Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Lao Yang's finger and were dumbfounded.

I saw Yang Hualin lying next to the chicken coop with his butt stuck out, his head and the front half of his body already inserted into the narrow door of the chicken coop.

A pair of hands tightly grasped the bamboo of the chicken coop, and the body was shaking violently.

These are the chickens raised by Bao Suyun, a crowing rooster and several egg-laying hens.

It's night now, and the Chicken King is sleeping in the chicken coop with his three wives and four concubines.

Suddenly a bearded face appeared, which frightened the beautiful Rooster King.

The hens were clucking and jumping around in panic in the coop.

This annoyed the big rooster. It flapped its wings, raised its comb, and opened its round eyes.

"Goo!"

"Cuckoo!"

The long and pointed mouth like a hook pecked Yang Hualin's head and face.

The chicken coop where giggles had been heard before was suddenly replaced by Yang Hualin's howling ghosts.

He stuck his butt out, slapped the chicken coop hard with both hands, and twisted his body to pull the head out.

However, it is easy to get in but difficult to get out, you are stuck there.

There was still a lot of chatter inside the chicken coop.

That big rooster is obviously powerful and domineering in its own territory.

He looked like he would not stop until he pecked Yang Hualin to death.

Here, Old Yang came to his senses. The old man slapped his thigh suddenly and hurriedly ran to the chicken coop.

"Quick, quick, everyone, come and help me!"

After a while of scrambling, with the concerted efforts of everyone, Yang Hualin was finally rescued from the chicken coop.

His head was covered with chicken feathers and chicken droppings, and his face was pecked to pieces.

"Second brother, why did you do this?" Old Yang had a headache and was heartbroken. He made a fist with his fingers and beat Yang Hualin on the shoulder.

He was reluctant to give up and tried too hard. In the end, he hugged Yang Hualin and cried instead.

After other people on the side helped pull it out, they didn't dare to come forward again.

Why?

Yang Hualin really stinks, indescribably stinky.

I smelled it from afar, not to mention the night meal, lunch, and breakfast had to be vomited out.

"Brother, what should we do next?" Old Jiangtou asked Old Yangtou, covering his nose.

"Is your second son a bit mad? Should you ask the goddess to ask for some rice, or should you ask the doctor to prescribe medicine?" Lao Jiangtou asked again.

Old Yang Tou was holding Yang Hualin in his arms, crying so much that he burst into tears.

Hearing Old Jiangtou's question, Old Yangtou shook his head blankly.

"I don't know what to do? Oh my god, why is my second child like this?"

"God, why can't you get along with our old Yang family? Can't you just give me a peaceful life?"

"My eldest son is gone. I have pity on my white-haired man and sent him to the black-haired man."

"Just let me die. Don't bother my second son anymore. Second son, please wake up..."

Lao Yang was so strong all his life that he never shed a tear in front of anyone.

Tonight, I sit on the cold ground, holding Yang Hualin in my arms, who is smiling silly and crying silly at other times.

There is nothing the old man can grieve more than his heart dying.

Beside, other people were sighing.

Mrs. Tan also came over alone, although she couldn't see Yang Hualin's embarrassment at the moment.

But Mr. Tan is not stupid. After hearing so much, she understands what is going on.

The old lady also wiped away her tears.

"God is going to destroy our old Yang family, what should we do..."

Young old Yangtou and Wang Hongquan, who soon heard the news, rushed over and were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

"Brother, if it really doesn't work, we have to ask the third brother and the others to come back and take charge of the overall situation!" said little old Yangtou.

Lao Yangtou shook his head: "No way, Lao San and the others are busy looking for Chen'er right now. We can't just go and help look for it. How can we hold them back?"

Little old Yangtou thinks so too.

But when he saw his crazy nephew and former son-in-law, little old Yangtou was also in trouble.

"Tonight, let's invite the old village doctor over to show Lao Er. If we can't look back, we'll send him to Yihechun in town to have a look."

"Here at home, sister-in-law, take the time tomorrow to ask some of your wives to accompany you to the goddess in the next village to ask."

"We doctors want to see it, and we have to believe in gods and Buddhas, so be prepared!"

In the end, little old Yangtou temporarily became the backbone of old Yangtou.

Everyone was in a hurry again, and finally they put Yang Hualin in the basin, washed him, and then put him into clean clothes.

Although it was washed and replaced, the stench is no longer as unbearable as before.

However, when Yang Hualin was forced to lie down on the bed and waited for Uncle Fu to come over for diagnosis, there were only two people in the room, Old Yangtou and Little Old Yangtou, who stayed by the bed to watch.

The others stood at the door of the house very wisely. Even so, they could not help but spit and retching.

Finally, Uncle Fu is here.

Uncle Fu entered the room and came to the bedside. He was so sickened by the smell at first.

"What's going on?" he asked Old Yang Touna.

Old Yangtou then told Uncle Fu everything about what happened before.

Uncle Fu's face became a little gloomy. He came to the bedside and looked around Yang Hualin.

Ask, of course, ask old Yangtou, because Yang Hualin himself had dull eyes, lying there, staring at the roof, grinning stupidly for a while.

A smile trickled down the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he stared again, as if he was quarreling with someone.

For a while, he didn't stare or smile, he was mumbling and dancing around, as if he was holding a conference.

He nodded while talking, but it was a pity that the words that came out of his mouth were a string of gibberish, and Lao Yangtou and the others couldn't understand even a single word!

Uncle Fu finally withdrew his hand and stood beside the bed, frowning and looking at Yang Hualin carefully.

Beside him, Lao Yangtou looked at Uncle Fu's solemn expression, and his heart dropped.

"How's it going? Can my second child be cured?" Old Yangtou couldn't help but ask.

Uncle Fu glanced at Old Yang, "The second brother is mentally disturbed. Maybe it's related to the death of Mrs. Qian last time."

Old Yang was startled for a moment and said: "You mean, our second brother was frightened by what happened to Qian?"

Uncle Fu nodded: "It can't be separated."

Old Yang stopped chewing his head and his face became extremely ugly.

He thought of himself. He still remembered that when he was young, he worked in a restaurant outside and helped kill chickens, pigs, and cows for the first time...

The red blood would simmer in his brain for several days.

I didn't even think about eating, and I didn't even dare to pick up the meat.

I saw the delicious dog and beef served to the guests’ tables.

I can't help but think of the pleading look in the eyes of the old scalper who had been cultivating the fields all his life and was too old to work anymore before he died.

And those dogs...
Chapter completed!