All construction projects in the village have been on track, and Zhang Lang has less than half of the things he needs to worry about.

Something caused Zhang Lang a headache. The twenty-four puppies were getting bigger and bigger, and became more and more restless. If they didn't pay attention, they followed Zhang Lang down the mountain.

Later, Zhang Lang saw that these puppies were piled up no matter where they went, and they never left alone. In addition, in his own village, they knew that it was his dog and could not be thrown away, so they went with them.

That day, Zhang Lang inspected the construction site of the village primary school, but as soon as he came out, he was stopped by Jianjun's wife.

Jianjun's wife kept these two old hens in her hand, "Uncle Wolf, your dog bit all the old hens in our family to death."

Zhang Lang was a little stunned when he heard this. It was not easy for ordinary people to raise a few chickens. They usually didn’t want to eat eggs. They saved them for money and bought oil and salt. These dozen chickens were a great fortune for families in that era.

Even if Zhang's mother asked her to kill an old hen to stew medicine to nourish her body, she would persuade her for a long time to let go. You can imagine how important these chickens are to the people.

Jianjun's wife held the chicken that was bitten to death, and her eyes were red with heartache. It seemed that as long as Zhang Lang dared not admit it, she would cry to show him.

"Oh, Jianjun's family is so sorry, I blame me! I don't think much about these puppies, I will pay you money." Without thinking too much, I quickly compensated.

Zhang Lang knew that in order to cultivate their blood, Taoist Qingyuan usually feeds them a lot of blood food in order to cultivate their blood. He often catches a few pheasants and throws them at them, letting them bite and tell them.

Jianjun's wife said sadly, "Uncle Wolf, I'm not stingy. I've been raising these dozen chickens for almost two years. It's the time to breed eggs. I don't even want to give them eggs to my children, just to exchange them for more money. I didn't expect that the dog would bite them all to death."

Zhang Lang said as he took out a handful of one yuan change, but he didn't look at it much, so he directly stuffed it to Jianjun's wife, "I understand it's okay, it's not easy to raise a chicken. Everyone basically relies on these chickens and eggs to exchange for money. You can take this money!"

Jianjun's wife took the money and said a little embarrassedly: "Then... I'll turn around and send the chicken to you."

"Forget it, leave it for the children to eat!" His own dog bit the other person's chicken to death. Even if he lost money, how could he have the nerve to die?

"I'll kill you, a prodigal girl, aren't it just a few kids? Who asked you to ask Uncle Wolf for money?" Zhang Jianjun suddenly rushed over, grabbed his wife and beat him.

Jianjun's wife was beaten and screamed at Zhang Lang, "Help Uncle Wolf!"

"Stop it! Zhang Jianjun, you little bastard, if you dare to hit your wife again, I will break your leg!" Zhang Lang shouted angrily.

"Uncle Wolf, don't worry, I have to beat this prodigal girl to death today. Isn't it just a few chickens? It's just a few meats that are bitten to death. How can I pay you a compensation?" Zhang Jianjun shouted and continued to beat his wife.

"Bang!"

Zhang Lang went up and kicked Zhang Jianjun for more than three meters away.

Of course, Zhang Lang used cleverness, otherwise he could kick Zhang Jianjun out at all.

"You bastard, what's wrong with my dog? If my dog ​​bites the chicken to death, you don't have to pay for it? You're very generous? I think you are a prodigal son! The salt and foreign oil you eat in your family can only be bought with these chickens and eggs for money?" Zhang Lang pointed at Zhang Jianjun's nose and cursed.

"Uncle Wolf, you have done so many things for us, a few chickens, no matter how poor my family is, I can't ask you to pay for it. Otherwise, I won't let everyone stab the backbone if I go out!"

"You are a little bitchy and you have a lot of trouble. Uncle Wolf has received your heart. Take the money away. Don't beat your wife anymore. I won't let me beat you to death." Zhang Lang cursed and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Uncle Lang, please hold these two chickens!" Jianjun's wife did not forget to give the chicken to Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang was too lazy to push back and forth with them anymore, so he reached out to take the bitten chicken and turned around and left.

"These dogs, I turned around and taught them a lesson. I dared to bite the chicken after just a few days of release!" Zhang Lang thought about it and glanced at the chicken in his hand.

"Wait!" Zhang Lang stopped all of a sudden, "It seems that this was not bitten to death by a dog! Instead, they met each other and were about to die by something like weasel or fox."

Zhang Lang has been raising dogs since he was a child and is very clear about dog habits. As a scout, he is also very sensitive to various traces.

Jianjun’s wife just said that the chicken was bitten to death by his dog, but he didn’t think much about it. She believed that the villagers would not wrongly accuse him and would not dare to accuse him.

Zhang Lang turned around and called out to the Jianjun couple who were about to leave, "Wait, where did your chickens be bitten to death? Take me to see."

"Uncle Wolf, don't bother you to go there. I'll take the remaining chickens to you home,..." Zhang Jianjun thought Zhang Lang was going to get the chicken that was bitten to death, so he hurriedly said.

"Where did you come from so much nonsense? Hurry up and take me to the place where you bite the chicken to death!" Zhang Lang cursed.

"Jianjun's wife, did you see my dog ​​bit your chicken to death with your own eyes?" Zhang Lang asked Jianjun's wife again, "Oh! Don't get me wrong, I either lie to the debt, or I see that the wound doesn't look like a dog bite to death, I want to figure out what's going on!" Zhang Lang immediately explained.

"Seven chickens were bitten to death yesterday, but I didn't see anything biting it. When I went out today, I happened to see the remaining six chickens being bitten to death. Uncle Wolf, your dog is spinning next to the dead chickens. If they weren't biting to death, who could have bitten to death?" Jianjun's wife lowered her head and said aggrievedly.

"Oh!" Zhang Lang nodded, not saying a word.

When I arrived at the door of Jianjun's house, there were four dead chickens thrown on the ground, and I hadn't had time to pack up.

It seemed that Jianjun's wife found that it was Zhang Lang's dog that killed the chicken, so she picked up two of them as evidence, so she hurried to find Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang carefully observed the traces on the ground, picked up the dead chicken and looked at it, "Jianjun, your family has been provoking yellow-skinned recently?"

Yellow-skinned, also known as weasel, scientifically called weasel; people in the mountains in the northeast are respected as Huang Taixian, and believe that weasels are popular, spiritual, and can cultivate and become immortals.

"Yellow skin? Uncle Wolf, I remembered it when you said it. I drank too much the day before yesterday. On the way home, I encountered a yellow skin standing in the middle of the road. I was shocked and I hit it with a stone. Uncle Wolf..., what do you mean is that these chickens were bitten to death by the yellow skin?"

"Oh! You, who is in charge, offended Wong Tai Sin. Now Wong Tai Sin is here to take revenge on our family!" Jianjun's wife called out in panic.

"It's true, this is not something that a dog bites to death! The dog's tooth mark is not like this." Zhang Jianjun also found something wrong when he was reminded by Zhang Lang.

Every family in the countryside has dogs, and people in the mountains cannot do without dogs. Naturally, they can tell whether they are bitten to death by dogs. The dog's tooth mark is thicker than this, and the distance between the two tooth marks is wider.

"It's broken, what should I do if Uncle Wolf? Huang Daxian is really here to take revenge on our family!" Zhang Jianjun was also scared.

There is never a shortage of stories of yellow-skinned people in rural areas in the northeast, nor is there a shortage of legends of yellow-skinned people revenge on others.
Chapter completed!