The very thought of Xiyang Food Factory not only rejecting their chickens but also reporting them to the county epidemic prevention department, which resulted in all of the chickens on their farm being buried and disposed of, made Huang Dashun's face turn extremely grim.
He was determined to drag someone down with him.
Huang Dashun's wife was not afraid of anything else but going to court; she did not want to end up in jail.
Hearing Huang Dashun say this, she nodded frantically, "I'll listen to you, we must not go to court, how can we ordinary folks fight against those people, I'll listen to you."
"Just follow me quickly, and keep it down, no more farting."
Another "pfft" sound came out, even louder than their voices.
Huang Dashun's wife felt wronged, "I've caught a cold, and I'm also nervous."
Huang Dashun didn't want to speak more with her, carrying the dead chickens and crouching forward.
