Because of this, someone wrote a poem specifically for the King of Wu: "The narrow hat general Yi Youyou Shen, who is idle with his little soldiers to play with quails. After all, he loses the hills and valleys, and he has a beauties in front of the quail hall."

Although this poem is not of high style, it vividly describes the situation where the King of Wu led his servants to hug the beauties and fight quails. However, in Chang Jin's opinion, there is a smell of "the wine and meat in the rich are smelly, and the road is frozen to death."

Chang Jin thought Wang Qinian was exaggerated when he actually arrived at Quail Street, and only realized that he was not as good as he could.

On both sides of the street, you can see a stall selling quails almost three or five steps away. There are several layers of wooden shelves in front of those stalls, and bamboo quail cages are hung on the shelves, arranged neatly, with seventy or eighty ones.

A hawker who bought quails was shouting hard, and there were a few rich man next to him who looked like a rich man and came closer to observe.

"Yunsheng, let's go over and take a look." Wang Qinian put on the folding fan and walked forward.

When he walked up to him, Chang Jin discovered that although the stall was small, it was full of bird cages, cloth bags, food bowls, sinks, etc. for raising quails. All things have spirits and energy. Chang Jin entered the realm of ghost fairy for a long time and had a deeper understanding of luck. Not only humans have luck, but also animals and even plants and plants. However, most of the luck they carry in their bodies is very weak, with only a trace of white air, which is almost negligible.

Standing in front of the stall, looking around, the aura on the heads of these quails was mostly grayish-white, but the top of the head was strong and thick as sandalwood. Obviously, this quail was not simple. This can also be seen from the reaction of the quail in the bamboo cage next to it, and the quails on both sides subconsciously avoided the distance and did not dare to approach.

However, the quail's feathers were dull, with a lot of white pockmarks, and a small body, and suddenly looked malnourished. No wonder no one liked it.

The vendor saw them approaching and pretended that the business had come, and shouted loudly: "Two young men, come and take a look. The villain specially bought a quail from Zhengyang, 50 cents per tanhua, Baitang, 200 cents each. Pick one casually and get a fight at Wanqin Pavilion. If you win, it will be a few taels of silver. The day before yesterday, a Ma Gong bought a Baitang from me, and won three games in a row, earning more than ten taels of silver..."

Quails are divided into four types according to their age and feathers: virginity, early autumn, Tanhua, and Baitang. Among these four types, only Baitang is good at fighting. The remaining three types need to be raised. The vendors see the three of them and deliberately bully them.

Although Chang Jin was interested in fighting quails, he had no idea to join it. He just glanced at the thin quail, shook his head and smiled, "I don't understand fighting quails."

"A literary man fights quatrains, can be considered an elegant thing. He fights a game and joins in the fun! He can't spend a lot of money!" The vendor continued to promote it.

Wang Qinian suffered a loss in fighting quails, so he didn't dare to attack easily, just shook his head.

Seeing that the two of them were indeed unintentional, the vendor turned around to greet other guests.

"Young Master, these quails are too expensive. When you get home after the exam, you will be allowed to take a few days off at Komatsu. I will also take a cage to catch quails. I will catch two in one night, and in a month I will earn more than ten taels of silver." After leaving the stall, Komatsu exclaimed.

"It's not that easy. It's good to catch one in three or five days. Moreover, if you catch a virgin, you can't use it in early autumn, so you can only raise it yourself." Chang Jin shook his head and said. When it comes to catching quails, Chang Jin really knows more than Wang Qinian. From my memory, I learned that Chang's father had done such a thing before to subsidize his family income.

Although it is worth a few taels of silver, it is very hard to catch. In spring and summer, trees and grass are dense, and most quails hide in the fields, so it is difficult to catch. Only when autumn and winter, wither everywhere and quails are transferred into grass and shrubs, will it be easier to catch.

Every night, quail catchers should place the prepared fishing nets next to the grass early, and then use the female quail as bait. The female quail's cry can easily lure the male quail over and finally pierce into the net. When you are lucky, you can catch two or three quails in one net. If you are not lucky, you will not be caught in the net for three or five days.

Even if you catch quails, it is not considered as having money. Many quails are not suitable for fighting. Quails that are good at fighting are very difficult to seek. Some people have been catching quails for half their lives, but they can’t touch a few that they can bite.

The quail you just caught cannot participate in the fight immediately, and you must be patient and play with it.

When you put it on the back of your hand, it will not fly away. Only then will it be considered to be mature and can compete with other quails. The energy spent in it is unimaginable.

These quails sold in the stores have been played with by others, and you can participate in the battle after buying them.

