Traveling Through the Stars

It was so rare that Luo Bi was speechless.

This was not the case. Besides, it was not good to ask for help for nothing.

Luo Bi stared at the bamboo basket. The little partridges ran around pecking at the hay. It was hard to tell how many were in the basket. It was really hard to raise 300 at home. Besides, she didn't have the time.

Luo Bi couldn't count them, so she asked Wen Xiao: "How many are in a basket?"

"About 30." Wen Xiao silently swallowed the words that were too dense. This topic could not be mentioned again.

"30?" Luo Bi muttered.

Then it was not good to send them one by one. She also had to give away a basket from her family. The basket was not worth a few interstellar coins and could not be given away. Luo Bi was not challenging the Thunder Flame Warrior's care for the little partridges.

Knowing that others cared about it, but still poking at the lungs, that was too deliberate.

Luo Bi kicked the bamboo basket slightly, but Wen Xiao was still worried. He immediately observed the little partridges in the bamboo basket, worried that one would be scared to death: "Be careful."

Luo Bi: "..."

Luo Bi was angry. For such a family, a few should be given away and let them raise them by themselves. What's the point of her little partridges? If her family raises them like this, she can't afford it.

Not allowed to kick, Luo Bi had to poke the bamboo basket with her tender claws: "You catch them by yourselves. I will give you 20 and you can raise them at home."

Wen Xiao was stunned and turned to look at Feng Ling who was answering the call. Feng Ling nodded and continued to answer the call. Luo Bi's little partridges, just give them away, Feng Ling will not participate.

Besides, Wen Xiao and his friends are his childhood friends and good friends. Feng Ling will consider their combat effectiveness. It would be great if each family could raise 20 little partridges. How could Feng Ling stop them?

Roger was not polite anymore. Before he went to find the bamboo basket, he asked again: "Are you really giving it to us?!"

Luo Bi nodded: "Yes."

Twenty chickens for one family, raise them all by yourself!

Wen Yao stopped sitting on the sofa and suddenly stood up to discuss with Roger about arranging the bamboo basket. He was so attentive that the hay was not enough, so he asked the sergeant to get another bag.

The hay was spread layer by layer, Wen Yao did not mention it. His home was far away, while Roger and Wen Xiao lived so close. He even wrapped the bamboo basket with three layers of animal skin inside and outside.

After the bamboo basket was ready, Wen Yao and Roger did not pick and choose, and then caught twenty little partridges.

In fact, they did not care if they picked and caught Luo Bi, since she had hatched three hundred little partridges anyway, but the Thunder Flame Warriors knew what was good for them, so it was better. You know, Luo Bi was picky.

If you are not happy when you give something away, it is better not to give it away.

Roger was so excited. He suddenly became rich. He caught the little partridge with Wen Yao and Wen Xiao. The Thunder Flame Warriors sat down to discuss how to feed it and called Luo Bi to discuss it together.

"How did you raise it last time?" Luo Bi had forgotten.

Feng Ling turned his head and glanced at Luo Bi. She had forgotten even this.

Roger: "······"

Wen Yao: "······"

Wen Xiao: "······"

No wonder he forgot what refining materials he put in. His memory is really bad.

"Rare bird breeders usually let them feed water and food the next day." Feng Ling leaned on the sofa and frowned, saying, "You didn't raise it like this at the beginning. You didn't feed it water or food for two days."

When Luo Bi heard it, she said, "It's good that you remember. I will still raise it like this."

The Thunder Flame Warriors looked at each other and didn't dare to agree, because the breeder had raised it like this before and the survival rate was too low.