The two came out of the flower house, seeing that most of the landscapes in the park had already been visited, Jiang Jinmai set his eyes on the last piece of pure land: White Pigeon Bay.

It is called White Dove Park because of the fact that white doves fly in the cove, at least all year round.

In the northeast corner of the park, there is a small inlet, although it looks very clear, and it looks like living water.

At this time, there are already many children gathered on the edge of the inlet, and there are many adults with children.

Some business-minded people will sell millet here, and a small bag of rice in a small plastic bag will cost only a few cents, but it can be sold for a high price of ten yuan.

After all, very few people will run home and bring rice to feed the pigeons.

But this should not be a suitable area for pigeons, Jiang Jinmai is a little curious, why there is a flock of pigeons gathered here, it stands to reason that only the pigeon flock in captivity will be in the park.

Some of these pigeons are black, some are white, and some even have a faint blue feathers, so this mixed breed is obviously not hand-bred by hand.

Jiang Jinmai threw her question to Zhou, but it was obvious that Zhou Chu didn't know.

But her words were heard by the old man next to her.

The old man leaned on a wooden cane and watched quietly as the pigeons flew on the inlet.

It's a bit kind-hearted.

"Truth be told, this place is famous because of the natural concentration of pigeons, science cannot explain why the pigeons gather here, only legends"

The old man was very enthusiastic and acted as a commentator for them: "Many, many years ago, there was a great drought and famine in the world. The pigeons had no food, so a kind little girl took some rice out of her ration and fed them to them. ”

"Thus the pigeons, and their offspring, remembered the kindness of the girl, and surrounded them all the year round, but unfortunately the girl did not survive the great famine."

This is undoubtedly a sad story.

After Jiang Jinmai heard this, her eyes drooped, making it impossible to see her expression clearly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

In ancient times, this kind of great famine year would really starve many people to death.

Zhou Chu had also read similar records in the book, but he didn't expect to hear this kind of story with his own ears, this kind of story is actually close to myths and legends.

It's just that she was a very kind little girl.

"So why don't you buy some millet to feed these pigeons?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, the old man took out a few bags of sealed millet from his pocket.

Only then did Zhou Chu and Jiang Jinmai understand that he was just an old liar who sold rice.

The myths and legends of pigeons repaying their kindness are just a means for him to sell rice.

Jiang Jinmai decisively gave the old man a roll of his eyes, and strode forward and stopped paying attention to him.

"How much is a bag of rice for you?" Zhou Chu did not follow directly, but asked about the price of rice, after all, it is impossible to touch the pigeons without rice, and these pigeons can only be lured over and touched after putting rice in the palm.

Although he didn't have the will to touch the pigeon, who knows if Jiang Jinmai has it, there is no millet unless he desperately chases the pigeon to catch it, but that will undoubtedly arouse the wrath of all the tourists and the rice sellers.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive." The old man smiled, with a treacherous and cunning philistine atmosphere, and the old man who had just been gentle and kind was like two people: "Such a small bag only costs 10 yuan." ”

"I'll you" Zhou Chu couldn't help but give him a middle finger, this kind of millet can't be sold for 10 yuan even if it's a catty, and this small bag costs 10 yuan, it's really a black-hearted businessman.

"Don't say that, young man, my rice is for pigeons, and I choose this little bit from a big bag. , gold is expensive. In order to tempt him, the old man even did not hesitate to untie the sealing rope.

Pour a little rice into your hand and chirp in your mouth.

The pigeon didn't know whether it heard the call or smelled the rice, so it flew directly at his hand. Standing on the old man's finger, the beak quickly finished the rice.

After eating, the pigeon had no worries, and flapped its wings and flew away.

The old man always smiled, and shook his hand at this time, "I didn't lie to you, this rice is the best and the best, the pigeons must love to eat, I see that your little girlfriend also wants to feed the pigeons." Anyway, rice is not expensive, if you love her, sell it to her! ”

If you love her, you will buy her this kind of moral kidnapping-style slogan, Zhou Chu seems to have heard it.

Isn't it what some merchants who sell diamond rings say, so-and-so diamond rings can only be bought for one person in their lives, and if you don't buy them, what do you say about loving her?

It's all about bandit logic!

It's just that Zhou Chu is interested and wants to bargain with him.

"I don't need such a bag, I only need two small handfuls, and I'll give you three dollars."

"I'm sorry, but I can't sell my rice alone. After all, after you buy it, this bag of rice will become smaller, and the next person who comes to buy it will not be deceived by me, so I will not become a profiteer? ”

Although Zhou still wants to ask him directly, aren't you a profiteer? In the end, he swallowed the words back, this old man really has some lip service, if he entangles with him, I am afraid he will not be able to beat him.

"There are so many rice vendors here, why do I have to buy it from you? If you don't sell me, I'll go to that one. The fingers around were pointing forward, and there was an old lady with gray hair and an equally kind face.

"Don't." The moment the old man saw the old lady, the corners of his eyes twitched and he sighed: "Forget it, three yuan is three yuan, you sweep the money to me, and I will pour it out for you." ”

"Okay."

As if by magic, the old man took out a green code from his coat.

Are the old people so smart now? After all, reading the news, it is said that there are many old people who don't know how to use smartphones, and the old man in front of him can even play smart payment.

"Now it's okay."

After confirming that he had received the money, the old man untied the rice bag and poured rice into Zhou Chu's hand.

The millet quickly covered the surface of Zhou's palm, and at the same time, the speed of the rice slowed down significantly, and soon became a little more than a layer of rice.

It's like a faucet that's not very easy to use, and the millet is dripping down bit by bit.

Zhou Chu suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the rice bag lightly.

Like a flood flood, it suddenly gushed out many meters, and the old man frowned distressedly.

"It's not three dollars."

"That's right, that's definitely the amount of a dollar." Zhou Chu shrugged his shoulders, did not pay attention to the old man's theory, and walked directly towards the inlet.

The old man was left alone, looking at the rice bag that had been emptied 2/3 of the time, and gritting his dentures with hatred.