Qian Heng didn't pay attention to the emotions of the old gentleman in the medical hall, and he didn't think about what the senior who was ready to carry him at any time thought, what Qian Heng cared about most at this time was what the situation of the chickens in Aunt Li'er's house was. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Aunt Li'er's house is on the edge of the city of Dongping Mansion, and according to the current statement, it is the location of the junction of urban and rural areas.

The adobe built up the courtyard wall, and the big mud made most of the wall skin fall off, and only half of the wall was half a person high, and you could see all the furnishings inside. There are two jujube trees in the yard, which look so dry in winter, and the yard is next to the main house, and there is a water tank, surrounded by straw around the water tank, to prevent the water in the water tank from freezing because of the cold weather.

The three main rooms, not to mention, are low, and the tiles on the roof are also dilapidated, and it can be seen that there is no lack of rain in summer, and the mud watermarks on the mud wall from one end of the purlin are enough to prove that this house has long been considered a dangerous house.

Aunt Li'er's family is not a rich family, the man in charge of the family is a middle-aged man who helps people do some coolies, usually silent, when he saw Qian Heng coming, he just hugged his hands, just looked at Qian Heng's face with a smile, but he didn't know what to say.

The chicken coop was in a corner next to the main house, in a simple shed with a fence. The hen holding the nest has long since stopped taking the chicks, and is running around the yard with four or five other chickens. Those little chicks, encircled by the fence, took a cursory look, and there were more than a dozen of them.

Qian Heng looked down at the encircled chickens, all of them looked dry and thin, and he knew that he was not full at a glance, coupled with this dry and cold weather, it was strange that he did not die.

To put it simply, Aunt Li'er's chickens have nothing else wrong, they just died of cold and starvation.

If it goes on like this, the remaining dozen or so will only freeze to death sooner or later.

Aunt Li also seemed to know that she was afraid of freezing these chickens, and in this simple chicken coop made of fences, she also laid some straw.

But raising chickens is not raising pigs, and a little straw is not afraid of freezing, where can the chicks withstand this kind of destruction?

"Brother Heng, what do you say is going on? Can I save my chicken? ”

Qian Heng's face turned a little dark, and he turned around and said, "Aunt Li, let me just ask, do you want these chickens to survive?" ”

Aunt Li nodded hurriedly, "I think, these chicks are fed, and they will be able to lay eggs when they grow up in spring next year." ”

Qian Heng looked at Aunt Li with a smile and a smile, "You also know that these chickens will be able to lay eggs next year, but you just look forward to them laying eggs, but you don't provide them with the best environment, how can you live?" ”

Aunt Li seemed to have made up her mind, "Brother Heng, just tell me, let me do this so that these chickens can survive!" ”

In fact, it is not difficult to want these chickens to survive, but looking at the situation in Aunt Li'er's house, the man is a silent and honest pimple, and he doesn't know how to raise these living creatures. The two children, the eldest was no more than seven or eight years old, and their noses were so cold that their lips were running down their lips, and the clothes on their bodies were also a thin cotton coat with patches on top of patches.

Qian Heng shook his head for a while, Aunt Li'er's family background is not very good.

Qian Heng sighed in his heart, but still ordered, "You go find a dustpan first and put up these chickens." ”

Aunt Li was very obedient to find the dustpan, there was not much time, a dustpan that missed half of the bottom was brought over, Qian Heng couldn't say anything else, found some straw, reluctantly put the bottom of the dustpan on the bottom, one by one put the frozen and motionless chickens into the dustpan, leaned over and picked it up, and walked towards the main room.

"Brother Heng, what are you going to do here?"

Qian Heng snorted, "Of course it's put in the house, it's so cold outside, if it goes on like this, none of these chickens will survive!" ”

"But~"

Before Aunt Li finished speaking, Qian Heng's words came back.

"Aunt Li, you have to figure it out, these chickens will start spring next year, as long as the wild vegetables are fed enough, they will be able to lay eggs in March and April, and they will be income at that time, if they are all frozen to death now, you calculate how big your loss is!"

On weekdays, Aunt Li's family lives a tight life, and she has to break the master of flowers for every penny. Two eggs are a penny, carefully calculated, these chickens grow up, and lay two eggs a day, which is the income of a penny.

However, Aunt Li still couldn't accept the chickens in the house.

At this time, Qian Heng, who brought the chicken into the house, looked around, and the empty hall with only one table of eight immortals was deserted, so cold that it was called transparent.

Most of the people of the Northern Song Dynasty used coal for heating in winter, and of course, it was called charcoal at that time. Some wealthy people think that the smell of soot is too big, and they will still use burned charcoal to keep warm.

But Aunt Li'er's family is surrounded by four walls, let alone a charcoal basin, or a charcoal-burning stove, and I haven't even seen a firewood stove.

Usually, the peasant households around Dongping Mansion will burn some firewood and make a kang to keep warm in winter at home that cannot afford to burn charcoal.

Aunt Li's house, but there is not even a fire kang lit.

Qian Heng glanced at the firewood stove that had already been cold on the side of the hall, "Aunt Li, you better burn this kang first, warm the inner room, and put the chickens on it to warm up." ”

Without waiting for Aunt Li to speak, Qian Heng said again, "Also, you boil some millet, don't be too bad, and bring it over to feed these chickens later." ”

"What?"

Aunt Li couldn't hold back any longer, "Brother Heng, what you said is so, these chickens are more expensive than people!" ”

Qian Heng also knew that Aunt Li'er's family was poor, but if he wanted these chickens to survive, he could only raise the temperature in the house first, as long as he survived the coldest days, and when the chickens grew bigger, he would be released into the yard, and he would not be afraid of the sky freezing.

At this time, Aunt Li'er's man brought a bowl of hot water to Qian Heng with a big bowl with a broken gap.

"Brother Heng, drink some hot water first, warm up!"

Uncle Li is not very good at talking, and Qian Heng also knows that if you can have hot water to drink in this winter, there must be a good family with a charcoal stove at home.

Uncle Li can ask for a bowl of hot water for himself so enthusiastically, I don't know how much cheekiness it took to get it.

For Uncle Li's most simple enthusiasm, a burst of warmth appeared in Qian Heng's heart.

What a good neighbor, but this poverty is about to change.

Thinking of this, Qian Heng looked at Aunt Li, and said with a very serious expression, "Aunt Li, you just do what I say, don't think about money, I know that your family is very poor now, but I can assure you that I will let you earn it back in the shortest possible time!" ”

This is the first time that Qian Heng has moved the idea of taking the initiative to make money.