Under pressure from all sides, Yu Feng reluctantly paid the money.
Old Mrs. Qin was quite satisfied.
Once inside her own yard and after closing the door, she gave Li Qiao a thumbs up: "You're the capable one, got them to submit so easily. By the way, where did you throw the chicken that was beaten to death? We should pick it up, wrap it in mud, and make Beggar's Chicken out of it; no one else will smell it."
"I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I tied it up and put it in the straw pile, planning to take it to the old house of the village head at night. Ever since Lame Feng's incident, nobody dares to near that house for miles around. We should go there initially to feed it often, if the chicken gets familiar with the place it will settle down there, and later we might even pick up a couple of eggs."
She knew in her heart that this was wrong.
But once a person is poor.
Schemes just come naturally.
