"Come on, uncle, let's talk!" Rong Ziyin took advantage of the village chief's inattention, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the crowd.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The village head was startled immediately, thinking how did this young man look so gentle and gentle?Pulling him was like being pulled by a cow.

But in the next moment, he was surrounded by Rong Ziyin and his group.

In Luo Xia's words, Rong Ziyin is the kind of thousand-year-old dog demon who takes half a piece of human skin and comes out to harm the world.

After just a while without looking, the village head was planted with the hair tonic of one of the three giants of Rong Ziyin's micro-business brand, and even ate boneless duck feet with Rong Ziyin for no reason.

"No, what's going on?" The tense atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The police here are still confronting the villagers with swords and guns, and Rong Ziyin and the village chief look like they are going to have a drink together?

The point is what are they eating?Oh, that fragrance, I can smell it from a long distance.

At this time, the village head was not as easy as they imagined, and it could be said that he was in dire straits.

Rong Ziyin is really good at talking, but in just ten minutes, he sold him a bottle of hair tonic and two catties of boneless duck feet.

Added up to a huge sum of one hundred yuan, he sold six little roosters.But the key point is that he can't refuse!

After all, he ate the duck's paw, carried the shampoo in his arms, and he was still in the enemy army.If you say no now, won't you be beaten to death?

Looking at Old Wu's extraordinarily mighty and majestic figure, the village chief's eyes became more and more awed.

Rong Ziyin saw the needle, "Don't be afraid! He didn't bring a real gun."

So they still have real guns? !The village head looked at Rong Ziyin with wide eyes in horror.

[Fear value 1000]

Rong Ziyin patted the village chief on the shoulder and continued, "Uncle, don't be nervous. We are really good people."

[Fear value 1000]

What, what kind of good man can carry a gun with him!The village chief's lips trembled, and he was even more speechless.

Don't look at the fact that he led the villagers to confront the police before, it was because they knew that the police would not dare to do anything to them.

But Rong Ziyin's group is different, those from the capital, I heard that they are not stingy!

Sure enough, as soon as the village head softened his attitude, Rong Ziyin took out the "Public Security Clause" and started to scare him.

"Uncle! Look at you, you can be regarded as my benefactor's father. The business is successful, and we can be regarded as friends. Let me tell you from the bottom of my heart, blocking the entrance of the village like this is not good!"

When mentioning the village, the village chief came to his senses, "What's wrong? This is our own land!"

"Don't talk nonsense, in a communist society, the land belongs to the state."

"But the title deed is written in our own name."

"What can I do? You are not from Huaguo? Don't you also belong to the country?"

"Well, that's true."

"Right!" Rong Ziyin continued to fool the village chief, "So you can't gather crowds to make trouble like this! This is called breaking the law!"

"What?"

"Breaking the law! The laws and regulations are clearly written. If you gather a crowd to make trouble, you will be jailed. And the sentence depends on the severity of the circumstances. Just like you who block the entrance of the village, you can call the police from the provincial capital to come over. Take them all away."

"With so many of us, can they catch them?"

"Yes! If you gather a crowd to make trouble and insist on not correcting it, you can be arrested! As many as you have, you will be arrested. After the education is over, I will release you."

"!!!" The village chief's eyes widened, thinking that Rong Ziyin was talking nonsense.

But Rong Ziyin took out his mobile phone and quickly searched for several people who gathered to make troubles in recent years. Among them, there was a group of people who were directly defined as cults and sentenced to heavy sentences.

The village head is an honest farmer, and his ancestors have been in the village for generations. At first glance, these are also shocking.

And when Rong Ziyin said the following words, his voice was quite loud, and the villagers behind could hear them very clearly, and a lot of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

The common people are afraid of officials, and if they are not really forced to that extent, no one wants to use their heads as sacrifices.

Thus, a vigorous confrontation was resolved in Rong Ziyin's successful micro-business transaction.

The few policemen in the town watched Rong Ziyin and the village head walk into the village shoulder to shoulder, feeling a little dreamy.

As for the rest of the villagers, they didn't dare to raise their hoes at them anymore.They all followed behind obediently.

As for Rong Ziyin and his group, the newcomers also looked at Rong Ziyin with admiration.

Speaking from the heart, their team leader is really reliable!Even such difficult ideological problems can be straightened out quickly.

However, Luo Xia couldn't help sighing that they were too young, but it didn't matter, anyway, in a few days, they would be able to taste what kind of person Rong Ziyin really is, no, what kind of dog it should be!

Perhaps it was too biased, the situation in the village was far more serious than what Rong Ziyin and the others had accepted.

All the livestock that can be seen are emaciated, especially the sick chickens, many of them are dying to stand up.

"This is..." Luo Xia frowned, subconsciously took a step back.

Rong Ziyin quickly took out the medical gloves and put them on, went straight into the chicken coop, grabbed a sick chicken and came out.

A six-month-old rooster is at its most frustrating time.If it was a healthy chicken, Rong Ziyin would have called out by flapping his wings when he lifted it up like this.

However, this one not only didn't bark, but even his eyes became slack.Rong Ziyin lifted the chicken upside down and shook it, and the corner of the chicken's mouth was dripping with dark brown saliva, and it also exuded a strong stench.

Rorschach's face suddenly became ugly, and the researchers following him also saw something wrong.

