Chapter 467: Raising Chickens inappropriately brings tears to the eyes of relatives
In just one day, the seaweed filled the space, but the number of red nematodes only doubled.
"We must speed up the experiment. Unfortunately, the Rubik's Cube is so small that even if we divide it into several spaces for experiments, it's impossible."
Jingshu was a little frustrated. If the Rubik's Cube space was bigger, she could use dozens of separate small spaces to do these experiments at the same time. Unfortunately, the space is now so full that there is no more room. This is also the biggest disadvantage of the Rubik's Cube space. Although it can be combined into large spaces at will, the smallest space can only be divided into 1 cubic meter.
Now there are a lot of foods in the space that are exactly half of 1 cubic meter, that is, half of them have been eaten, such as crucian carp and tofu soup, seafood and shrimp porridge, etc., and the 1 cubic meter space cannot be separated independently. If the magic cube space is not upgraded in a short time, she can only find a place to store these messy foods to solve the problem of crowded space.
"Forget it, let's take advantage of this time to resolve Hao Yunlai's issue first."
Jingshu originally wanted to wait until Hao Yunlai's family agreed to the risk before she started this adventurous method, so she delayed it for several days. However, she didn't expect Yang Yang to say that Hao Yunlai's entire family was killed by him... and the people in Wucheng had no way to do anything these days, so Jingshu could rest assured and try her best.
So, Jingshu prepared the materials and made an appointment with Yang Yang to go see Hao Yunlai together the next day.
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The next day, Jingshu was still asleep when she was awakened by the chattering of the family in the RV. The weather outside was still dark and cold. She wondered if the people in the tents in the back mountain were frozen to death. The weather had been getting colder recently, causing many people who were not afraid of death to return to live in their houses.
Walking from the bedroom to the first floor of the RV, I saw the whole family gathered in front of the TV in the dining room, very excited.
At this moment, the TV was broadcasting the Wucheng morning news, and the female anchor was broadcasting live with a clean and natural look.
"According to data submitted by Jing'an, deputy director of the livestock farm, Wucheng has currently obtained licenses for 50,000 chickens, 2,000 cattle, and 5,000 pigs. 60,000 people have received chicken farming licenses through training," said Jing'an, deputy director of the farm.
The scene changed to a dimly lit livestock farm. Jing's father, wearing farming clothes, said:
"You only need to add 5 virtual coins and you might get a good number like 8888 or 9999, which will make you look more impressive when you walk your chickens. We also ask all chicken owners who don't have a license to come and get their chickens checked and vaccinated, get licensed, and receive training to get a chicken farming license as soon as possible to protect you and your chickens and prevent the spread of viruses by raising chickens without a license.
Wucheng Livestock Farm Jing'an reminds you that with millions of chickens and ducks, safety is paramount. Unregulated chicken farming can bring tears to your family.
The scene switches back to the news anchorwoman: "The rampant spread of the virus has infected many poultry. Criminals are selling these poultry at low prices on the black market. Please remember, [Unlicensed chickens are not good chickens], and there are rewards for reporting..."
The corners of Jingshu's mouth twitched. Jing's father was actually on the news, and he even said such words. It was really something that happened after not seeing him for three days.
"Quack, quack"
The whole family applauded and cheered for Jing's father. Jing's father touched the back of his head with his broad palm and said with a smile, "It's time to get a license plate for our fat chicken. I'm just not sure what category it belongs to. And those two little black chickens need to be registered too. Oh, and is that Lion-head Goose licensed in Wucheng or the Imperial Capital? I heard that license plates in the Imperial Capital are hard to get, and people have to queue up and draw lots."
Jingshu sat down and wolfed down the breakfast Jingnai had made. She ate one transparent, fresh and fragrant shrimp dumpling after another, steamed siumai with soft skin and bouncy meat, egg tarts with crispy crust, and soup dumplings as big as a bowl. Jingshu inserted a tube into her mouth and slurped the crab roe-flavored soup, which burned her tongue. After a while, she replied:
"Now that we have a license, do we not have to kill and eat them?" Jingshu asked. After all, she had never raised chickens in the end of her previous life. She only knew that they were money-eating beasts that laid eggs depending on their mood.
The fat chicken looked over in horror, backing away. What did that mean? Is that what a human being would say? It's already selling its eggs to survive, so why are there still people trying to kill it?
Jing's father smiled and said, "Of course, the chickens and ducks bought from our regular 4S stores cannot be killed. They must be inspected every year, and the chicken patterns cannot be dyed. If there are too many violations in one year,
If there are too many chickens, and they become sick or thin, not only will they be recalled, but their licenses will also be revoked. However, domesticated chickens are not under the jurisdiction and can be killed at will."
The fat chicken shuddered.
Jingshu continued to eat voraciously, and nodded as if she understood: "You can take care of the fat chicken, and as for the lion-head goose, you can take it to Chengwu City." It's not certain whether it will be returned to the imperial capital or not.
Jingshu left after eating, leaving the fat chicken with a sad look.
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A cold wind blew, the night was deep, and it was a desolate wilderness.
"Hao Yunlai lives here?" Jingshu looked up and wrapped herself tightly in her big cotton jacket and baggy cotton pants, looking at the eerie and scary house. She looked around and realized that this was a house built on a pile of graves.
Yang Yang sighed and put on his military leather cap, looking much more handsome. "This used to be Hao Wangjiao Village, a famous pharmaceutical family in Wucheng. There were about one or two hundred people there. Hao Yunlai killed everyone in the village with the same surname. So their ancestral graves must be buried here."
"Second form, open!" A wave of air spread out in the air, and the Rubik's Cube space spread out with Jingshu as the center. The mooing of cows and the diligent buzzing of bees were heard, and Jingshu felt much better.
Hao Yunlai is so scary!
But at this moment, Yang Yang lowered his head and kicked his leather boots, causing his tight pants to creak, and his cold voice was filled with regret:
"You know, Haowangjiao Village became rich by manufacturing counterfeit medicine, and they did all sorts of unscrupulous things. After Hao Yunlai was born, he killed all the tribe members one after another. When they found out he was doomed, they wanted to kill him, but they failed. He just lived on the back of the infamy of his tribe and the outside world, without the love of his family or the sympathy of the outside world."
Jingshu was silent. She didn't expect that the sleepy and Buddhist man had such a tragic background. However, he was able to escape death in the United States thanks to Hao Yunlai.
"Even this can't offset the medical expenses this time."
Yang Yang chuckled, and the atmosphere became less cold. Jingshu went in with the box. The gloomy old house was filled with various expensive mahogany furniture, and it looked dead and dusty.
Hao Yunlai was lying in the cold room, wrapped in thick quilts and shivering from the cold, but he was still snoring softly. Yang Yang shook his head, he had been sleeping like this for more than ten days.
There was an old, hunchbacked, deaf and dumb man in the house who took care of Hao Yunlai.
"This old man is called Hao Saner, and he is the only one who was not killed by the curse." Yang Yang introduced.
Jing Shu put down the medicine box and looked curiously at the old man Hao Yunlai, who was sitting by the fire, shivering in the cold. She asked, "Is it because his sins were the lightest that he didn't die?"
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