Chapter 22 raise chickens

Farmhouses have three treasures: chickens, dogs, and cats.Chicken is number one. In the past, chickens were the oil and salt jars of ordinary farmers, and the little oil and salt money at home was all squeezed out of the chicken's buttocks.Now the economy has improved, but chickens are still the gift bags of ordinary farmers. If you want to give a favor or return a gift, most of them start with chickens. After I moved to Shandong, the farmers gradually found out my origin, and knew that my going to the countryside was not because of any punishment or mental abnormality.Writers are probably equivalent to former scholars, or Juren, and they should be honored by their masters.They were relieved, and after coming and going with my family, they often brought some vegetables, sweet potatoes, glutinous rice, bacon, and sometimes chickens in chemical fiber bags.

My family's chicken coop quickly became lively.The chickens from different backgrounds hugged each other, guarding against and attacking each other.One of them was big, strong-tempered, and capable, but before he had time to cut its wings, it flew over the wall like a bird.In the next few days, we saw it wandering and peeping around from time to time, but we couldn't catch it, so we had to let it turn into a pheasant, fulfilling its ambition of giving life to freedom. After the chicks grow up, the male and female characteristics become obvious.A rooster has a big comb, a red face, an upturned tail, a big and thick skeleton, and colorful feathers all over the body, especially the long feathers on the tail that make it look like a popular martial arts student on the stage. , Huaguan Caipao, golden feathers and jade belts, if you use a zhangba snake spear or Fang Tianhua sampan, and sing a piece of "Ding Fengbo" and "Changbanpo", it will definitely not surprise people.Several visiting farmers also thought this guy was amazingly handsome, and borrowed it home to plant.

This rooster is the only male in the pen, enjoying the happiness and corruption of the Sannomiya Sixth Courtyard. Every morning, when he comes out of the rooster, he spreads his wings in excitement, flying around the chicken farm several times like an airplane, venting his restraint. Unable to be ecstatic, it took a long time before he retracted his wings and slowed down.But although this stupid plane is corrupt, it is not too depraved. It is very competent in defending the opposite sex. When a dog or cat comes to covet it, it always rushes to the forefront, with angry eyes and fury feathers, blowing up into a giant fur ball , So scared that the enemy dared not make a mistake.If the owner throws a meat worm into the chicken farm, it will be the first to peck the target.But once it tasted the food in its mouth, it immediately spit it out and gave it to the hen who followed.No matter how greedy I was, I still resisted and stood aside, my gentlemanly demeanor was admirable.

Bad words such as "cloaked beast" became very suspicious in front of this rooster.The popular philosophy that makes self-interested behavior the whole of human nature is vulnerable to this rooster.A chicken can still be altruistic, but why is it that only selfishness remains in human nature?In front of the same female friends, why are there many males in the world who might run away when they are in danger and take advantage of it first?Besides, this rooster is not special in feelings. Although there are many uncivilized things that can be picky and blamed, at least it can be chaotic and never give up. It likes the new and never hates the old. Feng oppresses the weaker warbler, and always treats them equally, rushing forward to resolve disputes, blasting the more hegemonic party to a distance, so that those guys can stay safe and stick to their female ways.In this way, the way to organize the family is better than many men.

Thinking about it this way, if animals had language, they might often use humans as metaphors for evil.Such as "the face of a beast and the heart", "a dog looks like a human", "human nature", "as bad as a human"... It is entirely possible for them to whisper in secret. One morning, after I woke up, I found that the sky was bright, and I felt that something was missing this morning.After thinking about it for a long time, I found that it was the lack of a few cock crows just now that made me wake up too late.I ran to the cockhouse to have a look and found that there was no big cock in the cockpit.That means it didn't enter the market at all last night.

I looked left and right, but I couldn't find its shadow.At noon, I searched again and found its body in a dark ditch.The strange thing is that there are no wounds on its body, and it was obviously not killed by wild animals such as weasels.It doesn't look like it died of illness, because it was still eating normally and shaking its spirits yesterday, without the slightest morbidity. what is the problem?I couldn't solve the case, but buried it under a magnolia tree.