Chapter 364 Pigeon Soup
When Zhang An heard it, it turned out to be an old breed of local pigeons. No wonder Mr. Huang would travel thousands of miles to bring them 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 the pigeons, Mr. Huang’s eyes shifted to the two bamboo roots on the ground. above.
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 also came from Hou Liang’s ceramic factory. It's correct to say that it was dug out from inside.
“It’s ok, it’s quite ok. It looks like a mountain breeze, and it looks stylish. In so many years, no one has dug out such beautiful bamboo roots. It would be very nice to make a cigarette scar 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 Mr. Huang likes it, you can give him one. .
This is Huang Erye and Lin Carpenter. Zhang An would not have said this.
"That's not possible. These two items are obviously prepared for your master. What's the big deal if I take them away."
Huang Erye was very excited after hearing this, but he soon shook his head. The brain 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 at home.
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 up 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.”
Huang Erye looked like I was a Muggle. , I don’t believe this at all.
He has been rummaging in the purple bamboo forest for decades, but he has not found a decent thing, which is enough to show that there are really not many things.
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'll trick you into getting a hammer. My friend is very good and specializes in this thing. Otherwise, why would I have picked up two identical ones at once."
For Wu Zhang An had already mastered Zhongshengyou's kung fu, and he was able to enter the hall and speak without a blushing face or a heartbeat.
"Really? Then I won't take it either. You take it to your grandpa first, and I'll wait until you get it next time before asking for it."
Huang Erye grabbed two doubtful After carefully comparing the two bamboos, I discovered 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 until Zhang An got it next time to get it.
Because Zhang An’s second grandfather was several years older than him, he didn’t understand the principle of giving in.
"That's it, just wait until I get it in a few days and then I'll send it to you."
Huang Erye didn't want to take it, and Zhang An didn't force him to give it to him anyway. You can get it done if you take the time, don't be in a hurry.
“Okay, this way you don’t need to repair it anymore. When the time comes, you can burn the torch red and drill it in, and it will be done.”
With the help of Mr. Huang, no more repairs are needed. It took a lot of time to repair the two bamboos, and they looked 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 you are not early He said, you go and light the fire first, and I will help you drill it later."
Zhang An is a young man who doesn't know how to drill a cigarette pole, but Mr. Huang is an old man who has been there for decades. Smoking and guns, he was very familiar with this job.
Because in the past, everyone had no money to buy cigarettes, so they all smoked leaf cigarettes at home.
As for the cigarette rods used for smoking, they all make them 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 the brazier was burning red in less than ten minutes.
Huang Erye took the red-hot torch and turned it violently into 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.
So 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 handwork is not easy either.
"You have two bamboo poles left. What are you going to use them for? After repairing them, use sandpaper to polish them. Are they so fine?"
After finishing the two cigarette poles, Mr. Huang looked at Zhang An and started to clean up the ground again. two long bamboo poles.
"I plan to get two fishing rods. Then I will find a place to catch some crucian carp and come back to cook 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 between 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 the male pigeon has a very prominent bone, but the neck of the female pigeon is very 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, which can be distinguished 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.
During the breeding season, there is a female pigeon squatting below and a male pigeon above.
There happened to be no pigeons at home, so Zhang An grabbed a pair of male and female pigeons from his pocket and put them into the space.
When they are raised inside, a group of pigeons will be produced. When Su Ying wants to eat, I will catch two for her.
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 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 said to Su Ying cared deeply about the child in her 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 and increase the amount of milk.
"Mom, it doesn't mean that eating pigeons will lead to lack of milk. They don't understand and they are talking nonsense."
It can be said that there are many people who spread the word that you cannot eat pigeons when you are pregnant.
According to legend, there was a family where the mother-in-law was very happy after her daughter-in-law became pregnant.
Every day, she either made chicken soup or pigeon soup for her daughter-in-law. Anyway, she served her daughter-in-law delicious food and finally provided food. Baibai is fat.
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 cried out for hunger every day, which made the whole family very anxious.
My 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.
Ordinary people would not be able to have such a good taste. My daughter-in-law was born in a poorer family, so she naturally enjoyed the food happily.
But in the end, I found that the more I drank the pigeon soup, the less milk I produced, and finally 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 went out to buy these pigeons for them.
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.
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 the estrogen progesterone of pregnant women will be greatly reduced after giving birth.
Prolactin will be relatively elevated, thus promoting lactation and producing milk.
The estrogen content of female pigeons is relatively high, so eating female pigeons right after giving birth will increase the estrogen level in pregnant women.
This inhibits the production of prolactin, so pregnant women will have less milk.
If you drink it often, every day, the lack of milk will turn into the kind of milk that has no milk at all.
So most people only listen to half of what they are told, spreading lies and lies. In the end, it turns out that pregnant women cannot eat pigeons.
Actually, pigeons are unfairly accused, and they will do the same thing if they stew an old hen 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.
But 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.
Huang Erye 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 who sold 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 is a major matter of whether the grandchildren can 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, and whether Su Ying eats it or not, it doesn’t matter, but this is Huang Erye’s wish.
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 ones. Who can bear to hear this?
"Really? Then let's keep them first until we ask clearly."
Even so, Wang Fang still didn't plan to let Zhang An stew these pigeons until he asked. Think again.
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, specially designed for fishing big crucian carp.
These two Luo Han bamboos were carefully selected by Zhang An. They have no curvature and do not need to be straightened.
Zhang An directly burned the pole over a fire to make it green, and then painted it with oil and raw paint to ensure that the pole would not deform, rot or get bugs 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 breaking. Zhang An personally tested these two Luohan bamboos.
Unless you hit a big fish weighing hundreds of pounds, these two poles will 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 polished it directly without splicing it into sections.
Because no matter how tough something is, it is bound to cause problems after it is re-spliced.
The purpose of segmenting and then splicing the pole is to make it easier to put the pole away, but Zhang An has no need for this.
If you are closer, you can just carry it. If you are farther away, just put it in the space.
Furthermore, he is not an intoxicated fishing guy. He might 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 line set, so he simply made a bamboo float using the remaining limbs of Luohan bamboo.
After some characterization, Zhang An felt that it looked a little more pleasing to the eye.
(End of this chapter)