A few years ago, people in the village called my house the "Li Family Blockhouse", which meant that the courtyard wall of my house was as airtight as the blockhouse.

Other people's yards are square, but the walls of my yard are round. From a distance, it looks a bit like a ring fortification during the war.

Within a few years, people in the village called my family "Lijiafeng" again.

Because, that year, a Feng Shui master came to the village. He didn’t know why he was ill, so he wanted to go into my yard to have a look. As a result, my dad carried him out by his arms.

That Feng Shui master was yelling outside my house, saying that my dad was pretending to understand. He built a Feng Shui bureau that said "The Universe Shines on the Moon" but trapped Shi Yazi in it. That was not a Feng Shui supporter, but a tomb and monument for himself.

, sooner or later you will have to cut off your descendants.

When my father went out, he gave that man two slaps on the ear, and he almost got into a fight with the owner who invited him. From then on, people in the village didn't like to deal with my family anymore.

However, my dad didn't care. He didn't talk to the villagers very much and rarely left the house. He stayed at home raising chickens all day long.

Others only raise two roosters at most when raising chickens, but my dad raised a whole yard of roosters, but no females.

People say that you should not eat roosters that have been raised for more than five years. The chickens have eaten too many poisonous insects and the toxins will seep into the meat. Eating chickens that have been raised for five years is almost like eating arsenic.

My chickens have been raised for I don’t know how many years. They are all kept in cages and cannot be let out. My dad even buys worms from outside to feed the chickens.

Several times I saw him asking people to deliver centipedes to his house, dumping centipedes several inches long directly into the chicken coop. The centipedes crawled out along the trough. My dad picked them up with bare hands like picking up tree sticks and put them into the chicken coop.

Throw.

My scalp was numb when I watched it, but my dad never took it seriously.

Those chickens have been suffocating in cages all year round, and their eyes are red from suffocation. Everywhere they look, they have a fierce look. Let alone centipedes, even a snake thrown in will be torn alive by them.

What’s even more strange is that my rooster never crows. Even if other people’s roosters crow, they are silent.

One time, I heard other people's roosters crow, and I took a look into the chicken coop. I saw all the roosters in my house stretched their necks and looked out desperately. They opened their mouths but made a little sound.

The hair has been worn away, but I still try my best to drill out.

From that day on, I never dared to go near the chicken coop again.

My dad raised a whole yard of chickens. Not only did he never cook them for me to eat, he also fed my hair and nails to the chickens.

I have never had my hair cut outside since I was a child. My dad always cuts my hair by himself. Every time he cuts his hair, he wraps it in yellow paper and marks it with a cinnabar pen. My dad also doesn’t let me cut my nails casually.

You must give him the nail clippings. If there is one missing fingernail, he will find it for a long time.

Every year on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, my dad mixes my hair and nails with chicken feed and feeds it to the chickens.

I asked my dad why he fed my hair to chickens. He said: You are a chicken, so feed your hair to chickens. Chickens will grow faster.

But I always felt that was not the case. I quietly observed him twice and found out that every time my dad fed the chickens with my hair, he would catch the rooster and throw it into the pond in the backyard.

It is true that the wall of my courtyard is round, but the circular seal is connected to a bare mountain wall. The Feng Shui master said that when he erected a monument, he meant a mountain.

Below the mountain wall is a three-meter-square water pool. The water in the pool is so green that you can't see the bottom. If you throw a stone in, the water will bubble up, and you don't know how deep the bottom of the pool is.

My father never let me go near the pond, nor did I drink the water from the pond. I had to fetch water from the village.

My dad goes to the pond about two or three times a month, and every time he throws a live chicken into it.

My chicken was driven crazy, and I couldn't catch it normally. But as soon as it reached the edge of the pond, it wilted, as if it was resigned to its fate, and let my dad throw it into the water.

As for what happened to the rooster after it fell into the water, I don’t know.

After my dad threw the chicken down, he would stand by the pool and stare into the water. Sometimes he could stand for an hour, and sometimes he would come back after just a few minutes. I didn’t know what he was looking at.

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In my impression, my father has been raising chickens and looking at water repeatedly. He has been doing these two things for more than ten years.

Until I was fifteen years old, my father threw chickens into the pond more and more often, and stopped buying chickens from home. He seemed to be a lot more energetic.

However, one day when I came back from school, I saw my dad walking around the room with a sullen face, glancing at the computer from time to time. His eyes looked like he had a grudge against the computer, and he wished he could go up and smash it.

My dad's face was so dark that I didn't dare to talk to him, so I quietly glanced at the computer screen. There was a report saying "There will be a blood moon in three days."

My dad opened a lot of web pages at that time, probably to see if the "blood moon" mentioned on the Internet was a rumor.
Chapter completed!