Cockfighting has been around since ancient times, and I don’t know which dynasty or generation it started in. Anyway, it was completely popular in the Goulanwashi in the Song Dynasty.
Legend has it that there were more than 300 tile houses in the Song Dynasty, and fashionable shows were performed from morning to night, including military dramas, acrobatics, music playing, double reeds, and tricks. Cockfighting was a thing that was suitable for all ages in the tile houses. Son.
The chickens used in cockfighting are not ordinary domestic hens. They are not prized for their fatness and fatness. The most rare ones must be lean, meaty and bright-colored roosters. If domestic chickens are overfed, they will lose their blood. When he arrived at the cockfighting ring, he was just a noob who was pecking away at rice but not able to bite his stick.
Since ancient times, this kind of fighting roosters usually do not let them eat too much. In addition, they often run up and down and do not accumulate heavy fat on their bodies. All the nutrients they eat are used to support their bones, blood and fur, which will inevitably lead to His vitality shines outward, and the feathers on his body are particularly bright. The tail feathers are puffy and shiny, and coupled with the blood-red comb, he looks lean, energetic, and majestic whether under candlelight or in the sun.
It is indeed thinner than a broiler chicken in general, but as long as you lift the fur, you can see the flesh and bones under the skin.
Yue Guanchao looked around and saw that the gamecocks in the wooden fence were being carried onto the field by the players. These gamecocks were usually treated like babies and had already developed bad tempers. They were still wilted when they came to the field, just waiting for the players to give them a bite. Dried meat, this lifted my spirits, and the hair on my neck started to explode.
Once the fighting cocks get excited, players only need to stand on both sides with long-haired poles stained with blood, and they will start fighting by themselves. If they lose interest in the middle, just poke the pole towards the chicken's mouth a few times, and the chickens will smell it. When you feel the blood, you will immediately get excited and fight your opponent to the death again.
When roosters fight, it's all about catching and pecking, and it's all about the skills of the tip of the mouth and the fingertips. In this process, there are already signs of who will lose and who will win.
Some knowledgeable experts will use a file to polish the chicken beak at home. The originally hard chicken beak has been sharpened in various ways and is as sharp as a sharpened blade. As for the chicken feet, it is to train its gripping strength so that it can hold on to the pole all day and all night without shaking. This is the skill of the chicken feet. After that, it is still polished nails to make them as sharp as a knife.
This kind of fighting cock is armed to the teeth. Once two chickens fight, their sharp beaks and claws can be regarded as big killers. As long as they peck the opponent, all the feathers and meat will be pulled out, and blood will flow profusely.
It's useless to run away. Once its sharp claws grab the body, it will be difficult to break free even if it flies into the sky. If it pecks dozens more times, the opponent's fighting cock will no longer be able to use it and will have to go home and stew it. Dry mouth.
After half an hour like this, the winner is basically decided. According to the rules, the winner takes all. He not only takes away the money bet, but also pecks the opponent's fighting cock to death.
As for the losers, they lost their wives and lost their troops. Those who couldn't afford to lose would often hold their chickens and cry outside the cockfighting ring.
Since ancient times, it is natural to be willing to accept defeat when gambling. Kung fu is all behind the stage. If you want to enjoy happiness, you must first learn to endure hardship. This thing who cannot afford to lose will never be able to win others in this life.
If there is a chicken that survives a hundred battles and still survives, then it is a phoenix among birds!
In such a life-and-death situation, there are those who cherish their pets and are not willing to let their fighting cocks enter the arena. They will often choose to buy one in the cockfighting shed and put it in the paddock to fight. If they win, they can win money. I don’t feel bad if I lose.
Yue Guanchao looked at the cockfighting tent where people were laughing and yelling, and people were crying and laughing. The innermost iron cage obviously contained dozens of fighting cocks. They were the beasts bought by the master alone, just for the men to fight with.
"The one in charge!"
Yue Guanchao and the others walked around the venue and walked to the innermost part of the tent. There was a set of pear wood tables and chairs. The fat middle-aged man sat on the high-backed chair. He leisurely picked up the tea leaves with the lid and took a sip.
"Hey, distinguished guest, did you enjoy your time?"
This middle-aged man is not too short, has a bronze complexion and a Chinese character face, a slightly bloated body, and a good conversation. He is probably a player whose family is not short of money, and he spends his own money to play games for fun.
"When I saw them fighting cocks, I felt itchy in my heart. You can introduce me to a fighting cock and let me have a taste of winning money."
After Yue Guanchao finished speaking, the middle-aged man quickly stood up: "Dear guest, you can do this business all by yourself. If the cockfighting cock I selected for you loses, can you bear to not pay for it? You can decide the outcome and you are willing to accept defeat. , I can’t help you with this, you can only go and see for yourself, whichever one catches your eye can be considered a blessing.”
This was what Yue Guanchao was waiting for. He picked up the lamp and came to the iron cage. The fighting cocks that could be collected by the shopkeeper were probably only advantageous. There were all kinds and colors, some held their heads high, and some The cockscombs were drooping, and some were as motionless as if they were dead.
He had heard about the rules of cockfighting, but he didn't know how to choose a cockfighting cock. When he saw that the chickens in the iron cage were not alike, he couldn't even use the skill of comparison, and he was a little discouraged for a moment.
When Fang was in trouble, Yue Guanchao suddenly thought of Old Man Tang's eyes. He quietly took out the jade pouch from his arms, opened the tiger talisman and closed his eyes, carefully feeling the energy of the fighting cock in the cage.
As his attention gradually focused, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the dark corner. In the place where the candlelight could not reach, his two eyeballs shot out a rustling light!
