Chapter 511

When Wen Xiao returned to his apartment, he first put the little partridge chicken on the big balcony. His residence was not as hot as Luo Bi's. He found several light and soft animal skins in the storage container and wrapped the small carton, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

After finishing these, Wen Xiao dialed a communication to his brother Wen Yao. Wen Yao Listened: "this kind of good thing doesn't inform me. No, I'll ask for some tomorrow."

"If you can keep it alive, don't ask for it first, brother. Do you know a rare bird breeder? We are all worried about raising dead and want to consult the feeding method of chicks." Wen Xiao felt that the gap in the animal skin was large, so he stretched out his hand and narrowed the gap.

"Know some." Wen Yao thought for a moment: "wait, I'll ask you."

Wen Yao hangs up the communication and selects in his mind to dial the communication to a level 5 rare bird breeder. The other party is from Dixing. He is quite authoritative in the rare bird breeding industry, but his temperament is arrogant. Wen Yao generally ignores him if he has nothing to do.

The level-5 rare bird breeder still gave Wen Yao a lot of face. When Wen Yao asked, he said, "the little partridge chicken that has just broken its shell is relatively young and needs to feed high-level nutritional bread crumbs or biscuit crumbs. In terms of drinking, it must be purified animal milk."

Then he recited some professional terms. Wen Yao perfunctorily hung up and turned back to tell Wen Xiao the original words.

"Shit, you're so delicate." Wen Xiao burst into a rude remark.

Qin Yilang also asked the breeder of the garrison base. His reply was similar to that of the level 5 rare bird breeder. Several people gathered together to discuss it. They decided to listen to Luo Bi's advice and not feed it first. If they were hungry for a night, they would send it back to Luo Bi.

The next day, Jiang Yixin got up and went to see his little partridge chicken. However, when he opened the animal skin, two died. He didn't know when he died. His body was already cold. Jiang Yixin was very sad and hurried to knock on the apartments of Li Feng and others and ask them about their little partridge chicken.

"One of mine is dead." Wen Xiao said.

Qin Yilang raised two fingers. Two of his were dead. Li Feng said, "I'm dead."

Finally, Shaochen was left. Several people looked at him together. Shaochen said, "one of mine is not dead. It's all good."

Wen Xiao's eyes were straight: "how did you do it? None of them died."

There is no need to feed or water. In this case, they have a mortality rate, but Shaochen's does not. Li Feng guessed that it may have something to do with keeping warm, and suggested: "just go and have a look."

Several people were anxious and went to Shaochen's apartment together. The carton with little partridge chicken was placed on the big balcony. Qin Yilang and others walked over and saw why Shaochen was not dead. They kept warm well. There was a small fire next to the small carton, and they only wrapped the small carton with animal skin.

After learning from their experience, several people immediately went back to their apartment to light a fire. They all had firewood reserves before winter. They had planned to cook delicious food in their spare time, but now it came in handy. After making the small fire, Wen Xiao was not at ease and dialed a communication to Luo Bi: "last night, all our little partridge chickens were dead, one or both. Are you hungry?"

One or two of the little partridge chickens that just broke their shells died, which seemed normal to Luo Bi. Three of her died last night, but Wen Xiao asked, and she thought for a moment and said, "no, it should be that the temperature is not enough to freeze to death."