Chapter 179 The chicken that survived the cracks
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
"Ping An, why are you laughing?" Jiang Wan asked doubtfully.
Ping An picked up the painting and showed it to Jiang Wan.
On the picture, there is a simple kang with two heads next to each other. Although the faces cannot be seen clearly, the warm atmosphere of the picture is felt.
Jiang Wan smiled and scolded: "You are quite capable, not bad!"
Ping An blushed, and Qiao Liancheng also looked over curiously. Seeing this, his face stiffened, and the joy in his eyes flashed away.
"It looks okay. You can draw if you want, but don't delay your homework!"
When Ping An saw that his father had no objection to him drawing, he nodded quickly, his little head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
Just when the family was enjoying themselves, suddenly, a gentle chirping sound came.
Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment and turned around to look for him in confusion.
"Why do I seem to hear chirping!"
Qiao Liancheng said: "I heard it last night, but it was just a few short sounds."
Ping An's eyes widened in shock: "It's my chick."
The three jumped up and rummaged around the house, and finally found a dying chick in a gap between the kang and the wall.
"It's the one we hatched. It's been stuck in the gap for two days and one night, and it's still alive!"
Jiang Wan was also filled with emotion: "It's probably because it got stuck in the gap that it wasn't trampled to death by those people."
Ping An was a little sad: "Dad, can it still survive?"
Qiao Liancheng shook his head: "It's probably quite annoying."
Ping An was even more sad, and his eyes were almost red.
Jiang Wan snatched the little chicken away: "What's the use of being sad, it's not that you're not dead yet. If there is a glimmer of hope, we have to fight for it."
As she spoke, she carefully placed the chick in the towel and wrapped it around her body to keep it warm.
"Qiao Liancheng, go get a hot water bottle. It needs to be kept warm. The water shouldn't be too hot. If it's too hot, it'll be boiled."
"Ping'an, go and get a small piece of the steamed bun we had for dinner, and get some to cool down."
The two of them did so without saying a word.
There was not much time, and the water bottle was ready. Jiang Wan made a small nest with a towel and a quilt, and then put the hot water bottle into the towel and wrapped it.
The chick was placed in the nest.
Ping An's steamed buns were brought over. Jiang Wan crushed them into pieces with her fingers and placed them in front of Xiaoji.
The chicken is dying and occasionally makes a little chirping sound.
Even though water and food were placed in front of him, he had no intention of eating them.
The three people's hearts sank.
"Dad, is it going to die?"
Qiao Liancheng sighed softly and reached out to touch his son's hair.
"It's natural for chickens to be impermanent in life and death, don't be sad!"
Ping An hummed and lowered his head in silence.
Jiang Wan felt a little irritated when she saw the sadness and helplessness surging between father and son.
"It's not like I'm not dead yet. Let's try again!"
After saying this, she grabbed the chick, opened its mouth, and dripped water into its mouth bit by bit.
Perhaps it was because he had not eaten food for two days and one night, but after the water went in, the chicken actually swallowed it.
"Drink, it drank!" Ping An shouted happily.
Jiang Wan glanced at him: "Keep your voice down, don't scare it."
She thought for a while, soaked the steamed bun with water again, squeezed out a little bit of the turbid steamed bun water, and dripped it into the chick's mouth.
She actually has no experience, so this is purely treating a dead horse as a living horse.
After struggling like this for a while, I saw that the chicken stopped drinking, but still looked like it was dying, so I reluctantly put it back in the box.
"There's nothing I can do, just leave it to fate!"
Ping An bit his lip and hummed, but his eyes were still looking at the little chicken pitifully.
Qiao Liancheng reluctantly comforted his son with a few words and just let him go.
He has seen too much life and death, so he can understand his son's mood.
But powerless.
This night, several people seemed to be a little sad, but they were no longer in the happy mood at the beginning.
At dawn the next day, before Jiang Wan woke up, she was awakened by a chirping sound.
It took me a long time to figure out that this was the cry of a chicken.
Chicken!
Jiang Wan's mind suddenly became clear. She turned over and sat up, looking anxiously into the box at the head of the kang.
Sure enough, the little chick who was still dying last night was actually standing there full of energy today. His high-spirited and confident look almost made Jiang Wan burst into tears.
"Holy shit, I'm alive!"
Not only her, but Ping An and Qiao Liancheng also got up and grinned at the little life in the box that survived the disaster.
The chicken comes alive!
Not only did he survive, but he also ate all the garbage that Jiang Wan put in the box last night.
Qiao Liancheng went to work, and Jiang Wan went to get some meat. When she came back, she saw Ping An, holding a chicken in both hands, sitting on the steps in front of the door and talking.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Wan put the pig's head on the ground and asked curiously.
