Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

After entering autumn, it is still dark when I wake up in the morning.

Cui Zhaozhao was preparing breakfast at home, while Lin chopped some chicken feed and went to the empty house.

Before the door was unlocked, there was a chirping sound from inside.

Except for two that were still curled up on the ground, the others staggered towards the food bowl.

Lin specially brought a bamboo basket and took the chicks home.

"Good morning, Auntie San!"

"Aunt San, let me help you get it."

Xiaowu jumped up to Lin and snatched the basket.

Lin smiled and retracted her arm. Compared to before, she could clearly feel a fresh energy coming from Xiaowu.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"We're not sleepy! Our pigs love to eat dewy pig grass."

The bamboo basket behind Silang was filled with fresh pig grass.

Although they had moved out before, they were always worried because their father had not returned. After last night, the five children finally put their minds at ease.

The second brother also said that once they saved up a few taels of silver, they would build a big house for themselves.

They were so excited that they couldn't sleep last night. The moment they closed their eyes, they saw the brand new big house.

When the basket was shaken, the chicks chirped in protest.

Xiao Wu was surprised and said, "There are actually chicks in the basket. No, the villagers said that chicks will get sick now and can't be raised."

"It's okay, the chicks are all healed."

Xiaowu lifted the coarse cloth covering the bamboo basket and kept looking at it, even secretly rubbing it with his little hands.

Soft feel.

Lin saw the sneaky little action clearly.

"Little five."

"Aunt San, what's wrong?"

"The yard behind your house is still empty, you can raise some chickens and ducks."

The yard behind the west room was large enough to raise pigs, but a piglet cost three hundred coins, which was unaffordable for them.

Shi Lang scratched his head. "I want to catch a few and raise them, but there's chicken plague right now, and my second brother said we should wait until spring."

Lin said gently, "Don't worry about chicken plague. There are ways to treat it. These chicks are the sick chickens that the village head originally had. He gave me a few to cover the cost of medicine. If you want to raise them, you can take a few back with you."

Xiaowu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Then...we'll give you money."

"Okay." Lin agreed straightforwardly, "Then I'll buy one for ten cents."

With Feng's words and deeds as their guide, Erlang and his friends are very resistant to taking advantage of others. Even though they are a family, they still have to settle accounts clearly and meticulously.

Passing by Mr. Cui's house, Silang stopped and skillfully threw two bundles of pig grass into the yard.

My aunt is a good person. She spoke up for them last night.

After arriving home, Silang went back to discuss the matter, took out forty cents, and picked out four chicks.

She had discussed this with the head of the village before, and decided to keep seven chickens, give four to the second wife, and put the remaining three into her own chicken coop.

Xiaoliu rubbed his sleepy eyes and happily went to his backyard with the chick in his arms.

Six chickens can lay six eggs, and one person can’t finish them all.

After dinner, Lin carried a bamboo basket and Cui Zhaozhao carried a bamboo basket and went to the headman's house.

In addition to sending chicks, I also mentioned the locust epidemic.

Smoke is rising from every house in the village. Now is the critical time before the autumn harvest. Even the most frugal people will fill their stomachs before going to the fields.

The gate of the village head's house was open.

"What! You said these locusts died of disease?!"

The headman's voice suddenly rose high, and he wanted to put his head into the bamboo basket to see what was inside clearly.

"Yes."

Lin opened the bamboo basket and borrowed a pair of scissors from the village head.

"Look at the color inside their bellies."

Colors that are unclear at night are very clear during the day.

"It's definitely different, but how can we be sure that I'm infected with the disease?"

Every night, I catch and kill countless locusts, but I never pay attention to their color.

The village head secretly regretted it.