My village can't be like this

Chapter 364 Pigeon Soup

When Zhang An heard it, he realized that it was an old breed of local pigeon. No wonder Mr. Huang would travel thousands of miles to bring it back.

But no matter good or bad, Zhang An had no intention of refusing. After all, it was an old man's concern for his younger generation and should be accepted.

"By the way, your two bamboo roots are pretty good. Where did you dig them from?"

After talking about pigeons, Mr. Huang's eyes shifted to the two bamboo roots on the ground.

After all, he is also an old man, and he also likes to smoke leaf cigarettes.

He always carries a small cigarette stick and a bag of leaf cigarettes in his pocket. Seeing these two bamboo sticks is like seeing a treasure.

"I dug it from a friend's house. How about it? This bamboo looks okay."

Although it was spawned in space, it was also poached from Hou Liang's ceramics factory, which is correct.

"It's ok, it's quite ok. It looks like a mountain breeze, and it looks stylish. In all these years, no one has dug out such a beautiful bamboo root. It would be very nice to make a tobacco pipe."

Mr. Huang stared at the two bamboos in his hands. He became more and more greedy as he looked at them, and his eyes fell into them.

With this look, how could Zhang An not know that his old man liked this thing in his heart?

"Second Master, do you like it? If you like it, take one back."

Although it is prepared for the second grandpa and the fourth grandpa, if Huang Erye likes it, he can give him one.

This was Huang Erye and Lin Carpenter. Zhang An would not have said this.

"That's not possible. These two are obviously prepared for your father. What's the big deal if I take them away."

Huang Erye was very moved when he heard this, but he quickly shook his head and refused.

Zhang An has always been very filial to the elderly in his family, and these two bamboos were prepared for the two old men Zhang An at first glance.

Huang Erye feels that although he is not a gentleman, he will not win people's love.

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. I'm afraid you've listened to storytelling too much. If you like it, take it away. I'll dig one out and bring it back to my grandpa another day."

This kind of mutant bamboo is quite difficult to find in the outside world, but for Zhang An, it just takes more effort.

After Zhang An plans to give it to Mr. Huang, Zhang An can go to the space to get two more in the evening, and also send one to the carpenter uncle.

"Don't kid me. You can find bamboo roots like this anywhere."

Mr. Huang looked like he thought I was a Muggle and didn't believe this at all.

He has been rummaging through the purple bamboo forest for decades, but he has not found a decent thing, which is enough to prove that there are not many of them.

As a result, Zhang An was holding two sticks now, and then told him that he could dig two more sticks, just like eating, and eat them when they are ready. He didn't believe it at all.

"I'm trying to trick you into getting a hammer. My friend is very good and specializes in this kind of thing. Otherwise, why would I have picked up two identical ones at once?"

Regarding the art of making friends out of thin air, Zhang An had already mastered it. He entered the room and spoke without blushing or heartbeat.

"Really? Then I won't take it either. You take it to your grandpa first. I'll ask for it when you get it next time."

Huang Erye doubtfully picked up two bamboos and compared them carefully, only to find that the two bamboos looked exactly the same.

Including the position and degree of bending, they were all the same. Finally, I believed that Zhang An was not coaxing him.

But he didn't take it away. Anyway, Zhang An said there was still more, so he would wait for Zhang An to get it next time.

Because Zhang An's second grandfather was several years older than him, he didn't understand the principle of giving in.

"Well, if you wait until I get it in a few days, I'll send it to you."

Huang Erye didn't take it, and Zhang An didn't force him to give it to him. Anyway, he could get it in his own time, so there was no rush.

"Okay, now you don't have to fix it anymore. When the time comes, you can burn it red and drill it in, and it will be done."

With the help of Mr. Huang, it didn't take much time to repair the two bamboos, making them look more like a mountain breeze.

"But Second Master, I don't know how. I just want to repair it and send it to my master and the others. I have never done that thing myself."

"Then if you didn't tell me earlier, you go and burn it first, and I'll help you drill it later."

Zhang An is a young man who doesn't know how to smoke, but Mr. Huang has been a smoker for decades, so he is very familiar with this job.

Because in the past, everyone had no money to buy cigarettes, so they all smoked leaf cigarettes at home.

And the cigarette rods used for smoking are all made by themselves. After all, they can't afford cigarettes, so how can they have the money to buy cigarette rods.

Make it yourself, save the money and buy some meat to eat, how delicious it is.

