Chapter 194 The Bird Goes Out of the Mountain

Zhang Hao walked out of the room with the recovered parrot in his hand. Free Fiction Network

"Treated so quickly?" The owner asked suspiciously.

Zhang Hao's arm shook, and a white arc was drawn in the air, and the sunflower parrot flew towards its master.

"So fast!" The owner of the parrot couldn't believe his eyes, his wings were so badly injured that he could even walk, and he was able to fly after taking yào.

"When I go back, add more oil crops to it, supplement the nutrients, and it will be fine in a few days!" Zhang Hao turned around and continued to do his own work.

The man put the parrot on his shoulder, and his free hand reached out of his pocket and took out a dozen hundred-dollar bills.

"How much?"

Zhang Hao knocked on the propaganda board with his hand, and then said with a smile: "It's free, no money!" ”

"I have raised nǎi oil for eight years, and I treat it like a son, and today I am thanks to you for saving it! How can you do without money? Besides, aren't your yào and gauze all money? ”

Zhang Hao didn't want to spend too much time, so he charged fifty yuan.

After sending off the owner of the parrot, Zhang Hao immediately took back the propaganda board outside the store, he wiped off all the words on it with a wet máo towel, and then wrote anew with a pen: "Give bird disease, free!" ”

Zhang Hao looked at it for a while, and felt that there were still some shortcomings, and it was not very attractive to write like this, so he filled in the back with a pen: "Don't lose money!" ”

"Well, it's too much to write like this, hehe!"

Zhang Hao swaggered and hung up the propaganda board again, and then he sat in a rocking chair and waited for the "patient" to find Mén by himself.

The sun slowly rose overhead, and he didn't wait for the second person who brought the bird until more than 12 o'clock at noon, Zhang Hao thought that the propaganda board had been taken away, he ran out of the window, and the board was still there.

"How? It's all like this, why hasn't anyone come yet? Zhang Hao thought incomprehensibly at the words on the board.

"What do you think?" Zi limped out of the alley, still holding two brand-new 100-yuan tickets in his hands.

Zhang Hao saw that Zi was holding money in his hand, and stepped forward and joked: "Uncle Zi, how many seams are right?" ”

Zi was very proud to throw the money away: "Two hundred, hehe, I'm invited for lunch!" ”

Jokes are jokes, Zhang Hao knew that it was not easy for Zi to earn the 200 yuan, so he naturally would not let Zi pay for dinner.

"It's a lot of trouble to go out, I'll call them to send them back in a while, we two have too much to drink in the store!" Zhang Hao picked up the phone that dialed the knife.

The child-eyed thief accidentally came to the propaganda board written by Zhang Hao when he entered the house.

"What are you writing about?" Zi asked, pointing to the billboard.

"What's wrong with giving bird disease for free?" Zhang Hao could hear from the tone of the sub-words, and there were words in the sub-words.

Zi said to Zhang Hao very seriously: "Don't let me be an uncle and didn't remind you, you can sell some goods, there is no need to engage in veterinarians, illness is to make money, but you are not good now, who wants to give you your baby to practice?" ”

"Practice? I can really cure, not practice! I don't want any more money! ”

The more serious Zhang Hao is, the more he laughs: "Hehe, silly boy, in this society, the more you don't want money, the more others suspect that you are a novice, the higher you raise the price, the more they think it is something, you write for free, and it is strange that someone comes!" ”

Zhang Hao's words are not unreasonable, and now the phrase "cheap is not available, goods are not cheap" has become everyone's consensus, which is not difficult to explain why no one comes to give the bird a disease.

There were more than ten minutes before the knife was delivered, Zhang Hao took the propaganda board back again, and he was about to ask how to write on the propaganda board to attract people.

Zhang Hao was very disappointed by the answer given by the result, and Zi pointed to the shop selling birds in the alley and said: "There are a lot of dogs in our Q City, but there are not many people who like to play with birds, if the shops in it don't like to raise birds, plus there are a few rich repeat customers, the early yellow stall is gone, those old guys have played with birds for fifty or sixty years, and they have more experience than you, and bird knows what diseases birds have, and those who raise birds would rather go to them at a high price than come to you!" ”…,

Zi leaned and sat on Zhang Hao's rocking chair, and said while shaking: "If you want people to come to you, you have to come up with decent things!" ”

"Decent stuff? By the way, this one should be decent enough! Zhang Hao quickly ran to the back room and came out with a cage.

Zi is still thinking about what kind of things Zhang Hao can come up with here.

"Uncle Zi, how are you birds?" Zhang Hao asked, carrying a pair of cages with yellow finch.

Zi glanced at it, and then said with a frown: "Isn't this just a yellow yù (another name for canary)?" What's so special? ”

Zhang Hao handed the cage to Zi and said, "You are here, listen to this." ”

"Wow...... Gurgle...... ......As soon as the bird opened its mouth, Zi's face turned iron-blue, and even his voice trembled a little.

"It's... This is... Yellow... Bird? ”

Zhang Hao smiled and nodded: "Well, it's a yellow bird!" ”

Zi slammed up from the rocking chair: "The bāng tail is easy to obtain, the golden top is hard to find, this golden top is one in ten thousand, where did you come from this yellow finch with a golden sè body?" ”

Compared with Zi, Zhang Hao was not so moved, he pointed to the beam of the lower inner room: "I have been raising it for a while, and I have been hanging it in the inner room all the time, and it was given to me by an old man who sells birds!" ”

"My God, your son is really fateful, do you know how much this bird is worth?" Zi always likes to measure the value of a thing in money.

Zhang Hao shook his head without any interest and said, "I don't know, I don't want to know how much it's worth now, I just want to know how many people will be attracted if I hang it out?" ”

Zi said with certainty: "As long as you put the news far away, birds from all over the country will come, I promise!" ”

"Di ......" A series of horns came from outside the window, and Zhang Hao didn't need to know that it was a knife, so he liked to keep honking the horn.

The knife walked into the room in a daze, put the food and drink on the table, and turned to Zizi and said, "Uncle Zi, are you also there?" What are you two doing here? The sound was so loud, I thought someone was arguing with Brother Hao! ”

Zi Jī couldn't stop carrying the bird cage to the knife: "The knife is just right, you bird!" ”

He stared at the yellow finch in the cage, and then looked up and said, "It's nothing, I think it's thin when I burn it!" ”

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