Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Foolish Son_1
Luo Qiujue’s words greatly piqued Qin Feng’s interest.
"Elder Luo, you mentioned that the Pei Family’s feed is dirty, but what do you mean by ’dirty’?"
"I didn’t say anything, I’ve said nothing. I’m not selling these chickens. You go find Pei Rongkun yourself on the southern slope of the mountain. He’s Sheng Cuifang’s man, in charge of raising chickens.
You want to eat their chickens, don’t you? That whole mountainside is covered with their chickens, a total of over a hundred thousand, all over the hills and fields.
They even hired some internet celebrity to live stream and sell those dirty chickens all over the country."
Sold all over the country?
These words from Luo Qiujue stunned Qin Feng.
Because it gave him a bad feeling.
Luo Qiujue turned around and left, paying no more attention to Qin Feng.
Just then, Chen Youqiang came out of the house.
In his hand, he clutched a chick that had just hatched, not cradling it, but pinching the chick’s neck instead.
At the same time, Qin Feng noticed drool hanging from the corner of Chen Youqiang’s mouth.
Just looking at him, you could tell he was simple-minded!
Seeing this, Luo Qiujue immediately panicked, picked up a small twig, and charged over.
"You worthless thing, I told you not to pinch the chicks’ necks, not to pinch, and you still pinch!
Your mother hatched only thirty chicks, and in two days, you’ve pinched eighteen to death, you little good-for-nothing!
Watch me not beat you to death today!"
Luo Qiujue hit Chen Youqiang’s backside with the twig, and after getting whacked, Chen Youqiang, still twisting the chick, started to run.
Though this son was mentally slow, his body was healthy, and he could run exceptionally fast.
Luo Qiujue, this middle-aged woman, couldn’t outrun a man in his twenties.
Chasing after him, panting and out of breath, she still couldn’t catch her foolish son, and she was forced to stop.
One hand on her hip, the other wielding the twig, she roared like a lioness: "You come here!"
"I... I won’t, you’re going to hit me."
"Come here, mom won’t hit you."
"Mom’s not allowed to lie, lying is struck by lightning."
Chen Youqiang, this greatly filial son, said these words, causing Luo Qiujue chest pain from anger.
What sins did she commit in her past life?
How did she end up with such a foolish son?
"Come here, I’m not lying to you."
Luo Qiujue said, but the twig in her hand didn’t drop.
The simple-minded Chen Youqiang, of course, believed his mother’s words and tip-toed over.
As soon as he got close, Luo Qiujue grabbed him, then began wildly thrashing him with the twig.
Although her movements looked forceful, each hit was actually light. But that didn’t stop Chen Youqiang from howling in feigned agony.
Xue Xiaochan found this amusing and said to Qin Feng, "See that? If you dare disobey your mother, she’ll whip you with a twig until you howl just like that."
After saying that, Xue Xiaochan even picked up a twig and symbolically struck Qin Feng on the backside.
Chen Youqiang, who’d been spanked, didn’t dare twist the chick’s neck anymore. He held the chick with both hands and went back into the house.
From the previous words Luo Qiujue had spoken, one could draw at least two conclusions. First, she hated the Pei Family; second, she knew some of the Pei Family’s secrets.
If Chen Youqiang’s foolishness could be cured, Luo Qiujue was sure to say something about it.
"Ah!"
Looking at Chen Youqiang’s appearance, Luo Qiujue let out a long sigh.
Due to her constant hard work, her chronic condition had flared up again these days, causing her back and lower back pain, with occasional spells of sudden dizziness, and her health was declining day by day.
If something happened to her one day, what would become of her foolish son?
Seizing the opportunity, Qin Feng walked over.
"Elder Luo, is there a problem with your son’s head?"
Luo Qiujue didn’t answer Qin Feng’s question but retorted irritably, "Why haven’t you left yet? What does it matter to you whether my son’s brain has a problem?"
"I am a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, I might be able to cure him."
Qin Feng’s response brought some skepticism from Luo Qiujue.
She looked Qin Feng up and down and said incredulously, "You? A practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine? A boy who hasn’t even grown out his full beard, a practitioner? At most, you could be an apprentice, right?
My son’s head does have a problem, but many doctors couldn’t cure him. Even Immortal Zhen, the most famous healer within ten miles, couldn’t do anything. And you can?"
"Stop bluffing here. No matter what scheme you’re plotting, I won’t believe you," she said.
The Immortal Zhen Luo Qiujue spoke of was named Zhen Haoren, an elderly practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, famous in these parts.
Many people, who couldn’t be cured by the top hospitals in the cities even after spending hundreds of thousands, found relief with Zhen Haoren, by spending only a few thousand yuan and a few prescriptions.
His exceptional medical skills led to word-of-mouth praise, which eventually gained him the moniker of Immortal Zhen.
"Since you took your son to see that Immortal Zhen, he must have seen you too, right?
Immortal Zhen is so awesome, he’s even called a ’immortal.’ He should have noticed your chronic condition, right?"
Qin Feng’s question caught Luo Qiujue off guard.
However, she quickly explained, "Going to Immortal Zhen for a consultation was for him to look at the patient, not me. Since I didn’t ask Immortal Zhen to examine me, of course it wasn’t necessary for him to look at me.
Moreover, at my age, who doesn’t have some old ailments?
These old problems of mine have been with me for many years; I’ve grown accustomed to them, and they don’t hinder me."
"Don’t hinder you? If I’m not mistaken, you’ve fainted three times in the past month. You suffered palpitations and shortness of breath, and nearly died on the spot each time.
Your old ailments may not affect your daily life when they’re dormant, but once they flare up, they can threaten your life.
If something were to happen to you, what would your foolish son do? Could you rest in peace, leaving him alone in this world?"
With a skeptical attitude, Luo Qiujue asked, "Can you cure my chronic conditions? Can you cure my son?"
"Maybe we could give it a try."
"How much will you charge to treat me and my son?"
"To ’hang the pot to help the world’ and treat the sick is not about the money; it’s about relieving the suffering of patients. If I manage to cure you, Elder Luo, letting me take a few chickens home to eat will suffice."
"If you can cure me and my son, not just a few chickens, but all the chickens on this hillside can be yours.
From now on, whenever you feel like eating chicken, just come and catch one.
You can not only have chicken, but you’re welcome to take as many free-range eggs as you want too. Whatever I have here is yours for the taking!"
Luo Qiujue led Qin Feng and Xue Xiaochan back to her house.
The main room had an Eight Immortals table and was lit by an electric light.
On another small table lay a 14-inch black-and-white television, the kind with knobs.
This thing was an antique from twenty or thirty years ago.
Chen Youqiang was sitting on a low stool, watching TV, where a cartoon was playing. Although the screen was filled with static, one could still make out the image, broadcasting Ultraman.
