Song Guanchao took back what he had just said; this village was indeed fierce.
People here didn't just stop cars to demand tolls, they went straight for dead chickens to extort money.
These kinds of situations were found all over the country, quite rampant in earlier years, but they've become much less common in recent years.
He hadn't expected that under Lingjiang's very nose, this kind of thing still existed.
Song Guanchao truly felt like he had his eyes opened.
He didn't want any further complications, so he rolled down the car window with a smile and said, "Auntie, your chicken is awesome, able to fly so high."
The old woman stood with her hands on her hips and said, "This is a genuine old hen raised in the mountains, it has strong wings, or it wouldn't have been able to fly so high, right?"
"Ah, that explains it. Just looking at it, you can tell it would taste good. I'm really sorry for hitting it."
