Reborn and refused to support his younger brother Mo, but was chased by his ex-wife and sister

He Yuanfang was also panicked. The thing that raised a mouth was most afraid of getting sick.

"Is it enough to just keep them apart? What about those who are sick?"

Lu Shanhe said: "I will buy some veterinary medicine and come back later. You can just separate first. By the way, try to feed them as much as possible in the past few days. Nutrition must keep up, but not to save money. Now is not the time to save money."

He Yuanfang nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, then I won't help you. I'll go home first."

After picking for more than an hour, Lu Shanhe and Li Erniu separated all the quails and asked Li Erniu to put the quails in the front yard to dry in the sun. Lu Shanhe and Shen Wei rode straight to the county seat.

On the other side, Wang Yongzhi was almost going crazy.

Seeing the rapid expansion of his breeding scale, he has already enjoyed it in advance. Not only does he buy good cigarettes, but he also has to go to the hair salon every time he goes to the county town.

Every time he went to Qian Si'er to play cards, he no longer rarely played mahjong for one point, and the ones he played were also five points. Even if he incurred hundreds of yuan in gambling debts, he didn't care.

After all, according to his judgment, with the reproduction speed of quail and the current price, it would only take a matter of minutes to plug those holes.

But at this moment, looking at the dead quails in front of him and hitting the barrels, he felt that the sky was about to collapse.

When Hu Qin saw Wang Yongzhi looking at Quail in a daze, he also got angry.

"What use do you think they can do? Why don't you ask others how to treat them? The rest are hard to eat."

Wang Yongzhi finally came to his senses.

"Oh, yes, I heard from Aunt Wang that the chicken plague used to be cured by soaking rice in white wine. I'll go out to buy some wine and come back to try it."

"Then go soon."

Wang Yongzhi went out and bought two bottles of liquor after a while.

Hu Qin hurriedly brought basins and rice.

Wang Yongzhi opened the bottle, took a sip himself, smacked his lips and said.

"Damn it, it's a waste to feed you."

Hu Qin scolded: "It's this time and you're drunk, why don't you drink it quickly?"

Wang Yongzhi poured two bottles of white wine in at once, but it was obviously a little bit short, so he got some cold water until the rice was submerged, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After an hour, Mi almost drank up the wine, and then the mother and son began to feed the quails.

Seeing that the quails refused to eat, the mother and son started catching quails all over the yard and force-feeding them rice soaked in wine.

In the end, neither of us knew whether we were fed or not. The sky was filled with quails running around.

"No more, just love her to death. I can't be angry with them."

Hu Qin said angrily: "It's only been one day and you can't stand it anymore. I feed you like this every day. What did I say?"

Wang Yongzhi said: "The whole yard is full of arrests. I don't know if they are okay or not. I'm going to be exhausted. Mom, you'd better cook first."

Wang Yongzhi slept very soundly that night. Maybe he was really tired and didn't go out to play cards.

At night, Wang Yongzhi dreamed that his quails were all over the hillside near the Second Brigade, and he woke up laughing.

"Yongzhi, Yongzhi, get up quickly, don't sleep."

Wang Yongzhi was still immersed in his dream, and was startled by Hu Qin's shout.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"What's good? Dead, all dead."

Wang Yongzhi felt his head buzzing and hurriedly got up and rushed out of the room.

What used to be a large area of ​​quails was now less than half of the area. What Wang Yongzhi couldn't accept was that not one of the quails was standing.

"How is that possible? I obviously have many, many quails."

Hu Qin also sat down on the ground. She didn't know exactly how much Wang Yongzhi spent on buying quails, but she had to buy rice and bran for the quails these days.

Just the money spent to buy rice and bran was enough to make her feel painful, and now it was all over.

"So many? Where did they come from? I asked you to feed them, but you didn't feed them well. Now they're all fine, they're all dead. How can you deal with this?"

Just when Hu Qin was sitting on the ground crying, the sound of a motorcycle sounded at the door of the courtyard. Qian Si'er rushed in and understood everything once he entered.

Wang Yongzhi looked at Qian Si'er blankly.

"Fourth brother, won't something happen to you over there?"

Qian Si'er scolded: "Damn it, what's going on? Is your village also in trouble?"

Wang Yongzhi asked: "What's the fuss about?"

Qian Si'er said: "It's a chicken plague. The chickens in the village started to get sick a few days ago. I thought it was okay, but in the end, all my quails died in just three days."

Wang Yongzhi was shocked and said: "There was a riot three days ago? Why didn't you tell me?"

Qian Si'er said: "Can you treat it?"

Wang Yongzhi shook his head.

Qian Si'er said: "I didn't expect it to be so serious. Damn it, we've lost a lot of money now. It's just a chicken plague, but it's such a bad idea."

Wang Yongzhi said: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Boss Fan said he wants us to prepare more. What should we do now?"

Qian Si'er said: "I came here just to ask you about this. I originally thought that using your support and collecting some from your village would be enough, but now that your village is also in trouble, there is no way to do anything. Let’s be honest when the time comes, there is nothing we can do about it.”

Wang Yongzhi said: "But the price given this time is high."

Qian Si'er said: "The price is high and we have to be talented. Forget it, you can ask more about it. I have something to do and leave first."

After saying that, Qian Sier rode away directly.

As soon as Qian Si'er left, a villager walked into the yard, cracking melon seeds.

Hu Qin felt annoyed and wanted to drive people away.

"His sister-in-law, have you heard? Many people's quails in the village have died. Are yours okay?"

Hu Qin was holding his breath and said with a cold face, "It's okay."

The villager said: "It's good, it means your family is well raised. Now our village can only make do with the quails from your family. It is said that there are dozens of quails in He Yuanfang's family that died, but yesterday Lu Shanhe seemed to have bought some quails." I took some medicine and came back to feed them. I heard from He Yuanfang’s wife this morning that the quails are jumping around again today.”

Hu Qin was surprised when he heard this: "Is the Lu Shanhe family's quail dead?"

The villager laughed and said: "Not many of He Yuanfang's family died, but his family can die? It is said that only eleven died? Or twelve? Li Erniu raised too many, it's as if they were not dead."

Wang Yongzhi listened clearly to the conversation between the two, and when he learned that Lu Shanhe had almost no losses, Wang Yongzhi felt an evil fire shooting straight to his forehead.

At this moment, Su Wanqing got up to empty the urinal and walked out of the room.

"It's all you. If it weren't for you, Quail wouldn't have died."

Su Wanqing had been holding it in until now because she didn't want to be angry with Wang Yongzhi. After all, she also knew that Wang Yongzhi and Hu Qin were not in a good mood at this time.

But he just went to the toilet and emptied the almost full urinal. Why did he offend Wang Yongzhi?

"Wang Yongzhi, what do you mean by this? What does the chicken plague have to do with me? I didn't infect them."