"Just buy a few, even if the male ones are fine, they will stew them directly during the Chinese New Year." Yang Ming came over and said.

So, Sun Fangfang and Liu Sao scattered the chickens they liked to the ground, looked at their footprints, left them all in a mess, and put them back straight. After a while, they picked 7 or 8, and Zheng Baoer also got involved. However, the little girl was a little ruthless. The chickens she grabbed squeaked and the stall owner's face twitched a little. Finally, Wei Qingqing took them to play with her.

After picking the chicks, several women went to pick the ducks and gossips. Yang Ming was bored and chatted with the vendor who collected the pigeons.

"Master, how much is your pair of pigeons?"

"If you don't sell it according to the right, you can sell it according to the pound, and it costs 8 yuan per pound. Do you sell pigeons or buy pigeons?" asked the vendor.

"What kind of breed are you pigeon?"

"These are all meat pigeons that eat meat, so there are many varieties, including red balls, gray balls, white balls, and landing kings. Which one do you want?" The vendor saw that Yang Ming didn't look like a wise man, so he began to fool him.

"Don't think I don't know pigeons, but I'm sure you don't have any of the four breeds you mentioned."

"Haha, you big brother, really..." The vendor smiled awkwardly, "Anyway, they are all meat-eating, and they can't tell which variety is there after they fade, right? You just call this big flower?" The vendor grabbed a very large pigeon from the cage. The feathers on the pigeon were of all colors, red, white, gray, yellow and black. Some feathers had several colors on them. "This is a hybrid variety, one must have four kilograms, which is even heavier than the landing king..."

"It's really big." After Yang Ming took it, he thought it was indeed quite heavy.

"This is still a new nest. If it is a small awl, it will still be heavy!" said the vendor.

"How to divide male and female?" Yang Ming asked.

"This is simple. One is to look at its head. The head is flat, the big one is male, the round one is female, and the small one is female. The other is to look at the asshole, the male is protruding outward and the female is concave inward." said the vendor.

"The male can swear, but the female can't." An old man next to him said, "The cage is covered with a black cloth, and I can't see what is inside."

"Did you see this old man? The old man's hands are full of good pigeons." The vendor pointed to the old man who interrupted.

The vendor asked the old man: "Uncle Niu, what good pigeons are coming today?"

"Sister!" The old man answered in a concise manner.

"Oh? I've only heard of it and haven't seen it yet! Let's open my eyes?" The vendor's eyes lit up. Yang Ming also looked over curiously.

"Finish!" The old man was so happy that he put the cage on the ground and lifted up the black cloth.

I saw a pair of blood-red pigeons in the cage. The pigeon was very small in size. If weighed by a scale, it would be less than 80% of them, but it was strange. On the top of the head, it was the shape of a chrysanthemum, and all the feathers spread to all sides, like a long spin on the top of a person's head. This was called the chrysanthemum top, the back neck, and the forehead were reverse feathers. This was called the front and back fur, and it was connected to the chrysanthemum top, just like the flat crown worn by the emperor. There was a tuft of small hair covering the eyes, which was called the cover of the eyes.

Feathers also grow on their legs, covering their red legs. The tail is a pair of tails, which spread out like a peacock spreading its tail, but it is downward.

"You got the right idea the last time and sold it for 100 yuan. How much do you plan to sell this time?" asked the vendor.

"If this couple can turn two somersaults in a row, they will be eighty." said the old man.

"Eighty? Eighty is a little expensive. Mr. Niu, I can sell it to me for fifty..." said the vendor.

"Eighty, no price..." the old man shook his head and said.

"Uncle, you dotes, can you really make somersault?" Yang Ming asked as he looked at the pair of pigeons that were quite strange.

"Are I lying to you?" The old man was not happy, but knew that the young man was not very good at it, so he lifted the cage and explained to him, "Did you see the tails of this pair of pigeons? This is a double-tailed and double-tailed pigeon, which is relatively stupid when flying in the sky, but it is because it is stupid that it can turn somersaults. It is like driving. When the car is driving fast, it is difficult to do any difficult movements. Have you ever seen the one who dares to drive more than one hundred miles?"

"Then there are many pigeons with big tails? Why can't other pigeons turn over?" Yang Ming asked again.

"..." The old man couldn't answer a little, so he simply opened the cage, "Let them fly around and open your eyes, and you will believe it..."

