Wen Yuxiu couldn't figure out what was going on, but he didn't continue to drill the tip of the horns, looked at the mess in the chicken pen, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Yu'er, Yan Shen, you two go to the front yard, I'll clean up here." ”

Wen Yusoft and Lan Yanshen went to the front yard together, and happened to hear Liu Dazhu complaining to Wen Siyuan and Qiao's family.

"Wen Langzhong, who the hell do you say is so mad! I have two big roosters in my house, shouldn't this be winter? I'm going to take the chickens to town and sell them for some food. Liu Dazhu said with frustration.

Wen Yusoft listened to this, and her eyes sank.

It seems that it is not only her chickens that have suffered from the seedlings.

"Uncle Liu, have the chickens of our two families been harmed?" Wen Yusoft walked up to Liu Dazhu, raised her eyes and looked at him and asked.

Liu Dazhu looked at Wen Yusoft in front of him, and only felt that she was white and tender like a lucky doll that came out of a New Year's painting, and his expression couldn't help but soften, and he sighed and said, "It's not just our chickens, but the big roosters of several families in our village have been plagued, plucked out, and died so miserably." ”

"By the way, Wen Langzhong, now the big guys have gone to the Chief's house to discuss this matter, will you go?" Liu Dazhu said, and turned his gaze to Wen Siyuan.

"I have to go to Jiangyuan's house. Lady, why don't you go on that trip? Wen Siyuan looked at Qiao Shi and asked.

Qiao nodded, "Then I'll go when I've made breakfast." ”

Breakfast is very simple, usually rice porridge, cornmeal steamed buns and pickles, but because Wen Yusoft and Lan Yanshen are still growing their bodies, Qiao's will try to cook a white egg for the two of them every morning.

Even for such a simple breakfast, Wen Yusoft ate it with relish.

In her previous life, she did eat all the delicacies in the world, almost every meal was delicacies from the mountains and seas, and even the rare monsters were in her belly, but those delicacies never had a taste called 'mother'.

Wen Yusoft can't remember how many times when she was eating, she missed the hand-copying and stir-fried side dishes made by her mother......

After breakfast, Lan Yanshen went to the private school in the village to study, Wen Yuxiu went into the mountains to hunt as usual, it was time for winter, if he could prepare more food, he would have to prepare more.

Qiao's family was going to Chang Li's house, and Wen Siyuan was not worried that Wen Yusoft was at home alone, so he asked her if she wanted to go to Jiang Yuanwai's house together.

Wen Yusoft originally didn't want to go with Wen Siyuan, she happened to be able to take advantage of being alone to check on the matter of the pheasant, but she suddenly opened her eyes on a whim and looked at Wen Siyuan, and found that there was a black and red aura between his Yin Hall, which was obviously a precursor to the bloody disaster, so she nodded and agreed to go to Jiang Yuanwai's house with him.

At this time, Jiang Yuanwai's family had fallen into a gloomy cloud, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Jiang Qi's condition worsened again. (The young master's name was changed to Jiang Qi)

Jiang Yuanwai stood on the side of the bed, looking at Jiang Qi, who was shrunk at the foot of the bed and wrapped himself tightly in three layers of quilts, his old eyes were almost in tears.

"I'm so cold, so cold......" Jiang Qi wrapped himself like a big dumpling, but his mouth kept muttering cold.

The charcoal fire in the house was already burning enough, the temperature was like midsummer, Mrs. Jiang stood next to Jiang Yuanwai, her clothes were soaked with sweat, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and looked at Jiang Qiwen and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you, why did you become like this......."

Jiang Qi's state looked much worse than yesterday, and his pale and bloodless face revealed an unhealthy dead ash, like the face of a dead man.