Ping An replied with a smile: "I named it Xiaoxue."
Jiang Wan was slightly stunned: "Why is it called Xiaoxue?"
Ping An answered happily: "Because I personally watched it be born, and we saved it with our own hands. I want to take care of it as it grows up."
"Just like Aunt Jiang Xue took care of me when I grew up."
"So, I call it Xiaoxue."
"Aunt Jiang Xue's snow!"
Jiang Wan: "..."
According to Ping An: Jiang Xue = Xiaoxue = Chicken!
Ah, very good!
She suppressed her laughter and turned around to pack the pig's head.
After cleaning up, I put the pig head meat into the big pot, filled it with water, added firewood and simmered it on a low fire.
These are what she makes every day. She knows how much meat, how much water and how much firewood. She basically knows it from the bottom of her heart.
"Peace, let's go back to the courtyard to meet your Aunt Jiang Xue!" Jiang Wan shouted outside the door.
"Oh!" Ping An agreed and came out of the back room in a short time.
When he came out, he was carrying a small bag.
This is the small schoolbag Jiang Xue gave him. It is green and carried across the shoulder. There is a bright red five-pointed star embroidered on the outside of the bag.
I like Ping An so much that I can’t bear to carry it on my back!
I took it out and carried it on my back today, feeling very happy.
Jiang Wan didn't ask him what was in his backpack and took him directly back to the hospital.
On the way, Jiang Wan heard a few chirping sounds from time to time, which were very small and short.
At first I thought I heard it wrong, but when I was about to reach the gate of the compound, I realized something was wrong.
"Peace, just wait!"
Jiang Wan stopped the child, pulled him and asked him seriously: "What's in your backpack? Is it Xiaoxue!"
Ping An nodded without hesitation: "I'm afraid that Xiaoxue will be a lonely chicken at home, and I'm also afraid that bad guys will trample it to death."
Jiang Wan thought it made sense, but still warned:
"Don't talk to Aunt Jiang Xue about Xiaoxue, okay?"
Ping An was confused: "Why not?"
Jiang Wan was silent and said: "Because..."
She wanted to explain, but when she looked up and saw Ping An's clear eyes, she couldn't say the explanation.
This is the bad taste of adults. To a child, a chicken is a chicken and has nothing to do with any insulting words.
She couldn't bear to tarnish this pure childish heart!
Ping An picked up the painting and showed it to Jiang Wan.
On the picture, there is a simple kang with two heads next to each other. Although the faces cannot be seen clearly, the warm atmosphere of the picture is felt.
Jiang Wan smiled and scolded: "You are quite capable, not bad!"
Ping An blushed, and Qiao Liancheng also looked over curiously. Seeing this, his face stiffened, and the joy in his eyes flashed away.
"It looks okay. You can draw if you want, but don't delay your homework!"
When Ping An saw that his father had no objection to him drawing, he nodded quickly, his little head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
Just when the family was enjoying themselves, suddenly, a gentle chirping sound came.
Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment and turned around to look for him in confusion.
"Why do I seem to hear chirping!"
Qiao Liancheng said: "I heard it last night, but it was just a few short sounds."
Ping An's eyes widened in shock: "It's my chick."
The three jumped up and rummaged around the house, and finally found a dying chick in a gap between the kang and the wall.
"It's the one we hatched. It's been stuck in the gap for two days and one night, and it's still alive!"
Jiang Wan was also filled with emotion: "It's probably because it got stuck in the gap that it wasn't trampled to death by those people."
Ping An was a little sad: "Dad, can it still survive?"
Qiao Liancheng shook his head: "It's probably quite annoying."
Ping An was even more sad, and his eyes were almost red.
Jiang Wan snatched the little chicken away: "What's the use of being sad, it's not that you're not dead yet. If there is a glimmer of hope, we have to fight for it."
As she spoke, she carefully placed the chick in the towel and wrapped it around her body to keep it warm.
"Qiao Liancheng, go get a hot water bottle. It needs to be kept warm. The water shouldn't be too hot. If it's too hot, it'll be boiled."
"Ping'an, go and get a small piece of the steamed bun we had for dinner, and get some to cool down."
The two of them did so without saying a word.
There was not much time, and the water bottle was ready. Jiang Wan made a small nest with a towel and a quilt, and then put the hot water bottle into the towel and wrapped it.
The chick was placed in the nest.
Ping An's steamed buns were brought over. Jiang Wan crushed them into pieces with her fingers and placed them in front of Xiaoji.
The chicken is dying and occasionally makes a little chirping sound.
Even though water and food were placed in front of him, he had no intention of eating them.