"Newcastle disease." Rong Ziyin sighed, and handed the chicken to Luo Xia for their follow-up visit.

Rorschach and the others came to the same conclusion after reading it.

The village chief stayed by his side all the time, and when he saw Rong Ziyin, he could tell what kind of disease he was at a glance, and he became more eager, "What, leader, can our chicken be cured?"

This question made Luo Xia's heart tremble, and subconsciously shook his head at Rong Ziyin, as if wanting him not to speak.

On the way into the village, the village chief also explained to them why they were blocked from entering.To put it bluntly, it's still for these chickens.

This village is not considered a breeding base in the traditional sense, but these chickens are the biggest guarantee for the villagers to survive smoothly in the coming year.

The village is dominated by mountains and forests, and farmland is scarce. Fortunately, the previous village official who came to support was knowledgeable and suggested that they try raising chickens in forest land, and found a sales channel for them, which allowed the village to build roads smoothly.

Unexpectedly, within two years, the chickens suddenly became ill.When the village head first sent out the letter for help, he hoped that someone from the city would help cure the chicken, but unexpectedly, the receipt he received clearly stated that it was recommended to burn the chicken on the spot for infectious diseases.

"How could we be willing to do this! We also fed the free-range chickens with our own hands! There is so much food in the mountains and forests."

"It's really going to burn, and all our hard work this year will be ruined. The key chicken is gone, so what will we rely on for food next year?"

Rong Ziyin and others who are engaged in scientific research can empathize with the words of the village chief.Just now Luo Xia hinted that Rong Ziyin just hoped that he could tell everyone the result slowly.

But even so, Rong Ziyin still told the truth.

"It's Newcastle disease, it's chicken plague."

"Then what kind of treatment?"

"There is no good way, but to burn it on the spot." Rong Ziyin's face was rarely without a smile.But the village chief and the surrounding villagers were about to collapse.

"So many chickens, are they all burned?"

"Well, everything that is sick is to be burned."

"Not one left?"

"Yes, not one left."

"..." It was as if he was stunned. The village chief didn't respond for a while, but the person next to him who reacted cried out first.

"No! No! This is my family's life! If you want to burn it, burn it with me!"

"Yes, it can be cured for sure, it's all you quack doctor, you are talking nonsense!"

The sad atmosphere finally reached its peak, and the desperate villagers urgently needed an emotional breakthrough. In the end, they overtook the village chief and reached out to Rong Ziyin.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Throw out the quack doctor!"

After all, they were still afraid of Rong Ziyin's accusation of gathering crowds to make trouble, so they didn't dare to really make trouble, but drove Rong Ziyin and his party out of the village with their hands.

Standing on the small road, looking at the village entrance that was tightly blocked again, Luo Xia was almost annoyed by these gangsters.

But on second thought, what could they do?The livestock they depend on for survival are seriously ill, and there will be no rations for next year.These people are poor and frightened, and they were taken back as soon as there was a glimmer of light. If they were replaced by themselves, they would have collapsed.

"Hey, why is it Newcastle disease!" Someone couldn't help but sighed, but it seemed to reach everyone's heart.

Rong Ziyin finally spoke after a while, "That's why I started the project."

"Newcastle disease, duck tuberculosis, there are too many such diseases that are not recommended to be treated or cannot be treated. For veterinarians, it is just an ordinary medical case. Although the country can subsidize the seedlings, in the final analysis, hard work and food are real. lost."

"The most important thing is time. Although the growth period of poultry is very short, just a few months is enough to ruin a family."

"Yes!" Luo Xia and Rong Ziyin had been to several other epidemic villages before, so they could empathize with them even more.

But now, their empathy is actually not important, what is important is how to persuade the villagers to dispose of the sick chickens immediately.

Otherwise, after a long time, their village will not be able to continue raising chickens in the future.

Because Newcastle disease is different from others, this virus is afraid of high temperature, but can survive at low temperature for a very long time. Some frozen chickens, even after two years of freezing, still have the virus alive.

The more troublesome point is that the Newcastle disease virus can attach to other poultry, not to get sick, but to survive.

Therefore, if the virus cannot be quickly processed and disinfected to allow the virus to persist for a long time, the chickens raised in the village may still be infected and cause huge losses.

Rorschach and the others were quite worried.On the contrary, Rong Ziyin was quite calm.

Luo Xia couldn't help asking him, "Rong! Are you not in a hurry?"

Rong Ziyin glanced at him, "It's okay, I have a solution."

Luo Xia subconsciously felt that Rong Ziyin's idea might not be a good idea.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, Rong Ziyin asked Lao Wu to take out a huge speaker from his suitcase, as well as a special speaker for auntie square dancing.

Then, using the recording function of the speaker, the science popularization of Newcastle disease was recorded.

"Wait, Rong! Calm down!" Luo Xia thought of a possibility, and subconsciously wanted to stop Rong Ziyin.

However, Rong Ziyin was quick and Rorschach was too late.

So, three seconds later, all the villagers in the village suddenly heard a loud noise, followed by the most familiar soundtrack to the post-[-]s generation.

"Dick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick, my little one, the little trumpet program is starting to broadcast!"

"Today, I want to tell you a horror story, the story of Newcastle disease..."

The author has something to say: Villagers: I don’t want to hear it, please shut up.

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