In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 11 The Powerful Fighting Chicken

Whether it was the starving refugees he saw on the official road and outside the county town, or the threats posed by the Chen Jin brothers, Chen Dao felt extremely insecure.

You must understand, this world is not like the China of the past, where laws were sound and cameras were everywhere. Here, murder, robbery, and home invasion are not just things that exist in the news, but can happen around us at any time!

In the days since he transmigrated, Chen Dao has not shown it to his family, but he is extremely uneasy and constantly in a state of fear.

Fortunately, at this very moment, the black-footed chicken appeared!

The description of the Black-Footed Chicken by the Golden Finger is very detailed: it is agile, has strong combat power, and can be compared with a ninth-grade martial artist!

What is the concept of a ninth-rank martial artist?

In this world, martial artists are like superior beings. Even in a county town, a ninth-rank martial artist is a person of extremely high status, someone that countless ordinary people need to look up to!

But at this moment, he possessed a fighting rooster that was no less powerful than that of a ninth-rank martial artist...

A smile appeared on Chen Dao's lips. He felt much more at ease. With this black-footed chicken around, his life and property were no longer completely insecure.

"Xiaodao, why is this chicken different from the others?"

Li Ping also noticed the unusually peculiar black-footed chicken, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

The appearance of the black-footed chicken is so different from that of the white-feathered chicken. Not only is it much larger, but its claws also gleam like polished iron, making it look extraordinary at first glance.

Chen Dao didn't explain to Li Ping, but instead tried to open the chicken coop lid, took the black-footed chicken out of the coop, and put it on the ground.

"Giggle!"

The black-footed chicken, now on the ground, let out a cheerful squawk. It was too big to move around freely in the coop, so it excitedly ran around the yard.

It was only then that Chen Dao gained a deeper understanding of the size of the black-footed chicken. Standing on the ground with its head raised, the chicken's head was even higher than Chen Dao's knees. When he was carrying the chicken earlier, Chen Dao almost stumbled because of it. Conservatively speaking, this black-footed chicken weighed at least 15 kilograms!

"A 15-pound fighting chicken, awesome!"

Chen Dao's eyes flickered.

After frolicking around in the yard, the black-footed chickens waddled over to Chen Dao and nuzzled his trousers with the feathers on their heads, showing great affection for him.

Clearly, this black-footed chicken is quite intelligent and knows who its owner is.

"so smart."

Chen Dao gently stroked the black-footed pheasant's glossy feathers and said, "From now on, I'll call you Little Black! You'll be responsible for protecting our family!"

"Giggle!"

The black-footed chicken made a cheerful clucking sound, rubbed against Chen Dao's trouser leg for a while, and then ran to Li Ping's side, clucking at her.

"Your chicken is really smart!"

Li Ping bent down and stroked the black-footed chicken's head feathers like she was petting a dog, saying to Chen Dao as she did so, "Xiao Dao, are you planning to sell this chicken?"

"Do not sell!"

Chen Dao shook his head without hesitation. Black-footed chickens are fighting chickens comparable to ninth-rank martial artists. He must be out of his mind to sell black-footed chickens.

"Mother, this chicken possesses strength equivalent to a ninth-rank martial artist."

"what?"

Li Ping was shocked and stared at him, saying, "Xiao Dao, you're not kidding, are you? How could a chicken be equivalent to a ninth-rank martial artist?"

Although Li Ping had never seen a martial artist, she had heard others talk about their existence.

Martial artists are as noble as officials. Although this chicken looks majestic and is quite large, how could it possibly be comparable to a master?

"Little Black, you better do something for my mother."

Chen Dao didn't explain, and directly gave the order to the black-footed chicken.

The next moment, the black-footed chicken moved!

The black-footed chicken standing at Li Ping's feet flapped its wings and used its feet to propel itself over the fence in the yard at an extremely fast speed.

"So fast!"

Li Ping's pupils contracted; Xiao Hei's speed was so fast that she hadn't even had time to react: "It won't run away, will it?"

As soon as Li Ping finished speaking, Xiao Hei's figure reappeared in her sight.

The little black chicken leaped back into the yard and pecked at a piece of fence wood, instantly creating a transparent hole in the wood.

"This……"

Li Ping was completely stunned. Xiao Hei's behavior truly overturned her understanding of chickens. In most people's minds, chickens should be relatively weak creatures, but this chicken in front of her...

It had absolutely nothing to do with being weak. Although the fence in the yard wasn't particularly high, it was still 1-1.5 meters tall, which Little Black could easily leap over. Moreover, its beak was so sharp that it could peck a hole in the wood with just a light peck.

If it pecks at a person, wouldn't it instantly injure them?

"Mother, do you believe me now?"

Chen Dao asked with a smile. In fact, he was also extremely shocked. The performance of the Black-footed Chicken was truly amazing. It was indeed a fighting chicken that had mutated.

"I believe it!"

Li Ping nodded repeatedly, her eyes still filled with shock. "Xiao Dao, how did you raise this kind of chicken?"

"I don't know how it appeared."

Chen Dao didn't know how to explain, so he just brushed it off: "Anyway, this chicken is amazing! It can guarantee our family's safety from now on!"

Li Ping nodded vigorously. Such a powerful chicken could indeed guarantee the safety of her home.

but……

Another question arose in Li Ping's mind: "Xiao Dao, this chicken is so powerful, what does it eat?"

"..."

Chen Dao frowned. Although he could see Xiao Hei's information through his cheat system, it didn't tell him how to raise black-footed chickens.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Dao went into the house, grabbed a handful of sorghum and chaff, and scattered them in front of Xiao Hei.

"Giggle!"

Little Black let out a cheerful chirp and quickly pecked at the sorghum and chaff on the ground.

"Fortunately, Xiao Hei is still eating regular chicken food."

Chen Dao breathed a sigh of relief. If Xiao Hei didn't eat regular food and needed to be fed special food, he really wouldn't know what to do.

"Mother, brother!"

Chen Fei's childish voice came from behind. She had just woken up and toddled over to Chen Dao's side, hugged his leg, and looked timidly at Xiao Hei: "Brother, this chicken is so pretty!"

Chen Dao patted Chen Fei's head and smiled, "Its name is Xiao Hei. Do you want to play with it?"

"miss you!"

Chen Fei blurted it out.

"Then you can play at home with Xiao Hei."

Chen Dao turned to Li Ping and said, "Mother, I'm going to Uncle Chen's house."

Li Ping knew that Chen Dao was going to Chen Dajia's house to discuss selling chickens in the city, so she didn't say much and just nodded.