The motorcycle soon stopped in front of Ma Chengzhi, and Veterinarian Hu looked at him and said, Are you looking for me?

Be! Are you a veterinarian who treats livestock and livestock?

Yes! You come up.

Veterinarian Hu asked Ma Chengzhi to sit in the back seat, as soon as he stepped on the clutch, the motor sounded, and then slightly increased the throttle, the motorcycle became excited, and only ran a cigarette to arrive at his family's chicken farm.

Ma Chengzhi got off the motorcycle and shouted heroically, saying that the veterinarian had been invited. Xiong Yingzi is driving a large group of clucking chickens into the cage. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected her face crimson, and she raised her head and said to Veterinarian Hu with a smile, thank you for coming in time, but all the sick chickens in my chicken farm are all well.

I see that the chickens are crowing so happily, not like they are sick. Veterinarian Hu looked at the bouncing chickens and said his instincts.

Yingzi, when I left, those sick chickens were drowsy and about to fall, they were going to die, how did you cure them? Ma Chengzhi looked at her with wide eyes and felt incredible.

I went out early in the morning to the town's veterinary pharmacy to buy a few large packets of yeast tablets and ten catties of licorice, grind them into powder and mix them with chicken feed, let all the sick chickens eat, and after a few hours, they were energetic, clucking, jumping everywhere, that is to say, all the sick chickens were cured. Xiong Yingzi said, a pleasant smile on his face.

You are right to treat chickens in this way. Veterinarian Hu said affirmatively, and asked her again, who did you learn from?

Find it to learn. Xiong Yingzi said, pointing to a book on the cushion of the chair.

Ma Chengzhi took it and looked at it, it was a book of "Livestock Disease and Treatment", he said, oh, I also said that you shouldn't read the book, it turns out that you studied this book, wow!

Xiong Yingzi married Ma Chengzhi only a year, their chicken farm from the original 2,000 chickens, developed to 5,000 chickens, has signed an order with the county livestock and poultry wholesale company, agreed to sell 2,000 broilers at the end of the month, each smallest about two or three catties, the largest about eight or nine catties, generally more than five or six catties.

According to the slaughter price at that time, 8 yuan per catty, then 2,000 chickens are calculated as six catties each, and it is expected that the gross profit of selling to the county livestock and poultry wholesale company will be 96,000 yuan, excluding the cost of feed and other costs of 30,000 yuan, it can be said that the net profit is 66,000 yuan. This was calculated by Xiong Yingzi in front of Ma Chengzhi, and Ma Chengzhi was happy in his heart. He is the same as Xiong Yingzi, learning to read the science and technology breeding books she bought from the county bookstore.

That night, Ma Chengzhi was very excited, because the next morning, the county livestock and poultry wholesale company would drive to their chicken farm to transport 2,000 broiler chickens, and then the money would be transferred to their family's Ma Chengzhi chicken farm account in Pingchuan Town.

Late at night, he couldn't sleep because of excitement, so he took the lantern to the chicken farm outside the house for a turn. The chicken farm was full of adobe brick wooden purlins, and the chickens in the hen pen heard a noise in the aisle, and sometimes clucked alarmedly, and he wondered if he had come here to disturb the rest of the chickens. He didn't continue to walk, but sat on a chair next to the aisle, took out a box of cigarettes that Xiong Yingzi bought for him, took out a cigarette and took a few puffs of it in his mouth, feeling more energetic.

Then he took a book of "Livestock Breeding Technology" and flipped through it on the windowsill next to the wall. I thought to myself: my wife is relying on learning scientific and technological breeding knowledge to put her own breeding industry on the right track, and he also has to calm down and study the mystery of breeding in books.

After a shake of a cigarette, he finished smoking, dropped the cigarette butt, he took out the second one and was about to light it, when he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door, followed by Xiong Yingzi's cry, I smelled the smoke from afar, so late, what else do you smoke? I knew you couldn't control yourself, I really regretted buying you that box of cigarettes. Come in and sleep! Do you want to do it tomorrow?

