Heavenly Blessed Baby: Fleeing Famine, Busy to Prosper!-Chapter 86: Grandma, Share the Soup

"Everyone’s back! It’s all fine!"

Qi Quanjin knew his mother was worried about them, so he hurriedly raised his voice to reply.

At this moment, everyone could see the things hanging and carried on these people.

Wild chickens!

All wild chickens!

Some had their claws tied and dangled by hand, while others were strung together, hanging over their shoulders.

There were even some carried directly on their backs.

At a glance, there must have been at least twenty or thirty.

"Goodness, did the Qi Family’s youngsters stumble upon a wild chicken nest? How did they end up with so many wild chickens!"

A villager who had followed along couldn’t help but exclaim upon witnessing the scene.

Some couldn’t help swallowing their saliva as they looked at the wild chickens.

Oh dear, with so many wild chickens, the Qi Family might have enough for each person to have one!

The news that the Qi Family had entered the forest once and caught a lot of wild chickens quickly spread throughout the village.

The villagers all looked enviously and jealously toward the Qi Family.

However, the atmosphere at the Qi home wasn’t as pleasant.

"Each one of you really has some nerve, huh? Daring to enter the woods when it’s dark! Dalang, bring out the rolling pin, your old lady is going to break these little rascals’ legs today!"

Mrs. Qi was no longer crying, standing with her hands on her hips to scold her worrisome grandsons.

Qi Dalang and Qi Erlang looked down, not daring to make a sound.

They had run over without thinking after seeing the wild chickens. Thinking back now, they felt truly scared.

If something had happened, wouldn’t their parents, grandparents, be utterly heartbroken?

Hmm...

Perhaps not, their mother would certainly be heartbroken.

But their grandparents... might just be a little upset!

After all, if nothing else, there are plenty of grandsons in their family.

They thought this but didn’t dare say it out loud.

Wang Daya was crying, patting her two sons’ backs while cursing: "You two little rascals, trying to take your old mother’s life, aren’t you? If something happened to you two, how would I live?"

Qi Dafu scratched his head, his instinct told him not to fetch the rolling pin.

But looking at these two sons made him angry too.

"Mom, please sit and rest, I’ll take care of them."

Qi Dafu eventually decided not to fetch the rolling pin.

The sons deserved a beating, but not with the rolling pin; it would hurt him to hurt them.

However, kicking them a couple of times would be fine.

Thus, Qi Dafu raised his leg to kick his eldest son’s backside.

Just then, Qi Manman rushed over and stood directly in front of Qi Dalang.

Her small arms stretched wide, with a serious face: "You’re not allowed to hit big brother! Big brother went to find wild chickens for me, you can’t hit him!"

"Oh, my Manbao!"

Mrs. Qi quickly stepped up to hug her precious granddaughter.

But Qi Manman stuck out her neck and said very seriously, "Grandma, don’t hit my brothers!"

"Alright, alright, we won’t hit them."

Upon hearing her little granddaughter’s request, how could Mrs. Qi refuse?

Qi Dafu, standing nearby, was caught with his leg in the air, unsure whether to put it down or kick.

What now? His mother said not to hit them, should he kick or not?

Qi Quanjin stepped over and helped his big brother stand up, sternly saying to Qi Dalang and Qi Erlang, "You two are the eldest and second brothers, role models for your younger siblings. Today is a first offense, so we won’t hold it against you. But if there’s a next time, even if Manbao pleads for you, or your grandparents, we won’t let you off lightly."

With these words, today’s issue was considered closed.

Qi Dalang and Qi Erlang weren’t foolish; they knew that apologizing and softening up at this moment was the most effective, so they quickly agreed.

Qi Shilang, who had just been frightened, didn’t dare mention eating chicken legs now, just staying nestled in his mother’s arms without moving.

Qi Manman wasn’t afraid of any of it, pointing at the wild chickens: "Grandma, let’s roast chicken legs, okay?"

"Okay, okay!"

Mrs. Qi, no longer worried about her sons and grandsons, had her heart and eyes entirely set on her precious granddaughter again.

"Dalang, take the boys at home to handle these wild chickens. Fourth daughter-in-law, you handle today’s wild chickens."

Mrs. Qi ordered.

Everyone hurriedly got busy.

Plucking the feathers, boiling the water.

To prevent the wild chickens from pecking, Qi Quanjin and the others had already twisted their necks once caught.

Now the handling was much easier.

Qi Zheng looked over at his sons and grandsons squatting by the water cleaning the wild chickens, and then at his granddaughter chattering in his wife’s arms, feeling quite complex.

He had initially had a hint of disbelief but was now entirely convinced that his little granddaughter was a fairy fallen from the heavens.

See, she wanted to eat chicken legs, and now they caught so many wild chickens.

At the same time, he was worried.

His little granddaughter wanted chicken legs, hence so many wild chickens.

If someday she wanted to eat tiger meat, would they face a tiger?

As soon as this thought rose, Qi Zheng hurriedly suppressed it.

He couldn’t dwell on it; the more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

He patted his tobacco pipe, then his tobacco pouch.

Alas, not much tobacco left.

Forget it, better save it!

Qi Zheng stuck the pipe back into his waistband, hands behind his back, heading toward Mrs. Qi: "Old woman."

With a call, his wife didn’t even spare him a glance.

Mrs. Qi, in a good mood from her granddaughter’s antics, had no time for her old husband.

Qi Zheng, unwillingly, called again.

Only then did Mrs. Qi unwillingly glare at her husband: "What?"

"Ahem!"

Qi Zheng was even more helpless under her gaze, but he still said, "Just now, many from the village came to help search the woods. It’s a goodwill gesture. You see, these wild chickens..."

"Thinking of getting free wild chickens, no way!"

Mrs. Qi refused without a second thought.

What a joke, those are chicken legs that her little granddaughter wanted, how can they give them away?

Qi Zheng was choked again.

The refusal was so swift, should he be resentful or continue persuading?

Just then, Qi Manman suddenly said, "Grandma, share the soup, share the soup."

"Share what soup?"

Mrs. Qi, puzzled, looked at her granddaughter.

With her innocent voice, Qi Manman said, "Share the soup with the uncles. They’re good people."

She had noticed earlier, those uncles who wanted to help in the woods, had a bit of gold around them.

Though not as shiny as Grandpa Jin before, having gold means they’re definitely good people.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Qi immediately instructed a few daughters-in-law busy nearby, "Cut a few wild chickens into pieces later and stew them, then send some to the families who offered help."

The daughters-in-law had already heard what the father-in-law and mother-in-law said earlier.

Whether to give or not, they were fine either way.

Not giving had its reasons.

Giving had its excuses.

But now, hearing their mother-in-law’s instructions, they quickly agreed.

Give, then give, they had plenty of wild chickens!

A few more or a few less wouldn’t affect their family’s feast tonight.