Peerless pastoral little green plum

Chapter 947 There is chicken plague

The county seat of Bin County is not big, and you can go shopping in three or four laps on horseback. There are usually all kinds of vendors on the street, especially those selling rice noodles and chicken, but there are very few pedestrians and even fewer vendors that day.

There were not many choices, so the group of them had to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs first.

Usually this restaurant is very lively, with many customers, all for the famous local three-yellow chicken and rice noodles, but now there are not many customers, they have been in for a long time, and only two tables are occupied.

"Xiao Er, order some signature three-yellow chicken, braised, fried, grilled, all of them, and four bowls of rice noodles, big ones," Bao Caiyi shouted.

But Xiaoer said: "There is no chicken today, only rice noodles. Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, we have nothing to do."

"Only rice noodles? Why is that? Don't you usually eat the most chicken here?" Bao Caiyi asked.

The waiter also showed a sad face: "Recently, the chicken can't be eaten. The guest officials don't know. The chicken in our Bin County is purchased from Pingding Village, but a month ago, there was a chicken plague there. Not only did many chickens die, but many people were also infected with the flu, and more than a dozen people died, who would dare to eat chicken now.”

"Ah?" Bao Caiyi and the others were surprised.

No wonder there are so few people in Bin County now. It turned out to be because of this.

When most people hear this, they stop eating chicken, or lose their appetite for rice noodles.

What is the most important thing at this time?Run away quickly, what are you still doing here?

But Bao Caiyi is not an ordinary person, she likes to meddle in other people's business: "Shop er, how is Pingding Village now?"

"Miserable," the waiter shook his head, "Everyone in their village raises chickens. Now that many people have died, and no one wants their chickens, they probably won't even be able to eat now."

"Isn't that waiting to die?" Bao Caiyi asked again.

"It depends on who has more crops, but in recent years they have made a fortune by raising chickens, and they don't grow much crops. Now they can only rely on the sky for food."

After hearing this, Bao Caiyi felt uncomfortable, and even the rice noodles that had been delicious for two months also felt unappetizing.

……

Coming out of the restaurant, Bao Liang and his cousin looked at Bao Caiyi, trying to persuade Bao Caiyi to go back to the village.

This place is not far from Pingding Village, what should I do if I also feel the flu?

Bao Liang and his cousin even felt that this place was eerie, as if it was not far from death.

But Bao Caiyi said: "No, I'm going to Pingding Village to see."

"Huh?" Both Bao Liang and his cousin felt that Bao Caiyi was simply crazy.

"Caiyi, people are dead in that place, why are you still going there?" Bao Liang asked.

The cousin was also afraid: "And it said that there is flu, isn't that the plague? This kind of thing is very dangerous. If it is really infected, few doctors know how to treat it."

"Caiyi, let's go back."

Bao Caiyi thought for a while, and suddenly said: "How about this, you can find an inn in the county to stay, and I will go by myself, just wait for me for two days."

Bao Liang couldn't figure it out: "Caiyi, I just can't figure it out, why are you going to that ghost? I can understand that you are usually curious about new things, but now you are curious about dead people, and you are also curious about chicken plague, you... "

Bao Caiyi turned around and asked Bao Liang: "Bao Liang, let me ask you, who are we?"

"People from Sanfeng Village," Bao Liang said.

(End of this chapter)