Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Chapter 63 Beauty Pageant

Master Wu saw Leng Yanqiu was about to go out again and asked her the reason eagerly. When he heard it, he was happy.

"Why don't you find a professional farmer who specializes in raising free-range chickens? They can pick out any type of chicken."

"Don't chicken farmers specialize in raising hens?" Leng Yanqiu thought that everyone was like her, only caring about hens laying eggs. What's the point of raising too many roosters?

"You can only raise roosters to produce eggs that can hatch chicks. The most useful thing is that roosters are delicious, and their meat is yang, which is more warming and nourishing; hens' meat is yin..."

Every middle-aged man can expound on a way to keep in good health. As Master Wu was talking, he wondered why there was a riot over at the chicken coop.

Master Wu also provided the addresses of two farms. As Leng Yanqiu's tricycle turned out of the courtyard, he kept giving advice: "Xiao Leng, you can't bear to eat your chickens, so why not buy a few more today? You're too thin, and you can't eat vegetarian food every day."

"Okay, sure!" Leng Yanqiu agreed, imitating a bit of nagging, "Uncle Wu, don't sit in the yard and doze off. It's easy to catch a cold."

"Hey!" Master Wu stretched out his voice, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied to be cared for.

There were also some who were dissatisfied, such as Secretary Ma. Leng Yanqiu never replied to his messages, so he called her instead. Unfortunately, Leng Yanqiu was used to the silent mode and was in no mood to answer the call even when she saw the screen flashing.

We first visited a family farm that was relatively close. It was separated from the country road by a ditch. An area was enclosed by barbed wire. There were two small houses and a row of chicken coops, with dozens of short fruit trees planted sparsely. The harvest season had passed, and only the dark green color that had lost its youth remained.

They are indeed free-range chickens, with white feathers swaying in groups. Occasionally you can see a colorful one, which must be a rooster.

Leng Yanqiu confirmed the location, turned over the small bridge, and greeted the woman wearing a rubber apron and rubber gloves: "Auntie, do you sell live chickens here?"

The auntie was dressed like this and was slaughtering chickens in an open compartment at the entrance of the farm. A depilatory machine next to her made a "sizzling" sound, and a bald, white and red chicken was pulled out.

The smell at this moment is pungent.

"All for sale!" The aunt raised her eyelids and continued her work. "Go in and talk to Boss Yang."

Leng Yanqiu locked the tricycle and walked in carefully - a courtyard gate that was also tied with barbed wire. On the top of the gate was nailed a crooked but still clear and eye-catching houseplate "Family Farm".

Don't underestimate the simple equipment of the farm. The pot-bellied boss Yang is very busy with his business. He holds a mobile phone in each hand and does voice Q&A. He says a word, presses the screen, presses the screen again, puts it to his ear to listen, and is very busy.

"Boss Yang, I want to buy a big rooster, alive." Leng Yanqiu stood at the door and waited for a while, and took the opportunity when the boss made a "biu" sound to speak.

Although Boss Yang was fat, he was agile. He slammed two cell phones on the walnut-wood desk, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, and shouted, "San'er, go get a rooster!"

"Wait for me to leave, right away!" The young man's response came from the inner door.

Leng Yanqiu asked quickly: "Can I go in and choose?"

The white-feathered black chicken at home is very proud. If conditions permit, Leng Yanqiu is worried that it may develop the ambition of "throwing a ball to find a husband", so not all roosters can catch its eye.

"You can't come in." Maitreya Buddha refused with a smile, "If you really want to choose, you can do it through the net. Our free-range chickens are all healthy. We will slaughter, chop and deliver them to your door. There's really nothing to choose from."

Just as Leng Yanqiu couldn't understand why Mao'er Wang Sao wanted to get to know the hen that laid eggs, Boss Yang couldn't understand why the little girl in front of him wanted to personally select the rooster to eat. Could it be that if someone liked the rooster when it was alive, it would taste better if it was thrown into the soup pot?

The boy who came out from the inner room looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He had an operator-style headset on his ears and a tuft of yellow hair sticking up on his forehead. He rubbed his eyes hard, then widened them.

Symptoms of gaming addiction.

"San'er, take this young lady to pick a big rooster through the wire mesh." Boss Yang once again "double-gunned", no, double-gunned, "biubiu"...

Miss Leng Yanqiu, the beauty pageant begins.

"I want one that is big and has bright feathers, and looks majestic!"

It's not satisfying to command through the wire fence. San'er's forehead is already covered with sweat. The characteristic of free-range chickens is that they can run, and the big roosters are especially good at it. There are even two that can fly a short distance by flapping their wings.

Those who ran slowly were caught, but Leng Yanqiu still despised them and said no.

The big fishing net was dancing "ho ho". The internet-addicted teenager felt that he had successfully become the "king". The most beautiful and cool rooster was finally caught in the net.

The main feathers are fiery red, but the high-upturned tail feathers are black, and they are so shiny and smooth.

"This one weighs only five pounds!" San'er said breathlessly while holding the fishing net.

"And that one, I want one too!" Leng Yanqiu was still unsatisfied and said, pointing at the rooster that was dozing off and not making a sound in the corner.

The chicken was very cunning. It successfully dodged San'er's big scoop net several times just now, and it always dodged beside the most beautiful big rooster. After attracting the attention of the rooster, it quickly turned and quietly blended into the group of hens, and it also knew to lower its head and shrink its back.

"Hahaha O(n_n)O," Leng Yanqiu laughed out loud when he saw the rooster flying up in desperation again.

No matter how cunning, no one is more cunning than humans.

San'er weighed two large roosters with their feet tied up, and said proudly: "I said this big one weighs five catties, right? A normal rooster weighs only three and a half catties."

Leng Yanqiu: "Four pounds and one ounce."

San'er: "Round it off."

Does this count as a teenager addicted to the internet being cultured?

The two chickens complement each other, one weighs 187 jin and the other weighs jin. Minus the remainder of cents, the total payment is yuan.

"Sister, are you buying them as pets?" San'er was quite surprised to see Leng Yanqiu reject his three-guarantee policy. "Generally, one rooster is enough for a family. If you have two, they will fight."

Now its feet are tied up, and the hair on its head has started to stand up like a fighting cock.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Leng Yanqiu answered honestly.

If I understand correctly, the white-feathered black chicken at home wants a handsome black chicken rooster, but there is none on this farm and Master Wu cannot provide any information.

Bring them home first to foster a relationship? It doesn't make sense that dark skin has become a beauty pageant standard.

Moreover, is it not worthy of the supreme status of the white-feathered black chicken to be equipped with two pet chickens at a time?

If you convince yourself, there will be no problem.

"Four catties, three catties, listen carefully, we are only planning to keep one of them as a good kid. As for the other one, hey, should we braise it or stew it? Which one is better?"

We will first do some ideological education for a while, and then we can control the overall situation after we put them behind the bamboo fence.

We have a name now, which is catchy and easy to remember.

The two big roosters stared at their new owner with their big round eyes. Sijin flapped his wings but failed. Sanjin suddenly pretended to be well-behaved and buried his head under one of his wings, with his fiery red comb sticking out.

"You can be smart, but you can't be a demon!"

Leng Yanqiu was a little worried that if no more intelligent creatures came to him, he would be embarrassed to put them in the pot.