In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 182 Truly Miraculous

As they chatted, the conversation naturally turned to Chen Cheng. They couldn't help it; their initial understanding of Chenjia Village began with Chen Cheng, the son-in-law of Xiaohe Village.

Therefore, when many people go to Chenjia Village, the first thing they often inquire about is Chen Cheng.

When Chen Cheng is mentioned, people inevitably think of Zhao Kang, who is about to marry his daughter to him.

"Old Zhao has really found a good son-in-law!"

A middle-aged woman couldn't help but sigh, "Chen Chengsheng is so tall and strong, you can tell at a glance that he's a capable man. He can also get two taels of silver from Chen Dao's family every month. After Old Zhao's daughter marries him, she'll probably become a rich lady!"

"That's right! Chen Cheng's family is so rich, Zhao Kang's daughter will definitely live a good life if she marries into their family!"

"It's a pity that my daughter didn't marry Chen Cheng!"

"The village chief's daughter will definitely be good if she marries into that family."

"Yes! Although Chen Mu is not as good as Chen Cheng, he is still a villager of Chenjia Village. It is not a problem for him to eat white flour steamed buns every day."

"..."

Envy spread among the crowd. During this period, whenever Zhao Kang was mentioned, the villagers of Xiahe Village could not help but feel envious. There was no way around it; Zhao Kang's daughter had married such a good husband that it was hard not to be envious.

"Have you heard? Zhao Kang's family killed a chicken and ate it the other day! My house is close to his, and I smelled the meat all night long. It smelled so good that I couldn't sleep at all!"

"Kill a chicken to eat? Zhao Kang is really that willing?"

"How could we not be willing? They're marrying off two daughters at once, and the dowry alone included four chickens. Killing one to eat is nothing!"

"Damn it, Zhao Kang is really on a winning streak! He's living like a god!"

"..."

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Fuhu Boxing Gym.

Xu Zhiwen and Li Hu sat facing each other at the stone table, sipping tea while watching Li Ying practice the Tiger-Taming Fist in the open space.

During this time, Xu Zhiwen and Li Hu's relationship has become increasingly close. When there is nothing to do at the county government office, Xu Zhiwen always likes to come to the Fuhu Boxing Hall to sit and chat with Li Hu.

"Xiao Ying should already be an eighth-rank martial artist, right?"

Xu Zhiwen looked at Li Ying practicing her boxing and asked.

"Not bad!"

Li Hu couldn't help but smile. Originally, he had thought that it would take Li Ying at least three more months to become an eighth-grade martial artist. However, thanks to the help of the Blood Feather Chicken, Li Ying has made rapid progress and was promoted to the eighth grade a week ago. Now, he has stabilized at the eighth grade level.

"This Bloodfeathered Chicken is truly amazing!"

Xu Zhiwen couldn't help but recall Chen Dao's slightly handsome yet somewhat immature face. During this period, Li Ying wasn't the only one who had made rapid progress; Zhang He, one of Xu Zhiwen's subordinates, had also advanced to become a ninth-rank martial artist.

The reason for their rapid progress was simply the blood-feathered chicken provided by Chen Dao.

Without the Blood Feather Chicken, Li Ying would never have been able to advance to the eighth rank so quickly, and Zhang He would never have become a martial artist so quickly.

The thought of the blood-feathered chicken reminded Xu Zhiwen of last night's dinner.

Xu Zhiwen had just returned home after a busy day at the county government office last night when his wife, Madam Wu, brought him a bowl of chicken soup and said, “Husband, this is a yellow-feathered chicken that I bought in the East Market today. This chicken is exceptionally plump and delicious, and it’s very nourishing to make soup. Please try it!”

Yellow-feathered chicken?

Xu Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the chicken soup in the casserole and realized that this chicken was very different from the chickens he had seen before. Not only was there more oil in the chicken soup, but the chicken skin was also golden in color, which was very different from the gray-feathered chickens he usually saw.

"Madam, what is the origin of this yellow-feathered chicken?" Xu Zhiwen couldn't help but ask.

"I do not know either."

Madam Wu shook her head and continued, "However, I heard from the farmer's son who sold the chickens that they were caught in the Cangmang Mountains. I saw that the chickens had golden feathers and a pleasing appearance, so I spent one and a half taels of silver to buy two of them!"

A farmer's son, captured in the vast mountains...

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhiwen couldn't help but picture Chen Dao's face. Chen Dao was also from a farming family, and the blood-feathered chickens he sold... were said to be caught in the vast mountains.

Of course, Xu Zhiwen, who had personally visited Chenjia Village, knew very well that he didn't know whether the Blood Feather Chicken was captured in the Cangmang Mountains, but he was certain that Chen Dao's family raised a considerable number of Blood Feather Chickens.

Not only the blood-feathered chicken, but even the yellow-feathered chicken in front of us is very likely raised by Chen Dao's family.

When Xu Zhiwen was at Chen Dao's house last time, he saw that Chen Dao's backyard had a lot of chickens with golden feathers and much larger size than gray-feathered chickens.

Xu Zhiwen was almost certain that the so-called yellow-feathered chicken that his wife, Wu, bought in the East Market was sold by Chen Dao.

"lady."

Xu Zhiwen picked up the chicken soup and took a sip. He found that the chicken soup was indeed extremely delicious, and it also had a faint aroma of oil. The taste was much better than the chicken soup made from gray-feathered chickens: "Why is this chicken so expensive?"

Nowadays, a gray-feathered chicken costs only about 200 coins on the market, but a yellow-feathered chicken sells for 750 coins, which is obviously unreasonable.

Of course, Xu Zhiwen did not mean to blame Wu for spending money recklessly. Although he was not a corrupt official, his family was not short of 700 coins. He was just asking subconsciously.

"The farmer's son said that it was very difficult for them to catch this yellow-feathered chicken, and that its golden feathers symbolized wealth and nobility, so they sold it for a higher price," Wu replied.

Not easy to capture?

Xu Zhiwen didn't believe a word of this. He only glanced at Chen Dao's yellow-feathered chickens and knew that there were no fewer than several hundred of them. The claim that they were difficult to catch was just an excuse to inflate the price.

Of course, Xu Zhiwen didn't say this out loud, but continued to ask, "What does that farmer's son look like?"

"Looks like..."

After recalling for a moment, Madam Wu said, "They looked too ordinary, I don't remember them very clearly."

That definitely isn't Chen Dao!

Xu Zhiwen thought to himself that although Chen Dao's skin was a bit dark, his face was handsome and he could easily attract the attention of women. If it was Chen Dao who was selling chickens, Wu would definitely remember him.

but……

Although the chicken seller wasn't Chen Dao, he must have some connection to Chen Dao, since in the entire Taiping County, no one but Chen Dao could produce such a unique breed of chicken.

"Madam, how are these chickens selling in the East Market?"

"They're selling very well! When I bought the chickens, there were hardly any left on that farmer's stall."

"That's it!"

Xu Zhiwen finished the chicken soup in one gulp, looking thoughtful.

The fact that yellow-feathered chickens are so expensive yet so popular shows that there are still quite a few wealthy families in the city.