Tuan Chong Fu Bao's 70s

Chapter 63 The Dead Chick
The chicks next door were still crying, but they didn't hear Mrs. Du swearing anymore.

Nuan Bao and Xiang Xiang carried the bamboo basket into the north room.

Nuan Bao blinked her big eyes that were as bright as stars, and said to Qin Xiyan as if asking for credit, "Brother, look at our chicks, they are the biggest and the biggest ones, they are the paper balls that Nuan Bao grabbed."

Although I actually grabbed No. 80, but... But the uncle of the team leader said that No. 1 is Nuan Bao's.

She can barely be counted as the No. 1 paper ball that I caught!
A fluffy chick, not as big as a child's fist, looks very weak.

Without the protection of the hen's warm wings, they always nest together subconsciously.

It's like keeping each other warm.

Nuan Bao carefully stroked their soft feathers, "Chicks and chickens will grow up soon, grow up obediently."

Zhou Xiangxiang quickly added, "When I grow up, I will eat meat."

Nuan Bao and Qin Xi looked at each other, and the two children laughed at the same time.

The three children circled around the bamboo basket and looked at it for a long time.

Zhou Xiangxiang said, "Sister, why don't you let them out for a run, they definitely don't like being in the bamboo basket all the time."

Children can't stay at home all the time.

Nuan Bao thought about it, and tentatively picked up a small one with her small hands. She knelt down first with her small body, and then put the chick on the ground with confidence.

The chicken cub's feathers were wrinkled in Nuan Bao's palm.

As soon as it landed, it shook its head wantonly and flicked its feathers.

The soft and shiny feathers will soon be fanned, layer by layer, smooth and clean.

It staggered and ran a few times on the ground, and suddenly ran straight towards Qin Xiyan's feet.

The cheerful ones almost spread their immature little wings.

The male plant stared at the chicks that were getting bigger and bigger in his sight.

His voice trembled.

Male Grass Plant: "Grandma's legs, grandson of the little turtle, I'm going to be pecked to death by your grandpa grass, whoops—"

Nuan Bao, who was pouting her buttocks to hold another chick, trembled when she heard the sound.

She hurried back.

I saw the little chick cub shaking his little head triumphantly, pecking at Uncle Donglingcao's leaves with his pointed beak.

This frightened Nuan Bao.

She immediately ran over with her short legs, gently picked up the chick, and put it into the bamboo basket.

Then he ran to Dong Lingcao.

Male Plant Grass: "Hmph! I want to break up with you, you don't care about me, you don't care about me anymore, I was almost eaten by that shriveled chicken, I almost turned into chicken shit."

Nuan Bao touched the stems and leaves of Donglingcao regretfully, "I'm sorry, it's Nuan Bao's fault, uncle, don't be angry."

After a pause, she remembered Dong Lingcao's favorite thing.

His eyes sparkled and he said, "Two handfuls of fertilizer, okay~"

Male Grass: "Hmph!"

Although I was a little moved, I absolutely never bowed to the evil forces.

It is a strong grass.

Nuan Bao was even more disappointed. She knew that she hadn't paid attention to her uncle's injury.

The little girl was struggling, "I'm sorry—"

The female plant grass said with a smile, "Nuanbao, it has entered a new stage of grass growth. It is the menopause stage, and it is irritable and irritable. This is normal and has nothing to do with you."

The male plant grass: "You are a fairy! You just have early menopause. I will always be young, and I will always be a young grass."

"Sister, who are you talking to?"

Zhou Xiangxiang walked over in a daze, and squatted beside Nuanbao, "Talk to weeds? It's so ugly."

In Zhou Xiangxiang's view, the out-of-season winter grass is naturally not as beautiful as the blooming winter jasmine at the foot of the mountain.

Male grass: "You are talented, your whole family is wild, you are ugly, you are ugly, you are the ugliest in the world."

Nuan Bao sighed a little, "Calm down, Nuan Bao will take you out to bask in the moon at night."

Qin Xiyan's eyes flashed with thought.

Xiao Nuanbao communicates with a plant of grass every day...

And it doesn't look like talking to himself, but rather like a conversation between two people. Could it be that Nuan Bao really understands the language of grass?

But this is too incredible!

After thinking about it, Qin Xiyan classified Nuan Bao's behavior as a child's play.

Seeing that the little chick was eating less food, Nuan Bao thought about what the team leader uncle said, and wanted to catch worms for the little chicken.

Xiangxiang is going too.

After Nuan Bao and Qin Xiyan said goodbye, He Xiangxiang took a small stick, greeted Mrs. Jiang, and went out.

The two little girls caught many bugs on the wild wheat grass by the roadside.

After catching, many stems and leaves were bitten off by insects, and the sluggish wild wheat shook its stems and leaves happily, "Thank you babies, thank you babies—"

If it wasn't for Nuanbao, the insects would have gotten into its tenderest center tonight and bit off her ungrown stems and leaves, and it would have died.

"It's a grasshopper!"

Zhou Xiangxiang pointed to the little grasshopper that just jumped over in front of her and said.

Nuan Bao's eyes lit up, and she covered the trap to prevent the bugs from coming out.

After that, he rolled up his little sleeves and slowly squatted down.

He held his breath subconsciously.

Taking advantage of the grasshopper's inattention, the little girl quickly raised her hand to cover the grasshopper.

He held his little hand empty, closed one eye, and peeked through the other eye.

The little grasshopper is in the palm of my hand! ! !

Nuan Bao held the grasshopper in his palm with a smile, "Xiang Xiang, you are awesome, you are the grasshopper you saw."

Zhou Xiangxiang also likes to be praised. She pursed her lips, smiled shyly, and said, "From now on, we will come to catch bugs every day. I will stare wide-eyed and look for grasshoppers!"

There are a lot of gray vegetables and bracken on the roadside. The hardworking little girl can't help but want to pick wild vegetables when she sees them.

Nuan Bao didn't go back with Xiangxiang until there was a dark shadow in the sky.

Right at the door of his house, Nuan Bao saw a yellow mass.

She was startled, and walked over slowly with small steps, "Chicken?"

Zhou Xiangxiang threw away the grate in fright, "Did our chick die?"

Nuan Bao looked at it, "It's not our family's. The little chickens of our family's chickens are all red, not white."

As for the two chicken cubs in front of him, their feet are white.

Zhou Xiangxiang snorted, "Where did that come from?"

Nuan Bao glanced at the neighbor, "Maybe it's Grandma Du's!"

Zhou Xiangxiang frowned, "Why put it at our door?"

Nuan Bao shook her head, "Give the weeds to grandma first, and then we'll come out and bury the poor chick in the soil!"

She has seen that people are buried in the soil when they die, and grandma said that it is safe to bury in the ground.

Then, she thought, it was the same with the chicks.

After Zhou Xiangxiang said yes, she went to the house to put the bamboo sticks.

Nuan Bao also entered the door, and found a small peg in the corner where the shovel and other agricultural tools were placed.

It was about the size of an adult woman's small arm, with one end made of wood and the other end made of thin iron.

The digging is just right!
(End of this chapter)