It seemed as if the signal was prepared in advance. As soon as the old man opened the cage, the pair of pigeons flew out and flew to the sky in a blink of an eye.

"Mr. Niu, are you going to lose your pigeons? I've heard that the pigeons will dizzy when they turn over. Don't lose them..." The vendor said with some concern.

Mr. Niu gave him a blank look and said confidently: "You say go, I, the pigeon, flew twice in the sky, and it would return to the cage by itself."

Yang Ming kept staring at the two pigeons in the sky. As soon as the two pigeons were free, they went crazy and circled around the big market. Suddenly, one pigeon seemed to be drunk, and seemed to be hit by a hunting gun. His tail spread out and turned forward two nods forward. After the two nods were turned, his tail spread out again, and he actually stabilized his body lightly and cleverly. The other pigeon also followed suit and turned two nods directly.

Yang Ming saw that this pair of big tails really played a key role. When the pigeon turned around, it was used to control the direction.

The pigeon flew twice over the market, flipped seven or eight times before it came back lightly, and fell directly to the old man's arm. Maybe he was tired of flying, the two pigeons were gasping for breath, the crop was trembling up and down, the old man's arm was close to the entrance of the cage, and the two pigeons crawled in and put their heads in the sink to drink water.

"How is it? My pair of pigeons are so beautiful that they can see clearly. If they are white, you will not be able to see clearly..." The old man looked at Yang Ming proudly.

"I have only flew twice. You see, they are tired, they must be old pigeons." Wei Qingqing came behind Yang Ming at some point, and she was also attracted by the pigeons' somersaults.

The old man blew his beard and stared at him: "You girl, really can't speak. I'm teaching you to recognize them... Have you seen their noses? The white frost on their noses is thinner and looks quite tender, which is the new pigeon. If it is an old pigeon, the white frost on their noses is thicker. Some old pigeons have raised small pigeons, so the white frost on their noses has been rubbed off. But you can look at their mouths. Those who have raised small pigeons have calluses on their mouths. Do you think I have this pair?" In order to confirm their words, the old man also grabbed an old pigeon from the pigeon cage of the vendor for comparison.

"It's really different..." Wei Qingqing said.

"Of course, who doesn't know that I, the old cow, never lie?" said the old man.

"How much does this pair of pigeons cost?" Wei Qingqing asked.

"Eighty!" The old man stretched out his right hand, spread his thumb and index finger, and gestured eight times.

"Finish! I want this pair of pigeons..." Wei Qingqing took out her wallet and pulled out an old man's head. She saw that Yang Ming liked this pair of pigeons very much, so she bought it.

"Come on, you girl is so happy. If you have good pigeons in the future, you will keep them for you." The old man confirmed the authenticity of the money. He smiled and pulled out his wallet from his pocket, ordered two ten yuan to find money, then pulled out a net bag from his waist, grabbed the two pigeons, and stuffed them along the feathers.

"Okay! This is my business card. If you want a good pigeon, call me directly..." Wei Qingqing took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to the old man.

"The girl has a business card? It seems that she is not an ordinary person?" The old man took the business card, carried the empty cage, and left happily.

"When did you print your business card?" Yang Ming asked.

"That was printed when I was working in the sales center. There was only a phone number and work unit on it, but the phone number was my mobile phone number." Wei Qingqing said.

"Let's buy the right meat pigeon? As the saying goes, pigeons and quails flying in the sky, and rabbits and dogs running on the ground. Rabbits and dogs are raised. Stew a pot during the Chinese New Year, and it will definitely taste good!" Yang Ming said. In fact, he fell in love with the hybrid variety, and the head was too big.

Wei Qingqing smiled and said, "You are the head of the family, you should make the decision! If you want me to buy two more pigs, the house, a treasure cover on top and a pig on the bottom. Isn't this meant that if a family wants to raise pigs?"

"You are our leader, and you will be whatever you say. I'm going to the livestock market now to buy two piglets." Yang Ming said, turning around and walking towards the livestock market.

Yang Ming still knows how to pick piglets. It is said that if pigs are picky and strong, dogs are picky and harsh. If you choose piglets, you have to pick big ones. Only in this way can you grow strong and fat, but picking dogs is different. If you choose Laiba's picks, it is obvious that they are malnourished, and they must be a good dog when they grow up.
Chapter completed!