Tong Yan looked toward the source of the voice and, sure enough, saw Old Mrs. Su hurrying over.
When she saw these poultry, she had a premonition that her good grandpa and grandma had come to stay.
And it turned out she was right.
Old Mrs. Su was wearing a colorful cotton shirt, a headband in her hair, black pants, and cloth shoes on her legs, looking very energetic, like a festive old lady. But her expression said otherwise.
"Was it you who killed them? This is murder for property! I'm calling the police. Do you think we're easy to bully like this? I'm calling the police, I'm going to…" Old Mrs. Su's eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to swallow Little Nine whole, her gestures like she was ready to tear someone apart.
For farmers, poultry and crops are like lifeblood; if something goes wrong, they will absolutely fight you over it.
So, Old Mrs. Su, seeing her poultry all gone, was naturally anxious.
"Grandma," Tong Yan called out.
