At Zhao Jun's words, the smile on Wang Juan's face froze. This was the chicken Black Tiger had killed the day before. They'd had dumplings to mark the Start of Autumn, so they hadn't gotten around to eating it.
Still, with tears in her eyes, Wang Juan had plucked the chicken. When she cut it open, she found a whole string of unformed eggs inside.
If this chicken hadn't died, it could have laid so many more eggs.
But what was done was done. Wang Juan could only soak the chicken in cold water.
Last night, three generations of the Zhu Family had gone out on their "expedition." Wang Juan couldn't sleep soundly at home. She stayed up until dawn, and when they still hadn't returned, she actually felt a sense of relief.
She reasoned that even if there had been an accident, it couldn't have befallen all three of them. Since none of them had returned, Wang Juan guessed they had successfully hunted the Black Bear and were in the process of dragging it home.
