Two families quietly came to the market town and found a relative of one of them. Relatives looked at the guests and received them warmly.

The relatives invited them into the house, and the visitor told his relatives that this was his neighbor and that he had come to see him for something today.

Relatives say that they have been relatives for so many years, often move around, and usually say everything directly, why are you a little embarrassed today, and a little mysterious.

The relative walked out of the door, looked out the door, and after making sure that no one was there, closed the door and window, and told him the purpose and intention of coming.

After hearing this, the relatives felt that they should help the three kind and upright knights, and decided to do what his relatives told them.

The relatives opened the door and led the two men to the market town, found a bird shop, and asked the shopkeeper if they had any carrier pigeons here, and the shopkeeper looked at the three peasants in tattered clothes, and thought that these three people should ask casually, and would not really buy carrier pigeons, and told them coldly that carrier pigeons were not sold here.

Relatives asked where there were carrier pigeons in this market town, and the pigeon sellers said go away and go away, I only knew that I didn't sell them here, and where did I know who still sold them.

The two peasants let go of their grips on the silver and walked back regretfully.

When the owner of the bird shop saw the silver in his white eyes and sparkling eyes, he secretly cursed himself for being stupid, and hurriedly bent down to pull the two peasants back, and told the two peasants that although there were no carrier pigeons in their shop, the owner of a bird shop in another place put a few carrier pigeons to him, and the three eldest brothers took a look, if there is a suitable one, they are all neighbors, and I will sell it to you, and in the future I will give the silver to another shopkeeper.

The two farmers said that we didn't care about the appearance of carrier pigeons, as long as we could send letters.

The shopkeeper immediately smiled and said that these are the best carrier pigeons, which travel thousands of miles a day, and can definitely send the letter to the person you want to send it safely and unmistakably.

The two peasants asked the price of the carrier pigeon, and the shopkeeper told the two farmers that the price was negotiable, and looked at the two of them in a hurry, and then looked at their tattered clothes, and increased the price of the carrier pigeon by 10%.

The two peasants, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at the distressed silver, thinking of the engong who may suffer in the distance, and the two of them each bear half of the money and buy the carrier pigeon.

After buying the carrier pigeons, the two farmers patted their heads and said that they couldn't write, what should they do?

Two peasants, led by relatives, look for someone to write in the market town.

This is a market town in a remote place, most of the people have not gone to school, looking for a long time, finally found a broken Xiucai, gave Xiucai ten pieces of silver, and asked Xiucai to write on a note "Someone said to catch fast, hunt you down"

Nine words.

Three peasants picked up and tied strips of paper with thin threads to the pigeon's legs.

After finding some food at home and feeding the carrier pigeon, he touched the wings of the carrier pigeon and said pigeon, pigeon, after eating, we two old men please you must send the letter to Engong.

The dove flapped its wings and flew westward.

A hunter was looking for prey in the mountains and forests, and at the end of the day, the hunter did not catch a single prey.

The hunter looked up to the sky and sighed, saying that God did not make my whole family hungry today!

At this time, the carrier pigeon flew over the hunter's head, and the hunter hurriedly put the arrow on the bow, propped up the bow, and made a "whoosh"

Shoot towards the carrier pigeon.

When the pigeon saw the swift arrow, it instinctively dodged it, and the bow and arrow skimmed past the pigeon's feathers.

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew forward at an accelerated pace, and the hunter again mounted his full bow and ran after the pigeon, and after three shots, the hunter shot at the pigeon with his last arrow.

The edge of one of the wings of the carrier pigeon was pierced by an arrow.

The carrier pigeon fell rapidly in the sky, and the hunter happily waited for the prey to fall to the ground.

When there were still about ten meters from the ground, the carrier pigeon saw that his life was in danger, and he tried his best to fly into the sky slowly with his wings.

The hunter, without arrows, sighed and headed home.

Pigeons flew high and low in the sky to the west.

It is its mission to deliver letters, and it is trying its best to deliver them with every little effort.

The pigeon finally flew to the side of the cliff, flapped its wings with great difficulty and flew to the top of the cliff, rested at the top for a while, and slowly flew down the cliff with the little strength it had.

By this time, the sun had already set, and night began to cover the land.

The carrier pigeon, which had little strength on its body, walked towards the west side of the village with two paws.

Blood stained the pigeon's wings red, and the pigeon began to lose its strength and fell to the ground.

Half an hour later, a farmer who had just returned from farming passed by the path, saw a white bird on the ground, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and saw that it was a pigeon.

The peasants in the mountains had not seen a carrier pigeon for many years, and did not know that this pigeon was a carrier pigeon, so they picked up the carrier pigeon and happily went back to make a bowl of pigeon meat for their daughter and stew a pot of pigeon soup.

When the farmer returned home, her eight-year-old daughter was still playing at the neighbor's house.

The farmer threw the pigeon by the stove and called his wife to boil water to remove the pigeon's feathers.

The heating of the fire warmed the cold pigeon, and the pigeon woke up.

The pigeon tried to move, but shook a few times and did not get up.

When the hot water was boiling, the peasant woman brought a basin and scooped the hot water into the basin.

After scooping up the hot water, the peasant woman picked up the pigeon on the ground, and the pigeon fluttered its wings in order to ask for the fate of death.

The peasant woman's hand threw the dove into the basin.

The pigeon's body flew towards the basin, and an eight-year-old girl, who entered through the threshold of the house, saw a snow-white pigeon on the ground, jumped over with joy, and took it with both hands when the pigeon was about to fall into the basin.

The little girl happily asked her mother where she got the pigeon.

His mother told him that his father had picked it up on the road and wanted to give his daughter stewed meat and soup.

When the girl heard about it, she said that she should not eat pigeon meat and drink pigeon soup, and he asked the pigeon to play with him.

Mother angrily said that you little girl is naughty again, let you have a good meal tonight, I will drink the broth with your father, and give me back the pigeon.

The little girl hugged the pigeon tightly and refused to give it to her mother anyway.

When the farmer saw this, he told the peasant woman not to drink the broth, and let the pigeon play with the girl.

The girl jumped up for joy, then looked distressed at the pigeon, whose wings were covered with blood, and asked her father to bandage it.

The farmer took out a few herbs from the back room, grinded them, carefully applied them to the wings of the pigeon, and after applying them, the farmer bandaged the pigeon's wings in small steps, and then handed them to his daughter to play with.

The daughter carefully carried the carrier pigeon to the lamp and slowly looked at the cute pigeon from top to bottom.