Chapter 1160: Distance (55)

Hedgehog Love: Distance (Varu Alan)

（55）

Now except for the daughter of the red ring with the blood of the white pigeon, the rest are the breed of the raindrop couple. It stands to reason that they are all brothers and sisters, but they fight every day for food and territory. It seems that they have made fighting a competitive sport.

My husband and son were discussing what to do with the existing 21 pigeons, and my husband wanted to take them back to his hometown, but my son said that there would be a lack of oxygen on the road too much, so he asked his father to take 10 of them to the Duck Bridge Market and sell them. In the end, they decided to take a few and put them at Brother Tian's house for storage, and when they came back, they continued to raise them.

My husband said: The pigeon is happy in his hometown, and he can fly freely every day to go out to forage for food, and the pigeon keeper only needs to take the pigeon to the market and sell it.

"Does anyone buy it?"

"As long as it's food, no one buys it, and now it's all about making up for it. ”

My husband will also meet our pigeon uncle in the duck bridge market, he will raise a pigeon cage, while collecting and selling, people ask the purchase price, he said 15 yuan, ask the selling price is 40 yuan.

I don't know if the guild will sell pigeons? I heard that his calf was sold for 4,000 yuan. It's a pity that cows only give birth to one litter a year.

The weaker the life, the stronger the fertility, and even the human being is poor and has more children. This is really a strange phenomenon, the meaning of "natural selection, survival of the fittest" means that the size of the survival ability has nothing to do with the strength of the species itself, the more powerful it is, the more picky it may be, the more unable to adapt to the harsh living environment.

The three hens diligently lay their eggs every day, making it unbearable to slaughter. I uphold the mentality of living one day at a time, and try to clean so as not to let the environmental hygiene affect my mood.

Maybe for other women, the smell of chicken and pigeon droppings is more unbearable than the smell of tobacco, and they will think that I am pitiful. But my belief is to be at peace with what happens, and not to compare with others.

My husband was so determined to eat a pigeon that he drowned in the water as my mother had taught him. Although it was only a three-second struggle, my husband was stupid and kept having nightmares at night.

I spent an afternoon stewing pigeon soup, and the aroma was tangy, but my son didn't touch it at all.

My husband and I ate three meals, and it was still on fire, I don't know if it was because of too much seasoning. I put grass fruit seeds, camphor seeds, and bay leaves. I don't like the taste of star anise, because all the spiced food is too much of the big ingredient and I'm tired of it.

The husband said that if his son didn't eat it, he would never kill it again.

My mother told me to slaughter it quietly and do it myself, and they would eat it as if they had bought it. If it is found, it is said that the pigeon has flown away and is lost.

Although the food I bought was feed-fed and had hormones, I still decided to buy it and eat less. After all, slaughtering is a headache, and plucking, cleaning, and dismemberment are also very laborious.

Someone called early on Monday morning and said: What should your child do if he is going to have a holiday in the past two days, why don't you come to our training class, the learning environment is very good......

I said "my kids don't have holidays" and hung up.

As a result, my son came back from school and said: two days off, and then go to get the admission ticket.

I really didn't expect that the news of those training courses was really well-informed.