The unexpected happened to Xiao Feng very quickly.
The young chicken seed to know Sun Zhong was dead, and actually nodded four tis towards the grave mound, looking just like it was paying respects in a funeral hall, bowing four tis.
After doing all this, the young chicken raised its head high, fully adopting a victor's posture.
"Interesting."
Xiao Feng muttered to himself, simultaneously bending down to pick up a stone, aiming at the young chicken, exerting force from his wrist, and throwing the stone.
"Swish!"
"Pop!"
The sound of the wind being broken and the sound of the stone hitting the young chicken almost happened simultaneously.
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck!"
The young chicken, in pain, imdiately flapped its wings, its two feet running wildly to escape.
Seeing a feather doing a spin in the air and then falling to the ground, Xiao Feng noticed sothing unusual.
He rembered not long ago, he had hit the young chicken with a stone before.
But that ti it was the tail, so it was understandable it could keep running.
But this ti it hit solidly on the body; with that force, an ordinary young chicken would have at least lost its ability to move, if not died. It was impossible for it to be still so lively.
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng's determination to catch the young chicken beca even more firm.
"Catch that chicken, don't let it run away!" Xiao Feng shouted to Hui Yi and others not far away.
The Martial Monks were all startled.
A chicken?
Where did the chicken co from?
Just as they were thinking, they heard the sound of flapping, and a young chicken flapped its wings as it flew over their heads.
"Plop!"
Hui Er felt as if sothing had dropped on his head, touched his head, and found it sticky.
Bringing his hand in front of his eyes, he saw so red sticky substance on his fingers, sowhat looking like boogers.
Not sure what ca over him, Hui Er rubbed his fingers, put them at his nose and sniffed.
"Ugh!"
The extrely foul and pungent sll almost made Hui Er throw up right away.
He instantly realized what it was. To put it nicely, it was that chicken's excrent. Put bluntly, it was chicken shit.
Hui Er couldn't stand it anymore and angrily said, "Stop standing around, hurry up and catch the chicken!"
Hui Wu rushed out first, using his agility and speed, staying tightly behind the young chicken, ready to catch it as soon as its height decreased.
The others didn't stay idle either, chasing while picking up stones from the ground to throw.
For a while, the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" was endless, and the young chicken was almost hit several tis.
If it was wise enough, it must be panicking now and regretting having pooped just then.
In the bamboo house's backyard, Sun Shijie frowned and said, "Just now, that young chicken..."
"Never mind the chicken for now. If we catch it, we'll have plenty of ti to study it later. Let's first discuss those things left by your ancestors – how do you plan to settle them?" Xiao Feng asked.
Only then did Sun Shijie realize that what he should be most concerned about now was the inheritance left by his ancestors, coveted by thieves.
After pondering for a while, Sun Shijie said, "Since we're heading to Jiangcheng next, we'll figure out how to transfer it to Jiangcheng. Do you have a suitable place?"
"Yes, yes!"
Xiao Feng readily agreed, "My basent is quite large, there's no safer place than there."
"Then put it at your place." Sun Shijie agreed without any hesitation.
Xiao Feng grinned from ear to ear, imdiately agreeing to take care of the transfer work.
About ten minutes later, the Martial Monks walked out of the woods, clutching the young chicken.
"What happened to it?" Xiao Feng found the young chicken, missing nearly one-third of its feathers, a bit hard to accept.
Hui Shiliu replied with a wry face, "Don't ntion it, Brother Feng, you don't know how fast this thing can run. We almost didn't catch it.
Look, it's still flapping. I even suspect whether it's an eagle or a chicken."
"If it was like an ordinary chicken, why would I go to the trouble to catch it?" Xiao Feng replied, not in the best mood.
"???"
The Martial Monks were dumbfounded. What trouble did you go to?
Obviously, you just talked a bit; all the effort ca from us, right?
However, though sowhat discontented in their hearts, nobody dared to provoke Xiao Feng anymore. That's how authority is established.
"Now that the chicken is caught, I have another task for you guys." Xiao Feng said unceremoniously.
Hui Shiqi and Hui Shiba asked simultaneously, "Brother Feng, what task?"
"Move all the stuff below upstairs." Xiao Feng pointed to the bamboo house.
At this, the excitent in the two's eyes slowly faded, seeming quite disappointed.
Hui Yi opened his eyes wide and said, "Boss, you're not planning to have us move those things down the mountain, are you?"
The Martial Monks stared at Xiao Feng with an intense look, their eyes filled with nervousness, as if afraid Xiao Feng would nod.
Luckily, Xiao Feng just shook his head and said, "Just move them to the yard, or an open space outside the yard. I'll figure out a way to get them down the mountain later."
Hui Yi sighed with relief, "When do we start?"
"Now." Xiao Feng replied crisply.
The Martial Monks grimaced, with full reluctance on their faces.
The main point is that such porter work is really too lacking in challenge – it only needs strength. This couldn't help but make one feel a little overqualified.
Of course, Xiao Feng could see the Martial Monks' dissatisfaction, so he imdiately said, "I won't let you work for nothing. Once the stuff is moved, I'll give each of you a car worth around a hundred thousand, and you can choose for yourselves."
As the saying goes, if you want the horse to run, you must give the horse grass. He understood this well.
"Brother Feng!" Hui Shiqi grabbed Xiao Feng's hand, shaking it vigorously, and said excitedly, "I really don't know what to say, really!"
"If you don't know what to say, just don't say anything; hurry and get to work!" Xiao Feng laughed, kicking him lightly.
Hui Shiqi easily dodged, took the keys from Sun Shijie's hand, and went to the bamboo house with his fellow monks, every one of them beaming with joy.
Though they were not without a hundred thousand of their own, this was a free benefit, and what's free should not be wasted.
When it ca to being thrifty, they fully embraced Xiao Feng's philosophy – save where possible, spend sparingly, best not to spend a penny.
After the Martial Monks left, Xiao Feng looked at Sun Shijie, "There shouldn't be a problem with what I just promised them, right?"
"..." Sun Shijie.
He imdiately understood what Xiao Feng's words ant. It was obvious that he ant this money had to co from his own pocket.
"No problem." Sun Shijie replied gloomily, thinking Xiao Feng was too smart. By spending his money, Xiao Feng could gather the hearts of his subordinates, making them grateful to him. It was truly killing two birds with one stone.
Xiao Feng nodded in satisfaction, "There's also the matter of the transportation costs for getting things out next..."
"I'll reimburse that." Sun Shijie said with a dark face.
He really didn't dare say to let Xiao Feng take care of it himself, with costs deducted from the inheritance.
Because with Xiao Feng's recent behavior, Sun Shijie couldn't help but suspect that if he really did that and acted as if he was letting go of control, the other party might dare to turn his entire inheritance into his possessions.
And reimbursent perfectly solved this problem.
After all, with receipts, it would naturally greatly reduce the chance of being cheated.
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