Ma Chengzhi has always listened to his wife, so he immediately gave up, stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case, picked up the lantern and went around the aisle of the chicken farm, and went back to the house to sleep.

At the fifth watch, Xiong Yingzi was choked by a strong smell of fireworks, she didn't get up yet, she saw the sky-high fire outside the window, she knew it was not good, and immediately woke up Ma Chengzhi and shouted, I don't know where I got angry, get up quickly.

Ma Chengzhi sat up and asked, where is the anger? Xiong Yingzi didn't answer, quickly got dressed and opened the door, looked up, dumbfounded, his own chicken farm and the low house chicken coop were all in a sea of fire, all the tiles covering the rafters of the house were burned and collapsed, and the flames were chirping from one flame to another.

If it weren't for the chicken coop being separated from the main house, the main house would have been engulfed by the spreading fire. Xiong Yingzi immediately ran to the village that was still quiet around and shouted hoarsely: The chicken farm is on fire! Fight the fire! ……

After a while, it was Ma Chengzhi's rough and somewhat hoarse voice again: The chicken farm is on fire! Fight the fire! ……

After a while, the villagers came out from different alleys, aisles, and yards, some carrying foot basins and basins, some with buckets and water scoops, and a burst of dense footsteps, all rushed to the pond in front of the village, and then they all rushed to Ma Chengzhi's chicken farm to put out the fire.

It was mostly men who put out the fires, and most of the women who delivered the water, and they fought one after another, or in some confusion. Smoke fills the air, mixed with the smell of chicken being grilled and burnt, making people sigh.

The fire was not completely extinguished until 9 a.m., and the large truck of the county livestock and poultry wholesale company buying broilers came, and when they saw such a tragic situation, they turned around and drove back.

Xiong Yingzi faced the piles of ashes in the poured chicken farm, hiding her face and crying. Ma Chengzhi couldn't stop crying, wiping away his tears, and counted the villagers who were standing around him with a heavy heart and didn't say a word:

You know! There are 5,000 broilers in this chicken farm, and the loss of broilers alone is 240,000 yuan, and the loss of this continuous chicken coop is nearly 200,000 yuan, and the loss together has reached more than 500,000 yuan. Oh my! Why did you toss our Ma family so much, even if my father was punished for abusing and killing the white goose to cook the wok-palm goose meat, I didn't do that? Why do you blame me, I am innocent!

Someone asked Ma Chengzhi in a low voice, how did this fire source come in? Ma Chengzhi still cried and said, I don't know. After a while, he said, last night, I went to the chicken farm for a while, sat in the aisle and smoked a cigarette, there was no confetti in the place where the cigarette butt was thrown, and there was no firewood and grass, so it was impossible to ignite the fire. The villagers were silent.

At this moment, some villagers took out half-cooked broiler chickens from the gray fire with a strong smell of chicken and threw them in front of Ma Chengzhi and his wife.

Xiong Yingzi raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, if you are willing to dig in the ash heap, just take out the burned chickens and take them away, you have all worked hard, and our family has nothing to repay everyone, so let's make up for it! Now that our house has been hit by fire, it is not possible to recover all at once.

Speaking of this, Xiong Yingzi was extremely sad, and covered her face and cried again.

None of the villagers picked up the half-cooked chickens that were still fragrant in front of her, but went to the firewood pile that was burned into ruins again with hoes and shovels, and actually took out many broiler chickens whose feathers were charred and their bodies were still intact. Because they listened to Xiong Yingzi's words as a reward for them, they also took them away unceremoniously.

I don't know who called the police, a police car drove over, parked in the yard, and several policemen came down from above, and some went to the scene to take pictures; Some asked Ma Chengzhi and his wife and the villagers about the situation, but they could not find out the cause of the fire.