After listening to Mr. Huang's words, Zhang An immediately put the stove drill at home into the stove and burned it.

The fire in the big stove was very strong, and it burned red in less than 10 minutes.

Mr. Huang took the red-hot torch and turned it violently inside the bamboo tube, swinging it from left to right to control the angle.

It took an hour to finally drill through the two cigarette poles.

This is Zhang An's fire drill, which is neither thick nor thin. It just matches and does not burn through the bends of the two bamboos.

Therefore, Zhang An feels that it is not unreasonable for the handmade pipes sold on the street to be expensive now.

After all, materials are hard to find and crafting is not easy either.

"You have two bamboo poles left. What are you going to use them for? After repairing them, you still need to polish them with sandpaper. Why are they so fine?"

After finishing the two cigarette poles, Mr. Huang looked at Zhang An and started to pack up the two long bamboo poles on the ground.

"I plan to get two fishing rods. Then I will find a place to catch some crucian carp and come back to make some soup for Su Ying."

Crucian carp is crucian carp, as everyone around here calls it.

When Mr. Huang heard this, he immediately lost interest. In this life, his thoughts have been spent on running in the mountains.

As for those swimming in the water, he no longer has that much energy and thought to study them.

After Mr. Huang left, Zhang An also started to clean up the yard, but did not continue because it was getting dark.

Opening the nylon bag, there were a total of five pigeons inside. Zhang An took a closer look and found that there were four males and one female.

It is very easy to distinguish male and female pigeons. The neck of male pigeons is relatively short and very hard, while the neck of female pigeons is relatively long and very soft to the touch.

This is because the throat of male pigeons has a very prominent bone, while the neck of female pigeons is smooth.

You can also observe their respective sinuses. The male has a short and thick mouth, and the female has a long and short mouth.

There is also a very intuitive method that can tell the difference without catching pigeons, but it also has a time limit.

That is, every time a pair of pigeons kiss, the female pigeon puts her mouth into the other's mouth.

Also during the breeding season, there is a female pigeon squatting below and a male pigeon above.

It happened that there were no pigeons at home, so Zhang An grabbed a pair of male and female pigeons from his pocket and put them into the space.

After they are raised inside, a group of pigeons will be produced. When Su Ying wants to eat, she will catch two.

Whether it's stewed pigeon or roasted squab, you can raise it as you like in the space.

"Hey, where did this pigeon come from?" At this time, Su Ying and Wang Fang came back from outside. They had just gone to the second grandmother's place.

"When Mr. Huang came back from my aunt's house, he brought back old breed pigeons."

Zhang An didn't catch the remaining three pigeons, so he put them in a bag and fed them some food later.

Wait until tomorrow, Zhang An will make a cage by himself, and then lock them up.

"Why don't you give it back to Mr. Huang? I heard that you can't eat pigeons while you are pregnant. If you eat them, you will lose your grandmother and children."

Wang Fang cared deeply about the child in Su Ying's belly and kept everything in mind when she heard what others said.

No, when I saw this pigeon today, I remembered what I heard from others before, that eating pigeons will reduce the amount of milk produced and restore the milk supply.

"Mom, it's not that eating pigeons will cause you to have no milk. They don't understand. They are talking nonsense."

It can be said that many people have spread the news that you should not eat pigeons when you are pregnant.

Because it is said that in one family, after the daughter-in-law became pregnant, the mother-in-law was very happy.
Every day I cook chicken soup or pigeon soup for my daughter-in-law. Anyway, she serves her well and eats well, and in the end she is fat and white.

When it was time to give birth, the daughter-in-law lived up to expectations and gave birth to a big fat boy for their family.

But after the daughter-in-law gave birth to the baby, the two bottles looked quite big, but there was no milk.

Their grandson didn't have enough to eat every day. He was crying every day because of hunger, which made the whole family very anxious.

The mother-in-law thought that her daughter-in-law was not nutritious enough, so she stopped simmering chicken soup, so she kept making pigeon soup that was more expensive than chicken.

And I stew more frequently than when I was pregnant, every day, and never stop.

How could an ordinary family have such a good taste? The daughter-in-law was born in a poorer family, so she naturally enjoyed the food.

But in the end, I discovered that the more I drank the pigeon soup, the less milk I produced, and eventually not even a drop came out.

The family thought their daughter-in-law had some physical defect and quickly went to a doctor to check it out.

