Li Xianyun looked at the coarse hemp rope and said, "Lower it a little more, otherwise I won't be able to feed them or give them water."
Yelu Yan lowered the rope further and asked, "This high?"
"That's good."
Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan tied a firm knot on the rope, then took the birdcage from Li Xianyun's hands, hung it on the coarse hemp rope, and gave the birdcage a solid tug to ensure it was secure before turning to Li Xianyun and asking:
"Is this okay now?"
"Yes, it is." Li Xianyun replied, "But the birdcage can't stay out here at night, lest yellow weasels or other animals come to eat them."
When she was young, her rural home had raised a few chickens, and they had been snatched away by yellow weasels.
Yelu Yan took down the birdcage and held it, saying, "You seem to understand these things quite well."
Li Xianyun replied with a smile, "I have raised birds before, so I have a bit of experience."