On the tenth year of the natural disaster, I went to farm with me

Chapter 603 Cub
Is the reason why Territory No. 7 asked Huo Jun to come and take him in today because Sister Yan was afraid of the smell?

Under the unintentional interference of these two arrogant little guys, Xia Qing felt that the distance between her and the goddess Yanlong was getting farther and farther, and the distance between her and the cute little cat was also getting farther and farther...

Huo Zhun was a very insensitive guy. He was still cheerful even without hearing Xia Qing's response. "I'll get you a basin of warm water so you can wash this little guy, okay?"

"Thank you, Brother Huo." It would be better if he could wash it. Little White Hair is undergoing a caesarean section inside, and when it comes out, it will definitely need the plucked weasel to take good care of it. By then, the plucked weasel will still be covered in mud, and it is very likely that Little White Hair will be infected with germs.

"No trouble." Huo Zhun went out cheerfully, and soon brought back a large basin of warm water for washing clothes. This much water was enough to wash a weasel, or even a half-grown wild boar.

Before Xia Qing could say anything, Huo Zhun went out again and brought back a small basin for washing face. He said very considerately, "Wash your hands in this basin first, and then use the big basin to wash the weasel."

Huo Jun did not dare to underestimate this anesthetized little weasel at all, because this little guy might be his important partner after he retired from the army!

"Thank you, Brother Huo." Xia Qing put the towel wrapped around the weasel on the ground before washing her hands. The corridor of Territory No. 7 was white and clean, much cleaner than Xia Qing and the weasel.

While Xia Qing was cleaning the mud off her protective gloves and arms, Huo Zhun squatted beside her and stared at the plucked weasel.

When Xia Qing took off her protective gloves and put on thin antibacterial gloves, and put the little weasel into the large basin to wash it, Huo Zhun saw the anesthetized little creature stretching out its body, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "How did such a small weasel, not even as big as a cat, evolve such a highly toxic gas?"

Xia Qing had actually considered this question before. "Releasing poison gas is the main means of defense for weasels. It is normal for the evolution of creatures on Blue Star to strengthen this ability."

Huo Zhun agreed with Xia Qing's statement, "That's right. My dad used to be a blacksmith, and he was stronger than most people. During the great biological evolution, his strength increased dramatically, and he became a strength evolver. I inherited his genes, and I also became a strength evolver."

Xia Qing nodded, "My dad is also a power evolver."

After taking revenge, Xia Qing was in a calm state of mind when talking about his parents again.

Huo Jun knew that Xia Qing had no relatives. He was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say, so he just squatted aside and watched her wash the weasel.

After quickly washing the mud off the plucked weasel, Xia Qing picked it up and rubbed it from head to tail several times. After rubbing off the water, she took out an absorbent towel from her backpack and wrapped the little guy, rubbing it quickly to let the towel absorb the remaining moisture in the fur, then changed to a clean towel, wrapped the little guy, and held it in the palm of her hand.

To be honest, this little guy feels pretty good when I jerk him off...

In less than an hour, the door of the operating room opened and Zhang He walked out, followed by a surgical assistant carrying a box.

Xia Qing recognized this assistant as the one who went to Territory No. 3 to get water rats last year. His name was Zhang Song, and he specialized in studying animals.

Before the "family member" Xia Qing could ask, Zhang He explained the situation, "This albino weasel was pregnant for the first time. Due to difficult labor, three of the eight cubs died. The remaining five are still healthy. You can see for yourself."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister He. If it weren't for you and Brother Song, these five cubs wouldn't have survived." After thanking her, Xia Qing took the cardboard box that Zhang Song was carrying.

Opening the carton, Xia Qing saw the albino weasel lying on its side on a light blue diaper pad. The cut on her abdomen was very small and covered with a layer of tape. Five sparsely furred cubs were huddled on the white-haired weasel's abdomen to feed. Among the five little guys, three had light brown fur, one was white, and one had a light brown back and a white abdomen. They looked very healthy as they tried to feed.

Xia Qing asked, "Sister Zhang, can I take the three dead cubs back with me?"

Of course Zhang He had no objection and asked Zhang Song to take out the three dead weasel cubs from the operating room.

Zhang Song handed Xia Qing the bodies of three cubs whose placenta had not yet been cleaned off, which were packed in a small packaging bag, and reminded her, "Miss Xia, don't touch the weasels and the cubs directly with your hands, otherwise your scent will remain on the cubs, which may cause the mother weasel to make a wrong judgment and bite the cubs to death."

Xia Qing took the bag and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Sister He and Brother Song. I have some at home..."

"No need. Our lord will settle the medical expenses with you." Zhang He interrupted Xia Qing, "The best medicine was used on the wound on this weasel. There is no need to remove the stitches or change the medicine. As long as it doesn't touch water and is not infected by bacteria, it will heal in three to five days."

After expressing his gratitude, Xia Qing opened the carton again and carefully put the plucked weasel and the three dead cubs in before leaving with the box.

As Huo Zhun was walking her out, he asked in a low voice, "Are you going to keep this nest of weasels?"

Xia Qing answered very straightforwardly, "No."

The rainy season is coming, and she has to protect the farmland and the valley, prepare for spring ploughing and rice planting, and train to improve her combat power, so she has no time to raise a nest of weasels. After the anesthesia wears off, the new parents can take their children wherever they want.

When Xia Qing returned to her territory, it was already dawn. The sick wolf waiting on the high slope saw her carrying a box back and immediately came up to sniff it.

Xia Qing touched the sick wolf's fur that was covered in mud and frost, and whispered, "It has already been born, most of the cubs are still alive, and the little white one is fine too. I'll show it to you when I get home."

Xia Qing came to the big tung tree with the box and asked another companion, "Why did the boss come out so early? The temperature has just started to warm up, and the big tung tree can't sprout today."

Boss Yang ignored Xia Qing and just raised his head to stare at the big chun tree.

Xia Qing rubbed its head and said, "Boss, keep watching. I'll go home and cook for you."

The eldest sheep shook his head, and was very dissatisfied with Xia Qing's bad habit of touching his head when he had nothing to do.

After going down the hill, the sick wolf told Xia Qing that it was holding the box.

"Okay, hold it here and don't drop it." Xia Qing gave the box to the sick wolf. She rushed to the cottage beside the farmland and explained the situation to Guan Tong and Chen Zheng. Then she returned home and found that the sick wolf had placed the box containing a nest of weasels in the sheep shed full of hay and firewood.

Seeing Xia Qing coming back, the sick wolf who had been guarding the box immediately stood up and grinned at her.

"Old Man, do you think it's appropriate for the weasel to stay in the sheep shed?" The sick wolf wagged his tail and smiled happily.