Finally, I found out that the reason why the bottle was out of milk was because of the pigeon soup.

Because the nanny is responsible for buying these pigeons in their house.

Because male pigeons are more expensive than female pigeons, the nanny had a little trick on her mind.

She specifically picked out the cheaper hens and bought them back, and spent the rest of the money on her own.

But I never thought that it was the nanny's greed that caused their daughter-in-law to have no milk to feed the child.

Zhang An also understood some of these in later generations. After all, it was an era of overflowing information.

Because after a pregnant woman gives birth, her estrogen progesterone will be greatly reduced.

Prolactin will be relatively elevated, thus promoting lactation and producing milk.

The estrogen content of hen pigeons is relatively high, so eating hen doves right after giving birth will increase the estrogen level in pregnant women.

Therefore, the production of prolactin is inhibited, so pregnant women will have less milk.

If you drink it often or every day, the lack of milk will turn into the kind of milk that has no milk at all.

Therefore, most people only listen to half of what is said, and spread rumors to others. In the end, it turns out that pregnant women cannot eat pigeons.

In fact, the pigeon was quite unjust. It would also happen if an old hen was stewed for a pregnant woman after giving birth.

During pregnancy, it is still beneficial to drink pigeon soup or old hen soup, and it can also play a role in protecting the fetus.

After all, if estrogen is too low, it may lead to miscarriage or even miscarriage. It is good to eat more.

However, when you are about to give birth in the third trimester, you should not touch these things again.

After giving birth to a child, pigeon soup can be drunk, but the soup must be stewed by male pigeons, not female pigeons.

Mr. Huang probably knew something about it, so he picked so many male pigeons.

In Zhang An's opinion, these five pigeons should all be male pigeons, but Mr. Huang must have been spotted by the person selling the pigeons, and a female pigeon was mixed in.

"Mom, if you don't believe it, you can go up the mountain and ask my godfather. He knows better than me."

Zhang An explained for a long time, but Wang Fang still looked dubious. After all, it was a matter of whether the grandchildren could have enough to eat in the future.

So Zhang An directly carried Zhang and his party out.

It doesn't matter whether the pigeon is stewed or not, whether Su Ying eats it or not, but this is a little bit of Mr. Huang's wishes.

If that were the case, forget it, but that's not the case. If you give it back, the old man would definitely feel resentful.

When word gets out, others who don't know about it will think that the old man has bad intentions and his good intentions turn into bad intentions. Who can bear to hear this?

"Really? Then keep it for now and wait until we find out more about it."

Even so, Wang Fang still had no intention of letting Zhang An stew the pigeons, and would wait until he asked.

Zhang An doesn't care, Su Ying is not lacking in nutrition, and these pigeons are very good to raise.

The next day, after Zhang An got up, he continued to make two fishing rods.

The bamboo that was originally more than five meters long was only more than four meters long after the last trimming.

It can be made into a hand pole of more than four meters, which is specially used to catch large crucian carp.

These two Luo Han bamboos were carefully selected by Zhang An. There is no curvature at all and there is no need to straighten them.

Zhang An directly lit the fire to make it green, and then painted it with oil and raw paint to ensure that the pole would not deform or rot or get insects in the future.

When he finally went online, Zhang An didn't use thread because he had better silk than thread at home.

The original purpose of the thread was to prevent the opening of the pole from cracking. Zhang An personally tested these two Luohan bamboos.

Unless a big fish weighing hundreds of pounds was caught, these two poles would not break easily.

Even if the poles they bought exploded, Zhang An still had great confidence in these two bamboo poles.

After all, the only material that can be stronger and tougher than them is rebar.

In the end, Zhang An directly polished and smoothed it without performing segmented splicing.

Because no matter how tough something is, it is bound to cause problems after it is reassembled.

The purpose of segmenting and then splicing the poles is just to make it easier to put the pole away, but Zhang An has no need for this.

For places that are closer, just carry them over. For places that are further away, just put them in the space.

Moreover, he is not an intoxicated fishing guy. He may only be able to go fishing a few times a year.

Finally, when it was finished, I rummaged around for two suitable sets of strings from home, so that I had my own hand pole.

However, Zhang An was not very satisfied with the float on the string set, so he simply made a bamboo float out of the remaining limbs of Luo Han Bamboo.

After some characterization, Zhang An felt that it looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

(End of this chapter)