Traveling Through the Stars

When Wen Xiao returned to the apartment, he first put the little partridge chicken on the balcony. His place was incomparable to that of Luo Bi's, and the temperature was not that high. Wrap it up, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

After finishing all this, Wen Xiao called his brother Wen Yao, and Wen Yao heard it: "You didn't notify me of such a good thing, no, I'll go and ask for some tomorrow."

"Whether you can keep them alive or not, brother, don't ask for it first. Do you know a rare bird breeder? We are all worried that we will die, and we want to consult how to raise small chicks." Wen Xiao felt that the beast The gap in the skin was widened, so I stretched out my hand and pulled it to narrow the gap.

"How many do you know?" Wen Yao thought for a moment: "Wait a minute, I'll ask you."

Wen Yao hung up the communication, and screened in his mind to call a fifth-level rare bird breeder. The other party was from Dixing, who was quite authoritative in the field of rare bird breeding, but his temperament was rather arrogant, so Wen Yao usually ignored him.

This fifth-level rare bird breeder still gave Wen Yao a lot of face. When Wen Yao asked, he said: "The young partridge chickens that have just broken their shells are relatively immature and need to be fed with high-level nutritional bread crumbs or biscuit crumbs. The aspect must be the milk of the purified beast."

Then he chanted some technical terms, Wen Yao hurriedly hung up after a few perfunctory sentences, and then told Wen Xiao the original words.

"Damn, so delicate." Wen Xiao burst into a foul language.

Qin Yilang also asked the breeder at the garrison base, and the answer he got was similar to that of the fifth-level rare bird breeder. Several people got together to discuss it, and decided to listen to Luo Bi's advice and not to feed it first, and then say it after a night of hunger. If it doesn't work, give it Robbie sent it back.

The next day, Jiang Yixin woke up and went to see his little partridge chickens, but when he opened the animal skins, two of them died, and he didn't know when they died, their bodies were already too cold. Jiang Yixin was very sad, and hurried to knock on the apartments of Li Feng and others, asking how their little partridges were doing.

"One of mine died." Wen Xiao said.

Qin Yilang held up two fingers, two of his were dead, Li Feng said: "I lost one."

In the end Shao Chen was left, and several people looked at him together, Shao Chen said: "One of mine is not dead, it's all fine."

Wen Xiao's eyes straightened: "How did you do it, none of them died?"

Neither food nor water was needed. Under such circumstances, their death rate occurred, but Shao Chen's did not. Li Feng guessed that it might have something to do with keeping warm, and suggested, "Go and see and you'll know."

A few people were anxious and went to Shao Chen's apartment together. The cardboard box with the small partridge chickens was placed on the big balcony. Qin Yilang and others walked over and saw why Shao Chen's was not dead and kept warm well. A small fire was built next to the small cardboard box, and they just The small carton was wrapped in animal skins.

Having learned from their experience, several of them immediately went back to their apartment to start a fire. They had firewood reserves before winter. They originally planned to cook delicious food in their spare time, but now it came in handy. After lighting the small fire, Wen Xiao was worried, so he called Luo Bi: "Last night, some of our little partridges died, one or two, are they hungry? ?”

It seemed normal to Luo Bi that one or two partridge chickens that had just broken their shells died, and three of hers died last night, but when Wen Xiao asked, she thought for a while and said, "No, it should be The temperature is not enough to freeze to death."