Li Fu took two dead birds and scalded them in the big bowl, scalded them for a while, and then grabbed the three together, and sure enough, they were cleaned like chicken feathers, but each one was a little bit of meat, the big one was no more than three taels, and the small one was only about two taels.

He picked up a few birds with their feathers, and some of them could not be cleaned, so he picked them up with a fire scissor and put them on the fire, making a clattering sound, and the smell of roasted meat wafted in the air.

As soon as he saw that it was clean, Li Fu asked Li Gui to take out a cutting board and kitchen knife from the room.

Li Gui was adding fuel to the fire, and after listening to Li Fu's instructions, he stopped what he was doing, walked to the door, called out to his wife, took out the things that should be taken, and asked her to take out a jar of salt.

After a while, Wu Juying brought all the things, looked at so many birds, one by one into bare meat stones, and then looked at the fire or something, and then understood half of it, her father-in-law and husband want to roast bird meat to eat, in fact, it is mainly used to roast bird meat for business and make money.

She was about to say that she couldn't finish eating so many birds and roasting them. When she heard the two children crying in the room, she hurried back and took them out, one on the left and one on the left and one side, and the two children were very strong and sturdy, and lively and lovely.

They are more than three years old, can walk, and do not have milk. Although there is not much milk, the two children often habitually kneel in front of her, each holding a nipple and "Ba Ka Ba Ka", which hurts a lot, because now they have baby teeth.

In particular, Li Xiongbing is very naughty, scratching his mother's armpit sockets with his hands while soaking his milk, sometimes making her tickle.

His mother pushed him away, and he whimpered and cried.

Whenever this happens, the little sister Li Ruhua is still snorting in her mother's arms, very gently. Due to the large amount of food the child eats, the milk can not fill the stomach at all, it can be said that it has changed from the original staple food to the current non-staple food, and every meal at home is mainly fed.

Wu Juying put the child in the yard, Li Xiongbing still remembered that his father said that he would eat candy when he bought it, so he asked his father for candy, pulled his shirt and cried childishly and said: I want to eat candy.

Li Gui changed his words: Buy it tomorrow. Li Xiongbing seemed to feel that his father was coaxing him, and shouted: I want to eat today.

Or the grandfather will coax the child to hand him a piece of fragrant bird meat that has just been roasted with a bamboo skewer: Eat, this is delicious.

Li Xiongbing took it and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, it was quite delicious. He raised his little hand to wipe the tears from his face, and stopped crying.

That night, when the children saw the fragrant bird meat roasted yellow, saliva was about to flow out.

When Li Fu saw that they were not leaving, he said in a driving tone, "Quickly ask your adults to buy them with money, ranging from three to five yuan for each roast bird." The children saw from Li Fu's eyes that it was impossible for him to give alms for free, so they scattered them one by one.

Li Gui is still busy, picking bird feathers, adding firewood, and filling it wherever he is needed.

A barbecue aroma also touched Wu Juying, and she asked the child who was chewing bird meat: Is it delicious? Li Xiongbing didn't answer, only nodded.

At this time, Li Ruhua was also clamoring to eat bird meat, Wu Juying asked Li Fu, who was roasting bird meat, for a piece of stuff for her, and she stopped making trouble. But after eating for a while, he began to cry again, grinned, threw away the piece of bird meat that had only been half eaten, and his fingers and tongue were bleeding.

Wu Juying understood, Li Ruhua bit her tongue because she was too greedy.

Wu Juying had no choice but to take care of her until she stopped crying.

At this time, Li Fu instructed her to move a table, make a pound of wine, and fry a plate of peanuts, where he and his son Li Gui drank slowly, and shared the barbecued bird meat with relish.

He said that we should taste the barbecued bird meat first to see how it tasted, and if it tasted good, it would definitely sell for a good price.

Li Fu ate it, and it did feel refreshing and crispy. There were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and he said very energetically, "Okay, I'll put this bird meat barbecue stall on the street tomorrow, and it will definitely sell for a good price." He looked at Li Gui again and said in an accentuated tone: You still go to hunt birds, the more birds you hit, the more money we will make.

Li Gui was praised by his father, and he also believed that the barbecued bird meat could be sold at a good price, so he was keen to do this kind of thing.

The next morning, he saw his father carrying a bird's meat barbecue stove and something down the winding path down the street, and he picked up a shotgun and went around the village house and into the woods.

Early in the morning, the chirping of birds was very pleasant, which was just the right time for him to hunt and hunt.

Suddenly, he spotted a gray-winged bird perched on a black locust tree, barking and cocking its tail.

After a while, he flew to another camphor tree with dense leaves, and his whole body was hidden in it.

As he was trying to figure out where to strike the bird, he glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of a bird's nest at the other end of the black locust tree, which was made of grass and rattan, and was more delicate, and looked like a round ball, the top and bottom were sealed, except for a small hole at one end of the waistline, just enough for a bird to get in and out.

Is this nest still used by birds? He went around and looked carefully, and the man was too short to see above, so he jumped up and looked, but he still couldn't see. So he put down his shotgun, climbed up the black locust tree, and stretched out his hand to pull the wild branch with the nest, which was trembling, and unexpectedly alarmed the nestlings in the nest, and I don't know how many of them were in it, but two of them were competing to stretch their necks, and some white fur grew on them, and they opened their funnel-like beaks and screamed, thinking that their mother had brought food.

Based on Li Gui's experience, the mother bird will inevitably come to take care of their children, and this thought has just arisen, when a gray-winged bird suddenly hovers overhead, and it screams in horror and urgency, which means that Li Gui should not touch the children in its nest.

Li Gui really came down from the black locust tree, as far as he was concerned, he didn't give up, he wanted to pick up the shotgun and clean up the gray-winged bird, and then end the nest containing the nestlings.

But he picked up his shotgun, and the crosshairs were always aimed at the gray-winged bird, because the gray-winged bird was always wandering and flying or diving, flashing like light, and he couldn't do it, so he quietly walked away with the shotgun on his back, and lurked more than 20 meters away from the black locust tree, and the black locust tree was no longer visible, it was covered by other miscellaneous trees.

The gray-winged bird cried again, and silence returned to the woods.

Li Gui leaned against a pine tree for a while, and then thought about how to shoot the bird when it was not in sight.

In this way, the target must not be exposed, otherwise, the bird will frighten.

So, he walked slowly towards the forest where the black locust trees were grown, and when he got close to the black locust tree, he crawled forward until he came to a tree that was just covering his body, and he quietly observed the nest on the black locust tree, and there was no movement.

Whether the gray-winged bird was in the nest or outside the nest, he couldn't tell.

There is only one concept in the mind, whether in the nest or outside the nest, sooner or later it will reappear at the entrance and exit of the nest, or fly out of the nest, or fly in from outside the nest.

He felt that this analysis was good, so he set his shotgun on the branch next to the tree, tilted it slightly, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the nest in the black locust tree.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't see the gray-winged bird appear, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he subconsciously thought: if he can't shoot the gray-winged bird, he will also take its chicks out of the nest.