Chapter 42 See chicken is chicken

On this day, the professor of intellectual history was a little depressed. His sense of right and wrong and his beliefs were like black-rimmed glasses that were dangling on his nose. Maybe one day, it will really turn into a horse." Warm December, winter looks more and more like summer. The professor didn't notice that there was an observer in the back row. This person had been selling pork in the market, and he also came to seek advice and get rid of his headache when he encountered a wholesaler who referred to pigs as cattle, which affected his work. Suddenly, a hen flew in from outside the door; this chicken was not the delicious "Three Yellow Chicken" with yellow beak, yellow claws, and yellow skin; it was a strange chicken with pigeon eyes and crooked mouth.The chicken jumped onto the podium, glanced cross-eyed at the professor, and said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"Please tell me." The professor had a pleasant face, and it was difficult for him to find food. To a chicken, he bowed his knees. "What I want to say is: famous chicken, not chicken." Chicken said. The professor has heard that "a white horse is not a horse", but what about "a famous chicken is not a chicken"?He looked blank. "I was originally a chicken, but I wrote a book called "The History of Sexual Intercourse of a Chicken Wife", which everyone loves to read, so I changed my name to a chicken; a famous chicken is not a chicken." Said the chicken.

"If the famous chicken is not a chicken, what is it?" the student asked. "Master Man." The chicken explained: "I am famous all over the world, and when important people come to see me, they have to make an appointment. If I were a chicken, and people came to make a pilgrimage, it would become a 'chicken', which would tarnish their good name." "Famous chickens are not chickens" actually took into account the face of "big shots". "I don't agree with you." The professor is weak and knows the right and wrong. "Don't agree?" The chicken got angry, and yelled: "Do you know, I print a picture of a chicken in the chicken book, and the royalties are more than your lectures for a year?" The professor was dumb, he didn't think Passing the chicken will become so arrogant, maybe, the world will be destroyed if the universe is in chaos.

"I'll fuck your mother!" Suddenly, the peddler who was listening rushed towards the podium, holding on to the chicken head, raised a knife and dropped it, plucked the hair casually, and threw a naked chicken on the table in a blink of an eye. "Chicken, no matter how high it flies, it's still a chicken!" After the trafficker finished speaking, the class fell silent. "Seeing a chicken is a chicken, seeing a chicken and talking about a chicken is the way of education!" The professor suddenly realized; outside the window, in the clouds and mist, there is a faint line of blue sky.