pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 38 The Old Hen That Lays Eggs

The basket sent by the strange woman was covered with a thick blue cloth, and it was a bit heavy in the hand, weighing almost seven or eight catties, and I could vaguely feel something moving inside.

Song Qingge frowned and took the basket into the yard. Instead of removing the cloth immediately, she sat on the ground and watched.

"Lady, what's in it?" Xiao Jinyi leaned over and looked curiously at the basket covered with blue cloth.

"Dabao, do you know the aunt just now?" Song Qingge still couldn't believe that woman, and turned to Xiao Jinyi and asked.

Hearing this, Xiao Jinyi nodded seriously and said, "She is the mother of Zhaodi, Laidi, Sanniu, Sihua, and Pandi." There were too many people, so I counted them with my fingers.

"Mother of five children?" Song Qingge was full of surprise. Judging from the names alone, all five were girls.

The mountains attach great importance to family succession. Many women will be divorced by their in-laws because they can’t have a son. They will also be scolded as chickens that can’t lay eggs. miserable.

Zhao Di Niang gave birth to five girls in a row, and it can be seen from the name that she desperately wants to have a son.

Such a family lives very poorly, so how could they give her something?Could it be that their man stole face and felt guilty?

When the woman was about to leave, she looked at Song Qingge with deep guilt, and it was probably because of this reason.

Song Qingge glanced at the blue cloth on the basket again, gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to uncover it.

"This--"

"Chicken, look, lady, there is a chicken in the basket." Xiao Jinyi pointed at the old hen in the basket and yelled, and poked it curiously.

In the basket was a hen that could lay eggs. It was tightly tied up with a rope. It lay obediently in the basket, but it was still alive. When Xiao Jinyi touched it like this, he even raised his head to nag him.

Except for the old hen, there was a cloth bag on the other side of the basket. Song Qingge unwrapped the tightly tied mouth of the bag, and it contained ground stick noodles.

After seeing the items in the basket, Song Qingge was really stunned.

The hen that can lay eggs in the mountain is very valuable, why did Zhao Di Niang send it to her?
Song Qingge didn't know what was actually in the bag of noodles that Zhang Cuilian sent up the mountain. He really stole the noodles, and it was easy to find the sand below, unless he was reluctant to eat and hide it.

Even so, it's unlikely to give away a chicken out of guilt.

"My lady, do we have any eggs to eat?" Xiao Jinyi took the hen out of the basket, held the hen in his hand and looked at it curiously, as if he was looking for eggs.

Although chickens can catch bugs and eat in the fields, they also need food to feed them. In a village where people can't even fill their stomachs, there are very few chickens.

Song Qingge asked Xiao Jinyi to bring the chicken into the house, and explained with a smile: "It can only lay one egg a day at most, today's eggs are finished, Dabao will look at it tomorrow."

"Then let's feed it some more food, and we can lay eggs tomorrow when it's full." Xiao Jinyi kept holding the chicken in his arms, afraid of running away.

Xiao Jinyi was a child at heart, sitting aside and talking to the chicken, while Song Qingge was thinking while cooking.

She didn't know what the woman's purpose was. It was too strange to send a chicken for no reason, and the thing had to be sent back tomorrow. She couldn't accept it without knowing the reason, and she couldn't cause trouble for herself.

Song Qingge's plan was very good, but unexpectedly, the trouble came sooner than she expected, when she and Xiao Jinyi were going to bed that night...

(End of this chapter)