The three people's hearts sank.
"Dad, is it going to die?"
Qiao Liancheng sighed softly and reached out to touch his son's hair.
"It's natural for chickens to be impermanent in life and death, don't be sad!"
Ping An hummed and lowered his head in silence.
Jiang Wan felt a little irritated when she saw the sadness and helplessness surging between father and son.
"It's not like I'm not dead yet. Let's try again!"
After saying this, she grabbed the chick, opened its mouth, and dripped water into its mouth bit by bit.
Perhaps it was because he had not eaten food for two days and one night, but after the water went in, the chicken actually swallowed it.
"Drink, it drank!" Ping An shouted happily.
Jiang Wan glanced at him: "Keep your voice down, don't scare it."
She thought for a while, soaked the steamed bun with water again, squeezed out a little bit of the turbid steamed bun water, and dripped it into the chick's mouth.
She actually has no experience, so this is purely treating a dead horse as a living horse.
After struggling like this for a while, I saw that the chicken stopped drinking, but still looked like it was dying, so I reluctantly put it back in the box.
"There's nothing I can do, just leave it to fate!"
Ping An bit his lip and hummed, but his eyes were still looking at the little chicken pitifully.
Qiao Liancheng reluctantly comforted his son with a few words and just let him go.
He has seen too much life and death, so he can understand his son's mood.
But powerless.
This night, several people seemed to be a little sad, but they were no longer in the happy mood at the beginning.
At dawn the next day, before Jiang Wan woke up, she was awakened by a chirping sound.
It took me a long time to figure out that this was the cry of a chicken.
Chicken!
Jiang Wan's mind suddenly became clear. She turned over and sat up, looking anxiously into the box at the head of the kang.
Sure enough, the little chick who was still dying last night was actually standing there full of energy today. His high-spirited and confident look almost made Jiang Wan burst into tears.
"Holy shit, I'm alive!"
Not only her, but Ping An and Qiao Liancheng also got up and grinned at the little life in the box that survived the disaster.
The chicken comes alive!
Not only did he survive, but he also ate all the garbage that Jiang Wan put in the box last night.
Qiao Liancheng went to work, and Jiang Wan went to get some meat. When she came back, she saw Ping An, holding a chicken in both hands, sitting on the steps in front of the door and talking.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Wan put the pig's head on the ground and asked curiously.
Ping An replied with a smile: "I named it Xiaoxue."
Jiang Wan was slightly stunned: "Why is it called Xiaoxue?"
Ping An answered happily: "Because I personally watched it be born, and we saved it with our own hands. I want to take care of it as it grows up."
"Just like Aunt Jiang Xue took care of me when I grew up."
"So, I call it Xiaoxue."
"Aunt Jiang Xue's snow!"
Jiang Wan: "..."
According to Ping An: Jiang Xue = Xiaoxue = Chicken!
Ah, very good!
She suppressed her laughter and turned around to pack the pig's head.
After cleaning up, I put the pig head meat into the big pot, filled it with water, added firewood and simmered it on a low fire.
These are what she makes every day. She knows how much meat, how much water and how much firewood. She basically knows it from the bottom of her heart.
"Peace, let's go back to the courtyard to meet your Aunt Jiang Xue!" Jiang Wan shouted outside the door.
"Oh!" Ping An agreed and came out of the back room in a short time.
When he came out, he was carrying a small bag.
This is the small schoolbag Jiang Xue gave him. It is green and carried across the shoulder. There is a bright red five-pointed star embroidered on the outside of the bag.
I like Ping An so much that I can’t bear to carry it on my back!
I took it out and carried it on my back today, feeling very happy.
Jiang Wan didn't ask him what was in his backpack and took him directly back to the hospital.
On the way, Jiang Wan heard a few chirping sounds from time to time, which were very small and short.
At first I thought I heard it wrong, but when I was about to reach the gate of the compound, I realized something was wrong.
"Peace, just wait!"
Jiang Wan stopped the child, pulled him and asked him seriously: "What's in your backpack? Is it Xiaoxue!"
Ping An nodded without hesitation: "I'm afraid that Xiaoxue will be a lonely chicken at home, and I'm also afraid that bad guys will trample it to death."
Jiang Wan thought it made sense, but still warned:
"Don't talk to Aunt Jiang Xue about Xiaoxue, okay?"
Ping An was confused: "Why not?"
Jiang Wan was silent and said: "Because..."
She wanted to explain, but when she looked up and saw Ping An's clear eyes, she couldn't say the explanation.
This is the bad taste of adults. To a child, a chicken is a chicken and has nothing to do with any insulting words.
She couldn't bear to tarnish this pure childish heart!
