"Master Li, please, please, you have to help us think of a way, we're going to die, I, I can't..."

This big, strong man was so anxious he was almost in tears.

Because of the scarcity of species, even a few chicks are treated with more preciousness than people.

When it's hot, they fan themselves; when it's cold, they cover themselves with blankets. They eat only pure grains, afraid that there might be even the slightest problem with them.

"Don't worry, don't worry, as long as it's not chicken plague, it's not a big problem."

Mr. Li's family used to run a breeding farm, and they were very skilled at raising chickens, ducks, and geese.

Two months have passed, and the chicks have grown quite a bit. The rooster looks fine, but the two hens are sickly and weak.

Zuo Ling caught the rooster, and the rooster flapped its wings, attracting Qian Yu's attention.

"Sister Zuo, I heard you were back yesterday, and I was thinking of coming to see you later."

During the time Zuo Ling was away, the vegetable garden and grain garden were noticeably not growing as well as when Zuo Ling was there. In addition, the chicks got sick, and Qian Yu felt that nothing was going right.

"Ah, you all go about your business, I just came to check in."

With the chick problem unresolved, Qian Yu had no other interest in anything else. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she went to linger around Master Li.

Master Li asked very detailed questions, such as how many times a day to feed and water the chickens, what they eat, when to feed them, and what temperature to keep in the chicken coop.

Zuo Ling listened for a few minutes and then stopped. She used her supernatural power to circle the rooster a few times, and the rooster visibly perked up.

Zuo Ling was overjoyed; it really worked!

I found a feeding bowl and mixed some space water into it for the rooster to drink.

The soldiers watching from the sidelines had their eyes and eyebrows twitching. They had specific times for feeding the animals; they couldn't just feed them whenever they wanted. What if they fed them something bad?

Zuo Ling held a high position in the plantation, and no one dared to interfere. Besides, the chicks were given to her by someone else, so no one dared to interfere with her either.

He kept giving Qian Yu meaningful glances, but Qian Yu was completely focused on Master Li and didn't notice.

After feeding the rooster, Zuo Ling picked up the hen.

The little hen's eyelids drooped, looking as if it was about to die.

"Sister Zuo... Sister Zuo, that..."

Fearing something might go wrong, the soldiers on duty dared not let Zuo Ling do as she pleased and tried to stop her.

Cluck cluck, cluck...

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw the little rooster with its neck held high, pacing back and forth on its short legs, its previous listlessness gone.

Huh?

Qian Yu remembered clearly that when he came in, he took a special look and the rooster's symptoms were milder than the hen's, but it wasn't as energetic.

The young soldier looked like he'd seen a ghost, and Qian Yu followed his gaze.

The little hen, who had just been on the verge of death, was now pecking at the corn kernels in Zuo Ling's hand.

"It, it, it, why is it eating?"

Zuo Ling gave him a strange look: "You're hungry."

"No, no, it stopped eating much the day before yesterday."

"Hmm, so I'm hungry. Let's eat now."

The two of them didn't seem to be on the same wavelength at all during their conversation.

"I mean it's sick. It didn't eat much the day before yesterday, but now it's eating."

"How was I supposed to know? It ate as soon as I fed it."

Zuo Lingyi pushed 265.

Qian Yu simply grabbed the sickly little hen from Master Li's hand and stuffed it into Zuo Ling's hand; he refused to believe in such superstitions.

"Feed it again."

The supernatural power moved quickly, and the little hen raised its head slightly. Zuo Ling placed it on the edge of the water basin.

The little hen stumbled to her feet, then buried her head in the basin and pecked incessantly.

"It drank it, it drank it."

The soldiers were so happy they cried. The chicks wouldn't eat, and the soldiers were so worried they couldn't eat or sleep either.

Qian Yu said seriously, "Sister Zuo, what's wrong with you? No matter how we try to feed you, you won't eat."

"Didn't you see? I didn't do anything."

Zuo Ling pretended to be stupid, and seeing that he didn't believe her, she said seriously:

"They're probably tired. You're always fiddling with them, and the chicks aren't getting enough rest, so of course they don't want to eat."

The young soldiers: It's because we were too diligent!

Mr. Li: I've raised chickens, ducks and geese my whole life, and I've never heard of one not eating when it's sleepy.

Qian Yu: You're just talking nonsense!