"COUGH, COUGH…" Zhu Dashan's chin was raised as he coughed violently. Zhu Jiang dutifully patted him on the back.
But Zhu Dashan raised a hand, gestured toward the outer room, and said, "Hurry, go take a look."
The grandfather and grandson scrambled off the kang bed and went into the outer room, only to see Wang Juan standing dazedly by the door.
Zhu Dashan went to the door and looked out. He saw Black Tiger, who was supposed to be tied up in the storage shed. The dog had somehow broken free and was now lying in the middle of the yard.
Pinned between its two front paws was a hen.
The hen's throat had been bitten through, and blood was slowly trickling from the wound on its neck.
"Son of a..." The furious Zhu Jiang pushed past Zhu Dashan and Wang Juan. But the moment he charged out the door, he stopped short. He glanced left and right, then took two steps back to grab a shovel leaning in the corner before rushing straight at Black Tiger to beat it.
