken feathers."

He naturally took the hen from her hand, Yun Qinghuan felt relieved, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to the main room to get the thermos. Both thermos were full. Now the weather is hot, even drinking water is boiled water, and washing and other things are also directly using well water, so the boiled water boiled last night is still full and almost useless.

In addition, the thermos is very good at heat preservation, and the temperature of the boiled water should be very high now.

"There's still boiling water."

"Let's kill the chicken now, sister-in-law, go to the kitchen and get a knife, and get a bowl to catch the chicken blood."

Yun Qinghuan followed his instructions and ran to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and a porcelain bowl.

She had never killed a chicken, but she had seen others do it. But in their era, killing chickens was simpler. Just put a live chicken into a special machine, and then in just a few dozen seconds, a shiny, featherless chicken came out. If you don't want to chop the chicken, you can also beg the chicken seller to chop it into pieces.

In short, it's very convenient.

Therefore, this was really the first time she saw someone killing a chicken like this.

After giving the thing to Bai Naihan, she subconsciously walked far away, and then looked at it without blinking.

An An was also very curious. She squatted on the ground, holding her chin in her hands, and looked at it without blinking.

For a moment, the expressions and demeanor of mother and son were exactly the same.

The smile in Bai Naihan's eyes became even bigger when he saw it. He first sharpened the knife on the bottom of the porcelain bowl until it was sharp before he was ready to kill the chicken.

He looked up at Yun Qinghuan who was standing far away, "Sister-in-law, you may need to come over and hold a bowl to collect the blood."

"Ah?" Yun Qinghuan looked at him in disbelief, feeling that the goosebumps that had finally gone away had risen again.

"Can't you?" The man tilted his head and looked at her doubtfully.

But the smile in his eyes was even greater.

Yun Qinghuan felt that he was laughing at her and gritted her teeth, "Why not? Women can't say no!"

Then he walked over heroically like a martyr slit his throat.

Taking the bowl from his hand, her eyes floated, looking around, but not at him or the hen.

The man's deep voice seemed to be magnetic, "Sister-in-law, put the bowl under the chicken's neck."

Yun Qinghuan had no choice but to turn around, holding back the trembling, and placed the bowl down from the chicken's neck.

I saw the man controlling the chicken with one hand to prevent it from flapping, and holding a knife in the other hand. He raised and lowered the knife and made a neat cut on the chicken's neck.

The hen shook violently and roared painfully from her throat...