Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 330 Cockfighting 1
About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Wenzuo began to hear the faint crowing of many fighting cocks in the distance.And as he approached a wasteland, the unbelievable chorus of howling grew louder; he smelled wine, and many horses and donkeys hitched to stakes, grunting and snorting and stomping and wagging tails, and lots of people chatting.

"We're here, right here!"

Jin Renwen jumped off the horse enthusiastically, to relieve the stiffness and numbness of his knees.Wang Wenzuo looked left and right, he could see poor men in ragged clothes and Wuling youths in fresh clothes and angry horses, but at this moment they were mixed together, there seemed to be no difference, and the crowing of hundreds of fighting cocks seemed to be performing A crowing contest, the air is filled with the pungent smell of bootleg wine.

"Don't just stand there, little guy! Come and help these chickens relax!" An old man in civilian clothes shouted, he had just parked the carriage.The boy beside him hurriedly opened the coop and handed over the fighting cocks that were pecking and screaming angrily to the old man, and then he would massage the feet and wings of each cock.After taking the last chicken, the old man said: "Go and get some good corn, and give these fighting chickens a last meal."

At this time, the old man happened to see Wang Wenzuo watching him, smiled slightly at Wang Wenzuo, and immediately shouted to the boy: "Don't be lazy!" I lied to you!"

"This old man should have come from a long way, he is a good player!" Jin Ren asked with a smile: "It seems that today is not in vain, Sanlang, do you want to play both hands?"

"Two hands? I don't have a fighting cock!"

"I mean bet!" Jin Ren asked with a smile: "When the cockfight starts, we can all bet!"

Wang Wenzuo looked left and right, and wherever he looked, there were excited faces. There were dozens of chicken coops next to each carriage, and there were all kinds of fighting cock feathers in them, ranging from snow white to carbon black, and there were even more colorful ones. Alternate, the variety of colors is unimaginable.

There is a large circle in the center of the crowd, with a depression about two feet deep in the middle, and soft cushions around it. A small circle is drawn in the center of the solid red clay ramming platform, and a straight line with equal distance is drawn on both sides.That's the cockfight!The noisy people are looking for seats on the outer ring slope, and many people are exchanging wine bags in their hands.A man in brown clothes shouted loudly: "Everyone, everyone, please sit down, the competition will officially start in a quarter of an hour!"

People sat down one after another, crowded.The two found a place to sit down, and saw two people walking out of the arena, each holding a fighting cock in their arms.Suddenly, there were shouts one after another from the audience: "Red chicken, ten guan!"..."Follow!"..."Yellow one, twenty guan!"..."Follow five guan!"... "Five more!"..."The betting is over!" When the yelling became louder and more rhythmic, Wang Wenzuo saw two chickens being weighed on the scale, and then the referee declared the weight of the two chickens. The difference in weight does not exceed two or two.

"Why?" Wang Wenzuo asked.

"For the sake of fairness!" Jin Renwen stared at the fighting cocks in the field with great interest: "If the weight difference between the two chickens is too big, it is not fair. Only the chickens with a weight difference of no more than two taels can be used for competition!"

"This cockfight is really formal, and there are still heavyweights!" Wang Wenzuo thought to himself.

"Let your rooster stand, and everyone else get out!" a man shouted at the side of the cockfighting arena.Then he and the other two sat cross-legged outside the pen, while the two chicken owners squatted in the circle, holding their chickens tightly in their hands, so that they could get close enough to try to peck for a while.

"Get ready!" The two chicken owners each retreated to the starting point, and then pressed the chickens on the ground, ready to fight each other with all their strength.

"start!"

As soon as the order was given, the two chickens rushed towards each other with such vigor that they both bounced back.But less than a second later, they made a comeback again. They jumped up, their feet clad in steel bars were randomly scratching in mid-air, and after they both fell to the ground, they flew into the air again to fight.Immediately, the entire cockfighting arena was covered with flying feathers.

"The red one is injured!" Someone yelled loudly, and Wang Wenzuo watched with bated breath as the two chicken owners grabbed their chickens back, inspected them quickly, and put them back to the starting point.The wounded and desperate red cock jumped a little higher than his rival, and suddenly his scissor-like feet drove the steel spar into the head of the blue cock.The blue rooster immediately fell to the ground, flapped its wings convulsively, and died.Amidst a burst of excited cheers and rough cursing, Wang Wenzuo heard the referee's final announcement: "The winner is Wang He's chicken!"

Wang Wenzuo could hear the rapid breathing coming from his side, and he suspected that Jin Renwen was not so nervous on the battlefield.He saw that the next duel ended sooner, and the chicken master threw his bloody corpse aside in anger like a rag. "Once the chicken dies, it's nothing." Someone behind sighed.When the seventh match was over, a staff member called out: "Li Shangwen's chicken!"

Wang Wenzuo saw an old man in civilian clothes walking into the fighting arena with a chicken in his arm. It was the old man who called the boy to massage the fighting cock just now.The old man and his rivals were weighing the cock beside the cockpit ring, and then put the steel bars on the cock amidst the noise of betting.

After the command of "Go!", the two chickens collided head-on; after being thrown into the air and then fell to the ground, they fought furiously, luring the enemy to feint, and twisted their necks like snakes. Take advantage of the emptiness and attack.They charged up again, flapping each other's wings - and then fell to the ground together.The old man's fighting cock was wobbly, and it was obviously poked by the steel span!But a few seconds later, there was another hurricane-like dash through the air, and the old man's rooster lowered its steel span to deliver a fatal blow.

The old man grabbed his chicken, which was still crowing triumphantly, and ran back into the crowd and back to his wagon.Wang Wenzuo could only vaguely hear: "The winner is Li Shangwen's chicken." Then he saw the old man holding the bleeding cock, his fingers quickly searching for the wound on it, and then he put his lips together and puffed up his cheeks. Use all your strength to suck the blood clot out of the wound.Suddenly, he pushed the chicken to the boy who was traveling with him, and yelled at him, "Use on it! It's right here!" The boy in a panic did so, and his urine not only spilled all over the chicken body, but also the old man's hand. So is it.Then the old man gently placed the chicken in a bamboo basket among the soft straws.Then he said to the boy, "Boy, get that chicken out, it's the one in the orange basket!"

(End of this chapter)