The moment Zhao Jun pulled open the door to the Li Family's house, he knew what had happened.
A hen lay in front of the stove, blood seeping from its neck.
This was one of the hens the Tao Family had given to Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu when they returned from the Yongxing Brigade.
After they brought it back, Jin Xiaomei had been carefully raising it. Just as the weather warmed up for spring, the hen had started laying eggs.
Judging by its claws, the chicken was just a little over two years old—the prime age for laying eggs.
In the last couple of days, the two hens had just started laying in sync, contributing two eggs a day to the Li Family.
This was already a rare boon, and it had made Jin Xiaomei so happy she couldn't stop smiling.
But unexpectedly, one of the hens had fallen prey to Black Tiger's deadly jaws today.
Bursts of "AWOO, AWOO" came from the inner room. The sound was so loud that the Li Family didn't even notice someone had opened the door and come in.
