Cockfighting has been around since ancient times, and I don't know which dynasty and which generation started it, anyway, it was completely popular in the Song Dynasty in the Goolan tile shop.

Legend has it that there are more than 300 lines of tile shop in the Song Dynasty, and fashionable programs are staged from morning to night, and there is an end to military drama, acrobatics, music playing, double reeds, and tricks.

The chicken used in cockfighting, not ordinary domestic hens, not fat and heavy as expensive, the rarest must be lean meat, bright coat of all kinds of roosters, if the chickens are too full, it will lose its blood, to the cockfighting field, it is also a rookie who pecks rice all over the ground and will not bite the frame.

Since ancient times, this kind of fighting rooster usually does not call it too full, and often runs up and down, and the body will not accumulate heavy fat, the nutrients they eat are all used to feed the bones, blood and fur, which will inevitably lead to the spirit of the outside, the feathers of that body are particularly bright, the tail feathers are swollen and shiny, and with the blood red cockscomb, whether it is under the candle fire or the sun, it looks lean and majestic.

Overall, it is indeed thinner than a broiler, but as long as you lift the fur, you can see the flesh and bones under the skin.

Yue Guanchao looked around, the fighting cocks in the wooden fence were being carried on the field by the player, these fighting cocks were usually served as treasures, and they had already raised their temper, and they were still wilting on the field, just waiting for the players to eat salted jerky, which lifted their spirits, and the hair on their necks exploded.

Once the fighting is in spirit, the player only needs to stand on both sides with the blood-stained long hair pole, and they can fight themselves, if they are not interested in the middle, only poke the pole to the side of the chicken's mouth a few times, and the chicken will immediately cheer up when it smells bloody, and fight to the death with the opponent again.

Roosters fight each other, it's all about grabbing and pecking, and the cultivation is also the kung fu of the tip of the mouth and fingertips, in this process, who loses and who wins has been foreshadowed.

There are experts who know the way to polish the beak of the chicken with a file at home, and the already hard beak of the chicken is sharpened in every way, comparable to the blade of the blade. As for the chicken feet, it is to train its grasping strength, to be able to grasp the pole all day and all night without shaking, the chicken feet are done, and then the nails are still polished, so that it is as sharp as a knife.

This kind of cockfighting is armed to the teeth, once the two chickens fight, the sharp beak and claws can be regarded as a big killing weapon, as long as you peck at the opponent's body, even the hair and flesh are all given down, and the blood is like an infusion.

It's useless if you want to run, once its claws grab the body, it will be difficult to break free even if it flies into the sky, and if you peck dozens of times, the fighting at home can no longer be used, so you can only go home and stew and eat dry meat.

In this half an hour, basically the winner has been divided, and according to the rules, the winner takes all, not only taking away the money bet, but also pecking the opponent's cockfight to death.

As for the loser, it was the loss of the wife and the soldiers, and the one who couldn't afford to lose often held the chicken outside the cockfighting arena and cried.

Since ancient times, it is natural to be willing to gamble and lose, kung fu is all behind the stage, if you want to enjoy happiness, you must first learn to endure hardships, this can not afford to lose, I am afraid that I will not be able to win others in this life.

If there is a chicken that has not died after a hundred battles, it is a phoenix among birds!

On such a life-and-death occasion, there is a person who cherishes his pets, he is not willing to let his own fighting enter, and will choose to buy one in the fighting shed and put it into the paddock to fight cocks, and he can win money if he wins, and he is not distressed when he loses.

Yue Guanchao looked at the cockfighting tent where people were laughing and scolding, and people were crying and laughing, and the innermost iron cage was obviously locked up with dozens of fighting cocks.

"Who's in charge!"

Yue Guanchao and they walked around the field and walked to the innermost part of the tent, where there was a set of pear wood tables and chairs, and the middle-aged man who was in good health sat on a high-backed chair, and you Youzai took the lid and swept the tea leaves, snoring and taking a sip.

"Hey, guest, did you have a good time?"

This middle-aged man is not too short, with a bronze face and a Chinese face, a slightly bloated body, and a good conversation.

"I watched them fight cocks, and my heart itched, so introduce me to a fighting and let me taste the taste of winning."

After Yue Guanchao finished speaking, the middle-aged man hurriedly stood up: "Distinguished guest, the cockfighting industry is all up to you, if the cockfighting I chose for you loses, can you bear not to find a posthumous account?" I can't help you but see for yourself, which is only for you to see, which is only in your eyes, it is also a blessing. ”

Yue Guanchao was waiting for this sentence, he picked up the lamp and came to the iron cage, the fighting that could be collected by the shopkeeper was estimated to only take advantage of this, what variety and color there were, some held their heads high, some drooped cockscombs, and some were as dead as if they were dead, motionless.

He had heard of the rules of cockfighting, but he didn't know how to choose cockfighting, and when he saw that the chickens in the iron cage were not the same, he couldn't even use the ingenuity of comparison, and he was a little discouraged for a while.

When Fang was embarrassed, Yue Guanchao suddenly remembered Old Man Tang's eyes at this moment, he quietly took out the jade bag from his arms, opened the tiger talisman and closed his eyes, carefully feeling the spirit of the fighting in the cage.

As his attention gradually focused, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dark corner, where the candlelight could not shine, and the two eyeballs shot out of a sassy light!