CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK...
A rooster strutted arrogantly before Zheng Fan and his barbarian soldiers, as if declaring its sovereignty!
This sight even left Blind Bei at a loss for words.
They had painstakingly traveled from the north to the south, only to inherit a...chicken coop?
Fanli said with a good-natured laugh, "From now on, we can eat eggs every day."
Zheng Fan took a deep breath. He felt like someone who had just met the real person behind an online romantic interest—expecting Sister Zhiling but getting Ruhua instead...
"Who's there?"
At this moment, an old man walked out of the chicken farm.
The old man wore ragged leather armor and held a pottery jar, scattering chicken feed as he walked out.
Upon seeing Zheng Fan and the dense mass of barbarian soldiers behind him, the old man first hesitated. Then, striding forward with his pottery jar, he pointed at Zheng Fan and challenged, "Who are you?!"