The process of fighting quails is very simple. Both parties take out their own quails from the cloth bag and show them. Onlookers can place bets based on their experience.

When everyone around him makes a bet, the owner will take out the fragrant corn and pull out the quails. He teases their feathers with a grass stick, so that both sides can slowly get closer. This is a process of teasing until the two quails are beyond endurance, and they move forward angrily, and their mouths and claws are on the same side to fight.

Generally, three or five rounds will cause blood to spill on the battlefield.

The winning party can get the owner's food reward. The loser party will lose all the efforts spent on the quail.

"Bit a quail to fight a defeated chicken." As long as the quail is defeated once, the generals will lose their fighting spirit and dare not fight with other similar ones again.

Many times, whenever the owner sees his quails showing signs of defeat, he will immediately separate them and then admit defeat. This will also allow the quails to retain some of their courage to fight again.

When not fighting, the owner will put the quail back into the cloth bag so that they can accumulate energy.

After looking at a few stalls, Wang Qinian couldn't help it and wanted to take Chang Jin to Wanqin Pavilion for a gamble.

Chang Jin refused and said that they could just go there and just go around the streets by themselves.

Seeing that he was indeed unintentional, Wang Qinian said it was boring and led Xiao Song to plunge into the Wanqin Pavilion.

Chang Jin walked forward slowly with the crowd, and soon his eyes were attracted by a big man in front of the stall.

The man was seven feet tall, dark-faced, and his hair was like grass. Although he was wearing tattered clothes, he had a bit of heroic spirit between his eyebrows and eyes. Judging from his thick bones and strong muscles, he was obviously a martial arts practitioner.

More importantly, Chang Jin actually felt a thick red aura from his head. However, seeing that red aura in his life was messy, he should be a warrior who had never practiced his soul.

How could such a warrior be so down and out?

Before Chang Jin could see clearly, the man was dejected and came out of the crowd, ran to a stall selling quails next to him for a while, paid hundreds of cents of silver to buy quails, and then hurried back to the place.

"Boss Zhu is back, Boss Zhu is back, everyone will let you go."

Seeing the great man return, the idle people watching made a way out and let him enter the field.

"Or fifty-money per game?" The big man stood up and asked.

"Of course, we must have a good time today. We can't leave until dark, otherwise we will be cowards!" a pointed-mouthed monkey-gested thug said with a smile.

The big man didn't say anything, and put the newly purchased quail into a basin, then teased it with the grass stems for a few times. After the other party released the quail, the two immediately rushed together and fought each other.

Twenty or thirty idle men around stretched their heads into a circle, staring at the quails fighting in the basin.

"Jiji, Jiji!" Two quails tied their wings, screaming in their mouths, and pecking together!

Chang Jin did not watch the quail fight in the venue, but looked sideways and slightly inquired about a middle-aged man next to him with a clear face. The other person was wearing a long gown and looking at his outfit, and he should be a scholar.

The man's head was also covered by red energy, but there were still a few wisps of black in the red color, which should be caused by karma.

Chang Jin didn't think this was a coincidence when he saw two people with red luck on this street.

Just as he looked at the opponent secretly, the winner was decided on the field.

The man surnamed Zhu lost the quail that he had just bought and was running around in the wooden basin.

Seeing this scene, the rascal shouted proudly: "Zhu Yuanhao, I am not as good as you in a fight. If you can't fight quails, you can give up and go back to serve me earlier. You have lost to me four times today. If you continue like this, you will take off your clothes and go home with bare body!"

Upon hearing this, the idle people watching burst into laughter.

Zhu Yuanhao's face turned red, and he clenched his fists and stared at the other party.

"Why, I still want to beat me, so many people are watching me. If you dare to touch me, you will immediately send you to the government to see who will take care of your blind mother." The ruffian was obviously confident and still chattered: "Give money, give money!"

"For you" Zhu Yuanhao reached into his clothes for a while, and finally took out a string of copper coins.

"Do you still bet?"

"Betting, you're waiting," Zhu Yuanhao replied with his neck tampered, turning his head and squeezed out of the crowd.

“Okay, there is a genital”

"Boss Zhu is a good person..."

"I admire Boss Zhu for his repeated defeats."

Seeing this, Chang Jin couldn't help but shake his head. It was obvious that those ruffians set up a trap for the big man to drill, and the middle-aged scholar should also be in the same group as the other party.

Soon, Zhu Yuanhao bought a quail from the stall next to him and threw it into a wooden basin to fight.

The rogue also took back the quail from the previous game and replaced it with another one to participate in the battle.
Chapter completed!