Finding an Excuse to Talk to the Villagers
The old woman led her to the front of a dilapidated courtyard. When she pushed open the door, the ramshackle structure gave her an unsettling feeling, as if it were on the verge of collapse. However, what bothered Su Yijia the most was the pungent odor that hit her immediately. The ground was covered in chicken droppings, both wet and dry, clearly untouched for a long time. The smell from the outdoor pit toilet only made things worse, causing her legs to tremble.
Despite all this, Su Yijia entered without showing any signs of disgust. Whether in the present or the future, village people had always been known for their strong sense of unity. They were reasonable when needed but could be quite unyielding when they felt offended.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" The old woman called out to the chicken coop, but the aging hen inside showed no signs of movement.
"This old hen, you've been raising it for many years, haven't you?" Su Yijia observed the hen and asked.