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But after all, imagination is fat and reality is skinny.

The long winter had just ended, and it was the time when everything in the mountains came back to life, but the little river shrimps had obviously not yet grown up.

There are very few river shrimps in the small ditch, and most importantly, the river shrimps are small to begin with, and most of them are baby shrimps.

Even Guangdan couldn't bear to do it. We are all babies, why should babies make things difficult for each other!

So in the end, I would catch small fish from the creek and grill them for dinner. When I was satisfied, I would bring them back for everyone to try.

Not to mention, the crispy grilled fish has a unique flavor.

Anyway, Grandpa Lin was very happy eating, especially the small fish baked over low heat, even the fish bones were crispy.

In my grandmother's words, my grandfather was probably a cat in his previous life, a cat that ate small fish. My grandfather simply didn't care.

Guangdan didn't dare to give the fish to Goudan and the other little ones. After all, if they got a fish bone stuck on them, he would have no place to cry.

The large snails that had spent the winter in the ditch were scooped up by Guangdan using a rattan colander, smashed on the pebbles in the yard at home, and then chopped up and fed to the old hens at home.

He originally thought that only ducks and geese liked to eat this kind of aquatic food, but he found that when they were very hungry, chickens would also eat it. He now even believed that rabbits also eat meat.

Guangdan is busy like this every day, just hoping that the old hen will lay eggs so that he can get a brown sugar egg to eat.

He drooled just thinking about it. Now he could understand why Europeans liked food so sweet.

The more people lack sugar, the more they desire sweetness. Just like himself, he feels like he could just be called Lin Tiantian.

Every day, apart from wanting to eat something oily, the rest of the time I want to eat something sweet.

I'm getting off topic. In fact, when Guangdan was feeling a little desperate about this small ditch, good news finally came from Shitou's family.

The chicks he bought at great expense can now go home.

After getting the news, Guangdan followed his grandmother closely to Shitou's house.

Xiaogu and Erya spread a thick layer of straw in the bamboo basket, and then covered the entire bamboo basket with burlap to prevent the chicks from being blown by the cold wind on their way home.

When we arrived at Grandma Shitou’s precious chicken coop, we could see the furry little chicks huddled together.

Although the smell is a bit pungent, the chirping sound sounds particularly cute.

Guangdan stretched out his hand and wanted to grab one to have a look, but was slapped in the face by his grandmother.

"Don't pinch the chicken!" Grandma said as she pulled Stone Milk, and the two old people muttered to each other.

Grandma Lin: "Don't give me all the roosters!"

Shitou Nai: "How is it possible that I am that kind of person? Not to mention that this nest of chicks is good, I guarantee they will be easy to raise!"

Grandma Lin: "That's hard to say. Anyway, when there are more roosters, I will bring them back to exchange!"

Shitou Nai: "Old sister, what kind of relationship do we have? It won't be much!"

As he said that, he stretched out his wrinkled big hands to grab the chicks in the chicken coop. Grandma Lin waved her arm and wanted to choose one herself!

"Let me do it! Don't give me the listless ones!" As he said this, his whole body became more and more aggressive!

Shitou Nai had no choice but to let Grandma Lin catch the chicks in the chicken coop by herself. She wasn't bragging, but the chicks in her coop were absolutely amazing!

Besides, this old woman is so picky. How can she tell the roosters and hens from such a small bunch of chickens?

Grandma Lin really couldn't tell them apart. It was very difficult to tell the difference between male and female chicks when they were just chicks, but she just caught them according to her taste.

After catching thirty chickens, Grandma Shitou’s chicken coop was suddenly empty by more than half.

"Why do you raise so many this year?" Shi Tou Nai asked curiously while helping to cover the chicks with burlap to prevent them from getting cold.

Grandma Lin glanced at Guangdan who was still smiling happily beside her and curled the corners of her mouth.

"There are many children at home. If I go back and let them take care of them, I will owe the tribe money. I have to work harder! Oh."

Grandma Lin sighed as she spoke, and wow, the topic was opened.

The two little old ladies seemed to be able to speak out what they had been holding back for a whole winter.

Shitou Nai also talked about her own family affairs. After all, Shitou's family had invited Six Fingers to their home, and there were some frictions, big and small, in their lives.

So the two old ladies were chatting with great interest, causing Guangdan'er, who was sitting beside them, to prick up his little ears and gossip.

It was as if they were talking about everything from their own daughter-in-law to their mother-in-law who had passed away long ago. Guangdan felt that if they continued talking like this, they would die sooner or later after five thousand years!

After listening to gossip for half the morning, Guangdan finally received praise from Grandma Shitou.

The original words are:

"This kid is patient and doesn't run around. He's a good kid."

Grandma Lin looked at her grandson in silence. Don't think she didn't see the little guy's excited expression.

But is it okay for a boy to like gossiping about other people's affairs like this?

Grandma Lin got herself into trouble just like that, so she was gossiping about other people's affairs? Not really, right?

After arriving home, grandma did not put the chicks into the chicken coop immediately, but asked my aunt to take out a handful of dry mugwort from the ear room.

Just light the dry mugwort and cover it with a layer of wood ash, and smoke will instantly rise in the small yard.

It was at this time that grandma took the chicks out of the bamboo basket, caught several of them and put them in a rattan colander, and then smoked them on the mugwort incense.

For a moment, the little chicks screamed in panic and flapped their furry little wings.

"Grandma, why do you need to smoke?" Guangdan asked curiously, tilting his head. As far as he could remember, grandma seemed to smoke the chicks every time she brought them back.

Grandma Lin pulled the chicks apart and explained with a smile, "Chickens smoked with wormwood are easier to raise. All the chicks in the nest smell the same and won't fight each other."

After hearing this, Guangdan suddenly realized that this was probably using mugwort to kill bacteria?

In this distant era, farmers also used their wisdom to treat poultry farming.

Next, Guangdan immediately adjusted his attitude and began to humbly ask for advice from his grandmother.

After all, he was the one who started the chicken farming business, so he needed to learn more about it.

After all, although he is nine years old now, he is still short and can't do anything. He can only be a chicken farmer!

After grandma had smoked all the chicks, she put them into the chicken coop, which was covered with a windbreak made of dogtail.

Even if there is no heating facility in the chicken coop, the chicks will not feel cold if they huddle in the hay pile.

Just when Guangdan was worrying about what to feed the chicks, his uncle finally finished working in the fields and came to the Lin family with his third son in high spirits.