"Ha, you're so happy all day, your dad makes you so stupid." The starling next to him heard the cry of the colorful parrot and started to yell again.

Xiaojun and Song Wen looked at each other speechlessly. This boss is so genius that he can train his brother like this!

The owner of the pet seller is a tall, thin and young man with eyes. When he heard the sound, he happened to hear the starlings say something. He immediately slapped his bird's head in anger and scolded, "Jizhe, I'll scream and scream all day long. Be careful that I'll pluck you hair and pick your bones and stew your soup."

"Your mother is stuck, I'm cursing, I'll beat your dad's head, and I'll turn my armor into a dumb. Your grandmother fights you hard." (You mom, cursing all day long, and hitting my kid's head, making me stupid, I'll fight you.)

The starling flew up from the bird stand in anger and rushed towards the four-eyed young man. The young man didn't expect that the starling would react so much, so he quickly reached out to block the face but did not block the head. A few blood marks were caught on his forehead by the starling claws.

The attack succeeded, and the starling didn't stop. He immediately flew out of the pet shop with his wings. While flying, he turned around and shouted: "A Cai, I'm leaving. I'll take you to have something delicious and delicious."

After hearing what the starling said, Song Wen and others felt strange and didn't know who it was calling.

At this time, the colorful parrot next to him suddenly flapped its wings and flew towards his starlings, shouting, "Let's go, let's have a good meal and a good meal!"

Song Wen didn't expect that this colorful parrot was so spiritual, and he couldn't help but be curious, and Xiaojun was the same.

The colorful parrot chased the starlings and the two flew away together.

The four-eyed young man woke up and hurriedly chased him out and shouted at the bird shadow that had not yet disappeared, "Come back, come back soon. You two bastards, eat and drink well every day, but they don't admit it in a blink of an eye. They are really ungrateful." As he said that, the four-eyed young man actually started crying, crying so hard that he was so desolate.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Seeing him crying sadly, Song Wen kindly stepped forward and comforted: "What's there to cry about? The old ones don't go to the new ones, and you'll just come in two more days. It's not a rare product."

"What's not rare?"

When the four-eyed young man heard this, he burst into tears and said angrily: "My colorful macaw was brought back by a friend from abroad. It is one of the most beautiful and largest parrots. It can reach one meter high when it is the largest. I finally brought it from a young bird and then taught it to speak. It can be sold for a large price. You said it just flew like this. How can I not be sad?"

As he said that, the four-eyed young man cried sadly again. What really made him sad was that someone had already offered 80,000 yuan to buy the parrot a few days ago. Unexpectedly, he flew now. Not to mention crying, he had the heart to jump off the building. What made him even more sad was that he originally wanted to sell the parrot and marry a wife, but now the birds are gone, and the days of marrying his wife are far away.

Song Wen repaid his experience with the four-eyed young man with great sympathy and earnest condolences, but he had no choice but to comfort him for a while and took Xiaojun to continue shopping in the ruins.

"It's so pitiful." Xiaojun said to the four-eyed young man.

There must be something hateful about a poor person. Who told him not to tie anklets to birds and deserved it? Song Wen thought without sympathy in his heart.

As he walked along the way, Song Wen bought some more things, holding them all over his hands. He was about to take them back and put them on the motorcycle, but he saw a familiar figure not far away, so he walked over. When he got closer, he saw a short man squatting on the side of the road to sell things.

There were some fresh herbs and two plastic buckets on the stall. One was crawling with a dozen large centipedes about thirty centimeters and a size of index fingers, and the other was a scorpion as thick as a thumb.

Song Wen had also seen a centipede about twenty centipedes, the thickness of a little finger. He had also caught a few centipedes soaked in wine before, but this was the first time he had seen such a big and big centipede. He remembered that when he saw the Condor Heroes, there was a scene where Hong Qigong and Yang Guo were eating centipedes. Such a big and fat centipede should taste good.

"Awen, come and buy things!" The short man saw Song Wen coming and greeted him.

"Well, this is my wife Xiaojun. This is short man. You have to call Uncle Ah in terms of seniority." Song Wen introduced to Xiaojun and short man.

In fact, he always has a bad name for the short man. In terms of seniority, he really wants to call Uncle, but the two have been playing together since childhood, like brothers, and they are used to calling Uncle, and it feels strange to call Uncle. But Xiaojun cannot be like him, so he must call Uncle, so that people will not feel unruly and not polite. So he had to introduce it carefully, otherwise he would be almost done by calling him a man according to his ideas.

"Brother." Xiaojun shouted sweetly to the short man.

"Why."

The short man responded, his front teeth that were so smiled that he exposed his air, making Song Wen roll his eyes.

"Brother, where did you catch this centipede? Why is it so big?" Song Wen asked the short brother as he looked at the centipede in the plastic bucket.

Before the short brother answered, Xiaojun leaned into his ear and asked strangely: "Why do you call him brother?" Isn't it a mess to be so senior?

"This is a nickname." Song Wen also whispered in her ear.

"Oh." Xiaojun nodded in a clear way.

Seeing the two of them whispering affectionately, the short man didn't bother them. After they finished speaking, they said: "A few days ago, I wanted to pick some herbs to sell them, but I didn't expect to find a centipede nest on a hillside. There were such a big guy inside, so I grabbed some of them to sell them. These scorpions were also caught there. Do you want to get some back and make wine?"

"You'd better keep it and sell it!" Song Wen waved his hand and asked again, "Why don't you sell it to Song Mingde?" Song Mingde bought these things all year round.

"That's the old stingy. Who would sell him good things?" said the short man disdainfully: "He charges three dollars for a centipede with a ten-centimeter-long centimeter-long centimeter-long centimeters, and ten dollars for a twenty-centimeter-long one. I charge twenty dollars for a twenty-yuan person. I might as well take it to the market to sell people to make wine by myself, and I can earn more."

As the two were talking, a white-haired old man came over. When he saw the centipede in the bucket, he squatted down and picked up the plastic bucket and shook it. Then he picked up a bamboo branch from the side of the road and poked the centipede. He seemed to be very satisfied with the centipede in the bucket. He nodded and asked the short man: "Well, it's quite fat, how to sell it?"

Song Wen almost laughed when he heard this. He didn't buy pork, but he also picked fat and thin.

However, he did not know that the centipedes used for medicinal purposes are usually in late spring and early summer, especially those caught before the Jingzhe to Qingming Festival. If the "Beginning of Summer" is over, most female centipedes will sneak to hidden places to lay eggs and molt. The flesh on the centipedes will become thinner due to laying eggs and molting, and the quality will also deteriorate. It is now the beginning of summer, and it is the time when centipedes lay eggs and molting. The old man may have to make medicinal purposes, so he will pick so carefully.
Chapter completed!