"This—that's too careless. What else can Qian Hong say, after he approached, he stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at it a few times, after seeing the black chicken nest, he could still smell the residual smell of burning chicken feathers, and he was also distressed for Liu Laopimple, it was not worth it, 200 chickens were all gone at once, I am afraid that Liu Laopimple's family was empty.

After a while, Qian Hong followed Gu Rong to her house, and then Qian Hong deeply felt what the poor in this era are like!

The so-called courtyard gate is nailed with a few wooden planks, the gap is so big that Qian Hong feels that he can make it completely fall apart with a kick, after entering the yard, the ground is ordinary land, there are Chinese cabbage, green onions and other vegetables that are not afraid of freezing in the two small vegetable fields, and a few farm tools are on the root of the wall, and there are no cattle, sheep or poultry.

Of course, the house was made of mud walls mixed with straw, the roof was paved with tiles, and the windows were nailed with plastic sheeting, so it was impossible to see anything clearly when I stood outside and looked inside.

"Dad, we're here for guests!" Gu Rong, who opened the door first, shouted, and then as soon as Qian Honggang stepped in, he directly saw a kitchen with black walls and roofs, a large iron pot on the left stove, and a pile of bud rice poles on the right, and a small cupboard in the middle, and a few cloth bags that didn't know what to hold were hanging on the beams.

"Guest, what guest?" was the voice of a man in the room on the left, but it sounded a little weak.

"It's the guy who bought our quail, and he came to see my uncle. Gu Rong was more capable than Qian Hong imagined, and after entering the house, he didn't even breathe, and directly began to add firewood to the stove to maintain the temperature of the kang and the whole house.

"Then you should quickly boil saliva for others to drink!"

"I know, Dad, you can lie down first. After Gu Rong finished speaking, he pointed to the room on the right: "My uncle is inside, you go in first, I have to burn the fire harder, my dad can't catch a cold." ”

"Hmm!" said yes, Qian Hong lifted the curtain woven from some kind of slender blade of grass and walked in, and saw Liu Lao's pimple on the earthen kang.

Under him was floor leather, and his body was a dirty and torn military coat, Liu Lao Pimple was pillowed on a red line show mandarin duck pillow, his eyes looked at the ceiling blankly, and he didn't react at all to Qian Hong walking in, if it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, the state would be no different from a dead man.

"Uncle Liu, I've come to see you. Qian Hong went directly to the edge of the kang and approached Liu Lao's pimple face to say hello.

It's a pity that Liu Lao's pimple eyes rolled slightly, but within a second, he returned to the appearance of the walking dead, let alone opened his mouth.

At this time, any persuasion was pale and powerless, so Qian Hong simply took action, he picked up Liu Lao's pimple cigarette pouch and pot, silently helped him load dry tobacco, and lit it with a match, but he choked and coughed wildly, causing Gu Rongdu to come in and take a special look.

"Oh my God, it's spicy!" complained to him, Qian Hong put the cigarette bag and pot to Liu Laopimple's mouth, fortunately, Liu Laopimple still knew how to pout, proving that he hadn't given up everything.

"Tell me, how much did you lose?" Qian Hong asked very directly, because there was no way to be tactful about this matter.

"It's gone...... It's all gone!" Liu Lao said as if he was a wandering ghost, his tone revealing deep despair.

"I saw it when I came just now, at least you still have half a house, and you should have some land, right?"

"But my chickens are gone, and the millet in the south house is also burning, why do I want to drink, why do I want to drink......" After wailing, Liu Lao Pimple struggled to get up, slapped his cheek violently, and smoked the blood from the corner of his mouth, but Qian Hong sat next to him motionless.

"Uncle, what are you doing!" Gu Rong, who heard the voice and ran in again, instinctively wanted to stop it, but unexpectedly, he was pushed hard by Liu Lao's pimple, and almost fell off the earthen kang, thanks to Qian Hong who pulled her aside, and her face turned pale with fright.

"Let him be crazy, it's good if he's crazy enough, it's better to play a trick than to lie there and not die before. Qian Hong said to Gu Rong.

"But, but my uncle still has a fever. Gu Rong didn't understand the truth in this, she was really frightened by the crazy Liu Lao Pimple.

"There's no harm in sweating, it's easier to get sick if you hold your breath in your heart. ”

“......”

Encountering such a rational and almost ruthless guy as Qian Hong, Gu Rong really didn't know what to say, but fortunately, Liu Lao was burning and hungry, and soon he had no strength to be a demon, when he slapped half of his face and collapsed and panted for breath, Qian Hong took the cigarette bag and pot and knocked on the edge of the kang.

"Listen to me if you're crazy enough, if things are gone, they're gone, and if you don't die, you have to struggle to live, go back and clean up all the chickens that are burned and smoked at home, and I'll sell them all for you, and take the money to hold on until the beginning of spring, and then I'll give you a batch of quail seedlings on credit, you have experience in raising chickens, and it's not a problem to raise this thing." ”

Qian Hong said slowly, and soon attracted Liu Laopimple's attention, although he hadn't spoken yet, his eyes were already fixed on Qian Hong's face, and the previous despair began to loosen a little.

"Quail serves well, 45 days to start laying eggs, as long as you raise it, quail eggs and quail I will collect, I will not give you money, but you have the ambition to get up, want to get up, then I am willing to pull you along." After Qian Hong finished speaking, he saw Liu Lao's pimple lips squirm a few times, and his eyes gradually moistened.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Qian Hong didn't want to see Liu Lao pimple crying, so he stood up, pulled the ignorant Gu Rong to the kitchen, and stood at the door of the room on the left.

"Is your dad not in good health?" Lifting the door curtain a small slit, Qian Hong glanced into the room a few times, but did not step in.

"Hmm," Gu Rong replied in a low voice.

"What about your mother?"

"I went to the city to find a job, washing dishes and cleaning small restaurants. ”

“...... Does Uncle Liu have any other relatives in the tunzi? As long as he is allowed to pass this year, he will be able to slowly ease up in the beginning of spring. ”

"No...... , Our family and uncle also know each other, he is not an old man in the tunzi, I heard my dad say, he escaped from hunger in 60 years, so many years have been alone. ”

Damn! This is a pure old grunt stick, and he has caused himself such a big trouble when he is soft-hearted!