Li Fu took two more dead birds and scalded them in the big bowl. After scalding them for a while, he picked up three of them together. Sure enough, he wiped them clean like chicken feathers, but each one was just a little bit of meat. The big ones are no more than three taels, and the small ones are only about two taels.
He feathered several birds, and some of the feathers could not be removed cleanly, so he picked them up with a pair of fire scissors and put them on the fire. They made a thin crackling sound, and the smell of barbecue instantly floated in the air. smell.
When he saw that it was completely burned, Li Fu asked Li Gui to take out the chopping board and kitchen knife from the room.
Li Gui was stoking the fire. After listening to Li Fu's instructions, he stopped what he was doing, walked to the door, called his wife, took out what she needed, and asked her to bring out a jar of salt.
After a while, Wu Juying brought all the things. After seeing so many birds, each one was beaten into a bare meat mound, and then looking at the fire and other things, she understood half of it. Actually, the main reason why her father-in-law and her husband wanted to roast bird meat was to eat. Used to roast bird meat for business and make a living.
She was about to say that even if she shoots so many birds and roasts them, she won’t be able to finish them all. When she heard the two children crying in the room, she quickly returned and took them out, one on each side. The two children were thick and strong, and they were lively and cute.
They are over three years old, can walk, and have no breast implants. Although there was not much milk, the two children often knelt in front of her habitually, each holding a nipple and sucking it, which was quite painful because they had now grown baby teeth.
Li Xiongbing was particularly naughty. He would scratch his mother's armpits while slurping his breasts, sometimes making her itchy.
The mother pushed him away hard, and he whimpered.
Whenever this happens, little sister Li Ruhua is still sucking breast milk in her mother's arms, sucking very gently. Because the child's appetite has increased, the milk cannot fill his stomach at all. It can be said that the original staple food has become the current non-staple food. Every meal at home is mainly for feeding.
Wu Juying put the child in the yard. Li Xiongbing still remembered that his father said that if he bought candy, he would eat it, so he asked his father for candy, pulled his clothes and cried childishly: I want to eat candy.
Li Gui changed his mind: I will buy it tomorrow. Li Xiongbing seemed to feel that his father was coaxing him, and he yelled: I want to eat today.
Or the grandpa will coax the child, hand him a piece of fragrant and freshly roasted bird meat with a bamboo skewer: Eat, this is delicious.
Li Xiongbing took it and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it. It was quite tasty. Then he raised his little hand and wiped the tears from his face, and stopped crying.
That night, several children salivated when they looked at the roasted yellow and fragrant bird meat.
When Li Fu saw that they refused to leave, he said in a driving tone, "Hurry up and ask your adults to buy them with money. Each roasted bird ranges from three to five yuan." The children saw from Li Fu's eyes that it was impossible for him to give alms for free, and they dispersed one by one.
Li Gui was still busy, feathering birds and adding firewood, filling in wherever he was needed to work.
The smell of barbecue also touched Wu Juying. She asked the child who was chewing the bird meat: "Is it delicious?" Li Xiongbing didn't answer, only nodded.
At this time, Li Ruhua also made a fuss about eating bird meat. Wu Juying asked Li Fu, who was roasting the bird meat, for a piece and gave it to her, and she stopped fussing. But after eating for a while, he started crying again. He opened his mouth, threw away the half-eaten piece of bird meat, and pointed at his tongue, which was bleeding.
Wu Juying understood that Li Ruhua bit her tongue because she was so greedy.
Wu Juying had no choice but to protect her until she stopped crying.
At this moment, Li Fu asked her to bring a table, bring a pound of wine, and stir-fry a plate of peanuts. He and his son Li Gui drank carefully here and shared the barbecued bird meat with relish.
He said that we should try it first to see how the barbecued bird meat tastes. If it tastes good, it will definitely sell for a good price.
When Li Fu ate it, it really felt refreshing and crispy. There were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and he said energetically, "Great, I will put this bird meat barbecue stall on the street tomorrow, and I will definitely sell it for a good price." He looked at Li Gui again and emphasized: You can still shoot birds. The more birds you shoot, the more money we will make.
Li Gui was praised by his father and believed that the barbecued bird meat could be sold at a good price, so he was keen on doing this kind of thing.
Early the next morning, he saw his father walking along the winding path along the street carrying a bird meat barbecue stove, while he picked up a shotgun and walked around the village houses and into the forest.
In the early morning, the chirping of birds was very sweet, which was just the right target for him to hunt.
Suddenly he found a gray-winged bird resting on a locust tree, screaming and waving its tail.
After a while, he flew to another camphor tree with dense leaves, and his whole body was hidden in it.
He was trying to figure out which direction to hit the bird when he moved his eyes to the side and caught a glimpse of a bird's nest on the other end of the locust tree. The bird's nest was made of grass and rattan and was rather delicate. It looks like a round ball, with the top and bottom sealed, except for a small hole at one end of the girdle, just big enough for a bird to get in and out.
Is this nest still used by birds? He walked around and took a closer look. He was too short to see above him, so he jumped up and looked, but still couldn't see. So he put down the shotgun, climbed up the acacia tree, and stretched out his hand to pull the wild branch with the bird's nest. The wild branch was trembling, unexpectedly alarming the chicks in the nest. He didn't know how many were inside, but two of them were vying to stretch their necks. Some white hairs also grew, and they opened their funnel-like beaks and squawked, thinking that their mother had brought food.
Based on Li Gui's experience, mother birds will definitely come to take care of their babies. Just as this thought occurred, a gray-winged bird suddenly hovered above his head. It screamed in panic and hastily, which meant that Li Gui should not touch it. Children in the nest.
As expected, Li Gui came down from the black locust tree. As far as he was concerned, it was not that he gave up, but that he wanted to pick up the shotgun and kill the gray-winged bird, and then remove the nest containing the chicks.
But when he picked up the shotgun, his sights were always wrong on the gray-winged bird, because the gray-winged bird was always hovering, flying or swooping, flashing like light. He couldn't make a move, so he carried the shotgun on his back. He quietly walked away and lurked more than 20 meters away from the black locust tree. The black locust tree was no longer visible as it was obscured by other miscellaneous trees.
The gray-winged bird stopped calling, and the forest returned to silence.
Li Gui leaned against a pine tree for a while, and then considered how to shoot the bird when it was unaware.
To do this, the target cannot be exposed, otherwise, the bird will fly away in fright.
So, he walked slowly towards the forest with clusters of locust trees. When he got close to the locust tree, he crawled forward until he came to a locust tree that just covered his body. He quietly observed the tree. The bird's nest in the black locust tree was silent.
He couldn't decide whether the gray-winged bird was in the nest or outside.
There is only one concept in my mind: whether it is in the nest or outside the nest, sooner or later it will appear at the entrance of the nest again, or fly out of the nest, or fly in from outside the nest.
He felt that this analysis was good, so he placed the shotgun on a branch beside the locust tree and tilted it slightly. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the bird's nest on the locust tree.
He waited for a long time, but still didn't see the gray-winged bird appear. He lost his patience, so he subconsciously thought: If he couldn't shoot the gray-winged bird, he would still take its chicks away from the nest. Now that you are here, you will never go empty-handed.
