Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1623 Intentional ([-])

Chapter 1623 Intentional ([-])
He Shanshan rushed forward a few steps, and saw that aunt was still running behind. She realized that she hadn't thanked her yet, so she said, "Thank you."

Auntie laughed when she heard this thank you.

Outside the orchard—

"Wait a minute, listen to me," He Qianqian stopped him at the entrance of the orchard.

He and his eldest son, He Guangming, faced a group of at least thirty people in the village.

"Uncle He, I know you can't bear to part with your thousands of chickens, but right now there is nothing you can do, you can't let the chicken plague spread?"

A young man stood up and said loudly.

"That's right, Mr. He, there's nothing you can do right now, you have to cooperate with us," Old Village Chief Zhang also stood up to persuade.

"You guys stop for a while and listen to me, okay?" He Xiangqian shouted helplessly.

But now no one listens to him at all!
When He Shanshan and the others came, what they saw was the scene where the two sides were talking about each other.

If she wanted to get into the encirclement of the crowd, she just squeezed in. Crowding was easy to cause trouble, but if she dared to fly directly over the heads of these people, she would offend the fellow villagers.

After hesitating for a moment, He Shanshan chose to shout: "Please step aside, let me in."

Her voice was loud and clear, and the voices that were talking to each other just now stopped and noticed her.

Everyone in the village recognized He Shanshan, Yang Jiu, and He Leiluo, so they turned sideways to let the three of them in.

Seeing He Shanshan walk in, He Xiangqian smiled helplessly, and beside He Xiangqian's feet was a dying chicken suffering from chicken plague.

"Father, what's the matter?" From her point of view, if there is really a problem with her own chicken, then she has to deal with it quickly instead of letting the chicken plague spread.

"Daughter-in-law, Mrs. Yang, you have to persuade your father. Although it hurts to deal with so many chickens, it's better than letting the chicken plague spread?" Old village chief Zhang began to persuade He Shanshan.

After the old village head Zhang's voice fell, the others immediately followed to persuade He Shanshan not to give her a chance to speak.

She has to listen to them patiently, and she doesn't know when.

He Shanshan put up a small face and raised her hand. People who saw her move immediately fell silent, and those who couldn't see her expression behind the crowd saw that the people in front stopped talking, and followed suit.

"Grandpa Village Chief, don't worry, if there is a problem with our chicken, I will decide whether my father likes it or not, but before that, can I have a few words with my father?"

"Okay," Village Chief Zhang nodded.

He Shanshan looked away and looked at He Xiangqian: "Father, what's going on?"

He Xiangqian hurriedly said, "I found this chicken in the orchard."

"Isn't the chicken coop built in the orchard? Isn't it normal to find it in the orchard?"

Immediately, someone blocked that sentence.

He Shanshan's eyes swept over coldly, and the person who spoke just now immediately pursed his lips tightly and dared not speak.

"Father, keep talking," He Shanshan smiled appropriately, acting calmly, inexplicably bringing people a sense of peace of mind.

The anxious look on He Qianqian's face eased a bit, and he looked at He Guangming who was beside him.

He Guangming was very calm. He understood and took a step forward: "Sister, the thing is like this, haven't we kept the chickens in the chicken coop recently?"

"Ah."

"There is no shortage of chickens in the chicken coop, but we picked up this sick chicken from the fence next to the orchard," He Guangming stated the facts succinctly.

Then He Guangming guessed: "I suspect that someone deliberately threw a sick chicken into the orchard, and the chicken was so sick that it couldn't move, so it just lay motionless by the fence."

"Are our chickens still laying eggs normally?" He Shanshan glanced at everyone around the entrance of the orchard while speaking, trying to find the guilty person among the crowd.

(End of this chapter)