Chapter 36: I Have an Idea Daya untied one leg of her chicken, tethering the other end of the string to the cart. The four hens flapped and jumped down, but restricted by the rope, could only circle around the spot. She threw them some freshly gathered, still-green grass, but the hens were unappreciative and didn’t touch it. Li Xuemei, who was cooking porridge, saw this and pulled a handful of wheat straw, chopping it finely. Then she fetched some coarse flour, sifted it quickly, and gathered…