Ma Feilong grabbed it in his hand and chirped. He looked at it from left to right, and then glanced at Ma Chengzhi. Ma Chengzhi said, this is the one. I dreamed about the person who said he was my father, and said that the chicken he was reincarnated in had a small black spot on the left side of its sharp beak. He pointed at the little black dot and said, isn't this true? !
Ma Feilong was also convinced, and suddenly burst into tears. He grasped the chicken with only a small black dot and murmured, "Hey!" How come you were reincarnated as a chicken? Even if you become a chicken, you will never forget to come to this family and meet your biological father and son.
The chicken with the little black dots chirped again, as if to answer, "Father!" I have a destiny with this family, with you, and with my son. Even if I change my appearance and become a chicken, I still want to come and see you.
At that moment, Ma Feilong put the chicken back into the group of chickens in the round wooden basin. It suddenly occurred to him that he should give it a name, and he said smoothly, Hei Zai, Chengzhi and I will definitely treat you well.
Ma Chengzhi looked at Hei Zai who had already got into the chickens to keep warm, and said quietly in his heart, Hei Zai dad, grandpa and I must treat you well in the future. Although you did some bad things by killing the white goose, You have made sacrifices for this family. Now reduced to the level of a flat-haired beast, since you came here in a dream, and I have confirmed what you said is true, we still regard you as a relative and will take special care of you.
After that, the grandfather and grandson really took good care of Hei Zai. When serving food, they took it alone from the log basin and put it into a dustpan, so that it could eat and drink the fine rice bran strips they prepared and the clean water in the tea cup without any competition. Standing here looking at it, if it were Ma Feilong, he would say, Hei Zai, my son, you can enjoy it slowly; if it was Ma Chengzhi, he would say, Hei Zai dad, you should eat well. Their words were so polite and kind. After finishing the meal, he put it back among the chickens to play.
As the days passed, Hei Zi slowly grew up, and his pink comb stood up. It was obvious that he was a rooster.
In July and August, when the early grain is being cut, it also begins to crow. The crow is not as rough and loud as the big rooster's crow, but it seems childish and even sounds a little hoarse.
Of course it's not hoarse, it's a kind of tender elegance. It sounds particularly easy to compare with the crowing of a big rooster, as if the family and village's atmosphere of abundant harvests and prosperous livestock is intensified by its several hopeful crows. Rich.
The black boy is a little older, and its black fur and a small black spot on the left side of its pointed beak are no longer pure black, but turned into dark green, which is more beautiful and beautiful, reminiscent of the pattern on the wings of a peacock.
Every day when the chickens are put in the cage, Ma Feilong always uses a cane to check it, for fear that it will be lost; Ma Chengzhi takes special care of it, often taking it out of the chicken flock and putting it into a separate chicken Let it live peacefully in the shed so that it will not suffer in an overcrowded chicken pen.
Of course this is at night, but it would still be better to let it out of the coop during the day. Over time, Hei Zai was tamed. He didn't want Ma Chengzhi to catch him. Instead, he voluntarily got into the open chicken coop. Ma Chengzhi just came over and closed the small door of the chicken coop.
But one day, Ma Chengzhi, who is engaged in breeding, went to the city to buy chicken feed. Suddenly someone reminded him, Boss Ma, if you raise chickens, be careful that the chickens are stolen.
Now there is a beggar wandering around in the countryside. He often ties a lump of frog meat on a stick and hides a crochet hook in the meat. He always sneaks around in front of and behind the houses of the village and uses it as bait when people are not prepared. Throw it at the chickens. As long as a chicken swallows it, it will be caught by the crochet hook. Then the beggar will drag the chicken away and then strangle it to death. Or if it is not dead at all, it will be covered with a weight of yellow mud and put into the fire to burn and cook. It was delicious. He tore open its meat and ate it happily.
And such things? Ma Chengzhi felt a thorn in his throat after hearing this, as if his chicken had been stolen by the beggar, paste it with yellow mud, put it in the fire, cooked it and eaten it.
He was a little nervous. The first thing he did when he got home was to grab a handful of chicken feed, spread it around the field, and count the chickens one by one while they were competing for food. But one was missing, and it was the black one. The boy is the one that both he and his grandfather pay special attention to and take special care of - an adult black boy with pink combs and dark green patterns on his wings that are comparable to those of a peacock.
Ma Chengzhi has not yet told his grandfather about the lost Heizi. He plans to find it quietly and pretend that it has not happened. He does not need to explain it to his grandfather, lest he blame himself for neglecting his care and become troubled.
Ma Chengzhi suspected that Hei Zai might have been stolen by the beggar, so he went around to look for it. A person in the village said that he had seen the beggar in rags in the afternoon. He also held a stick with a crochet hook in his hand. He didn't know what he was doing. It was none of my business anyway, so I didn't ask.
It's over, it must be him. Ma Chengzhi thought about it in his mind and asked the beggar where he had gone. The man shook his head and said that he had legs and knew where he was going. What do you want from him?
I have something to do with him. Ma Chengzhi answered like this, looking anxious, not wanting to reveal that he was looking for the beggar to find the adult rooster - Hei Zai. If the truth is revealed and the news leaks out, then the beggar will run away after hearing the news and cannot find him. Wouldn't it be in vain?
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly dimmed in the village, and the night quietly hung up, like a black screen, which made Ma Chengzhi feel an insurmountable anxiety.
Ma Chengzhi walked to a neighboring village and saw wisps of smoke rising from the vaguely outlined foothills in the distance. He was suspicious, could there be a mountain fire there?
When he went over to take a look, he saw a ragged beggar sitting under an abandoned earth kiln, tearing up chicken and stuffing it into his mouth piece by piece.
The chicken drumstick in his hand had already caught Ma Chengzhi's eyes, and there were still smoldering fires in the earthen kiln. Ma Chengzhi thought to himself: The origin of the chicken cooked by the beggar is unknown.
He couldn't tell whether his chicken, the black boy reincarnated by the ghost of his father, was caught by the beggar, covered with mud, and burned in the fire of the kiln. If you asked him, the beggar wouldn't be able to admit it, but since he came all the way, he wouldn't be willing not to ask.
Just as he was hesitating, the beggar raised his face with a dark face, held the half-eaten fragrant chicken body without the head in his hand, shook it in front of him, and said with a smile, "Hey!" It’s so delicious. Do you want to eat it?
I do not want to eat. Ma Chengzhi shook his head and asked, where did your chicken come from?
I can't tell you, it has nothing to do with you. The beggar continued to eat the chicken nuggets in his hand.
Ma Chengzhi wanted to say that one of my purple roosters was missing, but he choked on his words again, but he deduced that the chicken the beggar ate might be his purple rooster called Hei Zai. How can I get him to admit it? Ma Chengzhi really has no choice.
