Traveling Through the Stars

Liang Qian was a little unhappy: "I just fed them. The little partridge chickens are quite good."

"Hey," Luo Bi chuckled, thinking that Lan Qiao was blocking her.

"Have you fed me?!" Lan Qiao shouted.

Luo Bi glanced sideways at Lan Qiao and told Liang Xian to feed her, what was the point of worrying about it.

Lan Qiao received it and closed her mouth. Fan Yao leaned over and stared at the carton, staring at the few partridge chickens to see which one was wrong. Lan Qiao and Liang Qian also curiously took a closer look.

Luo Bi didn't come close, so what if something was wrong? There is nothing anyone can do.

For a while, no one could figure out what was going on. They chatted for a while about how to raise partridge chickens. Luo Bi didn't participate. Some people have merit but can't think of you. It's a good idea to complain about people who raised little partridge chickens to death.

The warm-hearted family members of the garrison may not care and give advice on raising partridge chickens, but Luo Bi will never do anything thankless.

The chat was almost finished. Lan Qiao and Fan Yao also had little partridges at home. They were thinking about it and asked Luo Bi to go together.

After leaving the house, Lan Qiao talked about Liang Qian: "The sergeant in charge of distributing the partridge chickens said that they will not be given water or food for two days. Isn't this Liang Qian brainless? Why don't you listen?"

Luo Bi smiled and teased: "They won't listen, can you take care of it?"

Lan Qiao: "······"

Fan Yao said: "Maybe it won't be a problem if I feed it."

Who knows, everyone hasn’t figured out the little partridge chicken yet. Just like Fan Yao said, maybe it won’t be a problem if you feed it. If it doesn’t bother them, they will also feed it with water.

if not······

If it doesn't work, no one will care. That's Liang Qian's business. If the little partridge chicken dies, it doesn't belong to their family. They can only talk about Liang Qian's nonsense behind his back, and they don't know how to raise little partridge chickens.

While talking, the women went back to their homes.

Fan Yao walked in a hurry. She was worried that the temperature in the house was not enough and the little partridge would freeze to death.

Luo Bi and Fan Yao separated, and Fan Yao said: "My energy board is not enough, I have to add an animal skin."

As she was talking, Fan Yao had already arrived at the entrance garden of her home, and Luo Bi did not answer.

In the middle of the afternoon, Lan Qiao ran over with a gossipy face and excitement on her face.

Luo Bi's eyes lit up, and sure enough, Lan Qiao patted her heart and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, Fan Yao and I didn't give water and food like Liang Qian. We still listened to the military department."

"What's wrong?" Luo Bi asked. She probably guessed it, but she still asked.

"Several of the little partridges in Liang Qian's family died." Lan Qiao said excitedly, curling her lips: "She was not allowed to feed them. She was given too many partridges and didn't cherish them at all. My family didn't even get ten. "

Because the share of the family was smaller than that of Liang Qian's family, this still bothered her.

Lan Qiao continued: "So what if her family has a lot? If she doesn't feed her well, she will die quickly."

Luo Bi didn't defend Liang Qian at all. Their relationship was just average and could only be used as a topic after dinner. Besides, Liang Qian didn't listen to her advice and thought she was right. The little partridge deserved to die.

"How many died?" Luo Bi asked with bright eyes.

The more people die, the more Liang Xian will have a long memory.

Lan Qiao stretched out her hand: "Half."

This was the only half left. Luo Bi thought that the time was still short and how many chickens could still die. It was impossible to stop here. They were just feeding them with water and food. Jiang Yixin's chickens were all wiped out. It made no sense that Liang Qian's family's little partridge chickens were broken. half.

People who gossip are somewhat gloating about their misfortune.

"There's still half of it." Luo Bi muttered.

Luo Bi is not optimistic about this half either.