Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 4522 Hexagram 8

Chapter 4522 Gossip

Liang Yan was a little unhappy: "I just fed it, the little partridge chicken is very good."

Oh, Luo Bi chuckled, she still thinks Lan Qiao is stopping her.

"Have you fed her?!" Lan Qiao shouted.

Luo Bi glanced at Lan Qiao and said, "Just let Liang Yan feed the baby. Why worry about it?"

Lan Qiao received it and shut her mouth. Fan Yao leaned over and stared at the cardboard box and the little partridges, observing which one was wrong. Seeing this, Lan Qiao and Liang Yuan also came closer to take a look out of curiosity.

Luo Bi didn't go over. What if something was wrong? No one could do anything.

For a moment, no one could figure out what was going on. They chatted for a while about how to raise partridge chickens. Luo Bi did not participate. Some people took credit but didn't think of you, but you are good at blaming others when the partridge chickens died.

The kind-hearted family members of the garrison might not care and give the suggestion of raising partridge chickens, but Luo Bi would never do something that is thankless.

The chat was almost over. Lan Qiao and Fan Yao also had little partridges at home, so they were thinking about them and called Luo Bi to go with them.

After leaving the house, Lan Qiao started talking about Liang Yan: "The sergeant in charge of allocating the little partridges said that they would not be fed or watered for the next two days. Doesn't Liang Yan have a brain? Why didn't he listen?"

Luo Bi laughed and teased: "If they don't listen, what's your business?"

Lan Qiao: "······"

Fan Yao said: "Maybe it won't be a problem if I feed it."

Who knows? No one has figured out what partridge chickens are like yet. Just like Fan Yao said, maybe it won't be a problem to feed them. If it doesn't matter, they will just feed them water and food.

If that doesn't work...

No one will care about it. It is Liang Yuan's business. The death of the little partridge is not theirs. They will only talk about Liang Yuan behind her back and say that she is a fool, but they will not raise the little partridge.

As they were talking, the women went back to their homes.

Fan Yao walked in a hurry, for she was worried that the temperature at home was not high enough and the little partridge would freeze to death.

Luo Bi separated from Fan Yao, and Fan Yao said, "My energy plate is not enough, I need to add a piece of animal skin."

As they were talking, Fan Yao had already arrived at the entrance garden of her house, so Luo Bi didn't respond.

In the afternoon, Lan Qiao came running over with a gossipy look on her face, full of excitement.

Luo Bi's eyes lit up. As expected, Lan Qiao slapped her chest and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, Fan Yao and I didn't feed her water and food like Liang Yuan did. It was right to listen to the military."

"What's wrong?" Luo Bi asked. She probably guessed it, but she still asked.

"Several of Liang Yan's little quails died." Lan Qiao said excitedly, curling her lips: "She was not allowed to feed them, but she fed them too much. She didn't cherish the extra quails she was given. My family didn't even get ten."

Because they got less than Liang Yuan's family, they are still feeling resentful about it.

Lan Qiao continued, "So what if her family gets a large share? If you don't feed her well, she'll die soon."

Luo Bi did not defend Liang Yan at all. Their relationship was just average and could only be used as a topic of conversation after dinner. Besides, Liang Yan did not listen to advice and was self-righteous. The little partridge deserved to die.

"How many died?" Luo Bi asked with bright eyes.

After so many deaths, Liang Yuan learned his lesson.

Lan Qiao stretched out her hand: "Half."

That's the remaining half. Luo Bi thought that the time was still short and a few more could die. It was impossible to stop here. They were all fed water and food. Jiang Yixin's chickens were all wiped out, so it didn't make sense that only half of Liang Yan's partridge chickens would be killed.

People who gossip tend to take pleasure in other people's misfortunes.

"There's still half left." Luo Bi muttered.

Luo Bi was not optimistic about this half either.

(End of this chapter)