Before dusk.
After cleaning up his own yard, Yang Ge rushed to the Liu Family with Huang and the chickens and ducks from the backyard without stopping.
"Don't kill this one, it lays eggs..."
"This one is a regular crower, always on time, you take care of it for me, just don't stew it..."
"This one can be stewed, it's always fighting. Try raising it, and if it still doesn't change its ways, you can go ahead and stew it..."
"These two are easy to distinguish, the fighter has old wounds on its comb, and the crower's comb is red like silk."
"If there's leftover food, give them some, if not, wilted vegetable leaves will do..."
One by one, Yang Ge pointed out the chickens and ducks he had raised himself, tirelessly instructing Liu Mang.
