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Xu Damao saw that Shazhu was starting to make a fuss, so he decided not to argue with him anymore. Instead, he shouted to the crowd gathered to watch, "Everyone, help me out here! My chicken just went missing, and this Shazhu is cooking chicken at home. How can this be right?"
"Yeah, that's too much! I think Shazhu must have stolen Xu Damao's chicken!" someone chimed in.
"I doubt it. Shazhu is a chef; would a chef really lack food? How could he possibly steal Xu Damao's chicken?" another person countered.
"Come on! If you told me Shazhu never stole before, I might believe you. But now that he's been demoted and can't take anything from the factory anymore, who knows? He might start stealing from our courtyard!" someone else suggested.
"Right! I heard that once someone gets their hands dirty, they always want to steal something. Since Shazhu can't take things from the factory anymore, isn't it possible he's started stealing from our yard?" another voice added.
Hearing the gossip around him, Shazhu was furious. He pointed at the crowd and shouted, "Which one of you saw me steal Xu Damao's chicken? And I didn’t steal anything from the factory either!"
"Ha! If you didn’t steal anything from the factory, why were you caught? Why were you demoted? Why did you get a demerit? Why were you fined?" someone retorted.
"Exactly! Now you're denying it, but you made a public confession on the factory loudspeaker back then!" another person chimed in.
"I... I..." Shazhu was momentarily speechless. These accusations were all true; everyone in the factory knew about it. What could he say?
At that moment, Yi Zhonghai noticed everyone gathered around Shazhu's house and hurried over. "What’s going on here?"
"Oh, Uncle Yi is here! Perfect timing! Shazhu stole my chicken and is cooking it right now. What do you think we should do?" Xu Damao said, no longer afraid of Yi Zhonghai. He wanted to see how Yi Zhonghai would handle his adopted son stealing a chicken.
Yi Zhonghai looked at Shazhu in surprise. "You stole Xu Damao's chicken?"
"I'm bored enough to steal his chicken? His chicken went missing, and because I'm cooking chicken, he insists that I stole it!" Shazhu explained, his tone filled with the grievance of being wronged.
Upon hearing this explanation, Yi Zhonghai sighed in relief. He turned seriously to Xu Damao and said, "Xu Damao, how can you wrongfully accuse Shazhu of stealing your chicken without any evidence? The chicken Shazhu is cooking is one I bought at the market. As you all know, the old lady has been sick lately, and I bought this chicken to nourish her!"
"Oh right! Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing him buy a hen!" someone recalled.
"I remember too! Uncle Yi did say it was for the old lady's health!" another person added.
Yi Zhonghai seized this opportunity without hesitation. When he bought the chicken earlier, he had made sure that people saw him carrying it back and had casually mentioned that it was for nourishing the elderly. His reputation for filial piety spread among them.
Seeing so many people vouching for Yi Zhonghai's claim that it was his chicken, Xu Damao began to feel uneasy. Shazhu smugly pointed at Xu Damao and said, "See? I told you I didn’t steal your chicken! You should hurry up and look for it; maybe your hen ran off with some rooster and is laying eggs somewhere else!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Lou Xiao'e. Her face flushed instantly as she understood Shazhu's implication—he was comparing her to a hen and suggesting that Xu Damao couldn't keep her from running off to have children with someone else!
"You jerk!" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed angrily.
Shazhu feigned innocence and said to Lou Xiao'e, "I’m just giving Xu Damao a suggestion on how to find his lost chicken! How am I a jerk for that? You all really don’t appreciate kindness!"
Xu Damao was solely focused on finding his missing chicken and completely missed Shazhu's insinuation.
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