When the weather is cold, chicks cannot survive, so large-scale chicken farming can only raise two batches a year, one in early spring and the other in midsummer.
It is already autumn, and the chickens at Jindaomen have just grown up. In another month, they will be ready for sale. If they are killed now, the business in the second half of the year will be very bad.
The leader of the Golden Sword Sect looked at the blood and feathers all over the floor, shaking with anger: "What's going on?"
"Blood blade..." The chicken farm manager trembled as he handed over a thin blade. He received the letter yesterday, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was too busy during the day to take it out and read it in the evening. When he tore open the envelope, a blade fell out.
Seeing the bloody blade, the manager was so frightened that he lost his soul. It was already dark and there was nowhere to escape, so he could only hide in the cellar with his wife and children. The next day, he crawled out trembling and found that no one was killed. While he was wondering, he saw a floor full of decapitated chickens.
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