Chapter 520: Facing the Beautiful Girl

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Dad doesn't need help with cooking, and my mother and I don't have to do anything from slaughtering the big rooster that the family raised this year to becoming a pot of fragrant soup. My husband took half of it to his office colleagues to eat, and the white-collar beauties who were very picky were full of praise, thinking that the chicken raised with grain and vegetables was really delicious.

My husband seemed to be greatly encouraged, and decided to start raising pigeons, the legend "one pigeon is better than nine chickens".

On Saturday I set up a pigeon coop with my dad and on Sunday we went to our old landlord's house in 1997 to ask for pigeons, and they had several houses dedicated to pigeons.

In the afternoon, I rode a bicycle from 20 kilometers away from the East Fourth Ring Road, the bicycle was bought in 1998 for 170 yuan, the front basket was tied to the pigeon cage, and the back seat carried a bag of 100 pounds of pigeon food. Because it was a pair of pigeon that had been raced for four years old. It is said that the pair of pigeons were kept separately, firstly, because the landlord's eldest brother had too many pigeons that needed to be neutered, and secondly, he thought that the pigeons would hurt their bodies in winter, so they were fed separately in one room by male and female in winter.

It is said that along the way, the pair of pigeons were already very affectionate and began to fall in love. It only takes two days to establish a relationship, and then lay eggs and hold the nest, "At most two months we will have a baby pigeon at home!" my husband said to me, staring at the pigeon intently.

In addition to pigeon food, he even bought a nest for laying eggs.

I saw that the pair were still looking at their new home and didn't seem to be happy with the small space.

At dinnertime, the parents who went out shopping brought back a pair of white pigeons, which were said to be one year old, like ornamental pigeons, and the hens were especially beautiful, and the male pigeons had brown miscellaneous hairs on their heads, like chloasma on their faces. I had an ominous feeling in my heart that the young and beautiful white hens would not be overtaken by the old grey cocks.

They all laughed at me and said that pigeons are not as shameless as people.

As a result, tragedy struck. After a few days, the feathers on the neck of the little white were gone, making it even more unsightly. The blue and the white hen became a pair. The grey hen and the white male pigeon are fierce enemies.

I said to the netizens in the group: I hope that the gray hen and the white will become a pair as soon as possible.

But a month has passed, and the blue and white hens have been incubating for at least a week, and there is not the slightest sign of any improvement for the blue hens and white hens.

The time of the pigeon hatching shift is almost always around 4:30 p.m., and the gray and white are clear to us.

The grey hen behaves no different from all the abandoned women, and the grey male pigeon can't beat her, and watches it peck at the white hen that hatches the eggs.

The husband said, "What does she want to do, does she want to drive the white hen pigeon away to hatch the eggs herself, or does she want to peck the eggs and eat them?"

The more I thought about it, the more I thought the latter was more likely, so I climbed up and taught the grey hen a lesson.

I said softly: You try again, as soon as you go to work, I will stew and eat the shameless family of three!

The son said, "Why do you have to say that the gray one is one and the white one is the same? They came on the same day, and they were free to love! Maybe only one male and the other three are females?"

My husband didn't dare to take what I said lightly, because he couldn't find his second and third wives himself, and I just used my position to introduce young foreign guys to them for the sake of purity.

After he changed his unit and no longer used the original phone, he was afraid that they would not find it, so he kept using mine, hoping that he would hear his voice when he continued to harass me.

But he said there were a lot of calls that he hung up without speaking. Even a foreigner who has no job is richer than a Chinese who is a boss, how can people take care of him, a part-time worker?