The Lucky Farmgirl

Zhou SiLang broke off the thorn branches with the hoe, carefully pulling them out and tossing them aside before proceeding to hoe at the roots of the thornbush.

He didn’t uproot the thornbush but simply broke it and moved it to the side to make it easier for people to come and go.

Manbao took the opportunity to stuff the plants she was holding into Keke’s hands, then stretched and yawned as she looked around.

There were many small animals in the mountains, and she spotted a rather pretty wild chicken flapping its wings and landing not far away. Sensing her gaze, it clucked and flew up to the trees, quickly disappearing from sight.

Zhou SiLang turned to look and glanced at the vanished wild chicken. He said, "Don’t even think about it, no one in our village except Zhou Hu can catch wild chickens."

"Didn’t Third Brother catch one before?"

"That was a blind cat running into a dead rat," Zhou SiLang, working hard, replied: "At the time, Dalang was trying to catch a wild chicken. He pounced, and as the chicken took flight, flying right over our heads, Second Brother hit it with a stick, striking its wing, and then it fell right in front of Third Brother, who just lifted his foot and stomped it to death."

Manbao: ...

"See, besides that time, when have we ever caught a wild chicken?"

Manbao sighed. "It seems our family has no destiny with wild chickens."

That wasn’t exactly true; when he was younger, they did have such fate, but only with his little uncle.