My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 461 Pigeon Whistle

"Sister, did you see that? Baldy is so amazing."

Wang Zhenzhen tilted her head back, stared wide-eyed, and looked equally shocked.

"Yes, they even caught the eagles. No wonder those kite hunters gave your brother-in-law a gift after they met Er Tuzi."

As Wang Susu spoke, she saw her son running to the dead eagle with his short legs and quickly called out, "Rui Rui, what are you doing again? Don't touch it, you'll get your hands covered in blood."

Chen Ling turned his head and smiled: "It's nothing. Er Tuzi smashed the eagle's skull. It's quite clean, no blood."

Watching his son squatting in front of the eagle, curiously pulling open the eagle's wings, then tilting his head back and swallowing hard like a little glutton.

"Daddy, meat."

"You look so tempted by everything you see."

Seeing this, Chen Ling squatted down, speechless, and patted the back of his head, saying, "You can't eat this. Eagle meat is awful."

"Brother-in-law, why is the eagle's belly grayish-white? It looked black when it was in the sky."

Wang Zhenzhen asked curiously.

"That's because they're flying too high; we can only see their shadows..."

"Oh, so why is this eagle catching pigeons again? Didn't it steal and eat our chickens yesterday?"

"Sigh, it must be because I tied the pigeon whistle to the pigeon that the eagle was lured away."

As the three were talking, the elderly couple, carrying nets and bamboo poles, came over from the back of the mountain with their dog. They had been worried that an eagle might take the opportunity to land and snatch their chickens and ducks.

Although the chickens reacted quickly and mostly hid, there were still ducks and geese at the foot of the mountain, so we had to be careful.

"Look how scared these moorhens are. They usually squawk all day long, but now that they see the eagle coming, they've all quieted down."

"Yes, it suddenly became very quiet, even the frogs stopped croaking."

"Dad, Mom, Er Tuzi is amazing. When an eagle came to catch a pigeon, he flew up into the sky and kicked the eagle down with one kick, smashing its head."

"Got it, we just saw it. Baldy is pretty good; he scared away those eagles flying to the south."

The two elders were truly surprised that this hawk was so good at catching birds that it dared to take to the sky and fight an eagle.

Moreover, it was a one-hit kill; the two of them couldn't quite believe it when they saw it.

"Have the pigeons gone back to the village?"

"It didn't go back to the village; it was left over at the pavilion."

Chen Ling nodded, and a flock of pigeons, still shaken, landed on the steps beside the pavilion.

Wang Cunye glanced at it and frowned, saying, "Why is this eagle grabbing pigeons today? I was waiting by the chickens, ready to shoot the bastard as soon as it flew down."

"I was just telling Zhenzhen that the eagle originally came to steal chickens, but it heard the pigeons' whistling and was probably lured there by the whistling..."

I saw the eagle specifically target the pigeon with the whistle tied to it.

"Oh? Pigeon whistles? That's terrible! Don't bring those things to pigeons anymore."

“It’s alright. Since this whistle might lure the eagles over, we’ll just pick a time to lure them over, then use Er Tuzi to scare them a few times, and they won’t dare to come over again.”

"...Oh, I see. That works too."

"Well, just take the whistle off normally, we can't always let the pigeons wear it."

……

My sister-in-law and son played around the eagle's carcass for a while.

Chen Ling dragged the guy to the back mountain, and after using magic to dry him in the cave, he hung the stiff corpse on a big tree next to the chicken coop on the back mountain.

If any eagles dare to sneak over again, even if Er Tuzi isn't home, they'll be able to spot the corpse of one of their kind at a glance.

This should have a good deterrent effect.

"Zhenzhen, I'm going to Fenglei Town today to deliver fabric to my second brother. Do you want to come with me?"

Back at the foot of the mountain, Chen Ling drove the tractor out and asked with a smile.

Wang Zhenzhen just started her summer vacation today, and she and Rui Rui are upstairs playing with the wheat field turtles.

Upon hearing this, he poked his little head out and shouted, "I'm not going back now. I wrote to my sister-in-law and told her that I'll go back to the village for half a month during the holiday."

"Fine, whatever you say."

Chen Ling smiled and took the water bottle that Wang Susu had prepared for him. It contained honey water that had been prepared in advance.

They were afraid he would get thirsty halfway through his journey and have nowhere to drink water.

"It's so hot now, and the road is so far, why take her? If she wants to go, Rui Rui will want to go too, then we'll see what you do."

After handing him the water bottle, Wang Susu rolled her eyes at him and said reproachfully.

Chen Ling chuckled, then said no more, walked out of the orchard, got on his tractor, and drove away.

The tractor's cargo bed was piled high with fabric and substandard clothing.

It's not that no one wanted these clothes.

According to the Han brothers, a couple of years ago, people lined up to take these things away, and when they left, they carried their bags with them.

They also searched everywhere for places to sell them at low prices.

Some defective items, if you take them home, tinker with them, and sell them as good clothes.

But since last year, with people earning more money by working outside the village, no one does this anymore.

As a result, many of these factories were built up.

This truck has only hauled a small portion of its cargo.

Chen Ling got a good deal.

The cost savings will allow Wang Qingwen and his brother to find more workers. Their father-in-law gave them 20,000 yuan, and now it seems that even hiring some people won't cost nearly that much.

Over the years, Wang Qingzhong has gotten to know many people in the grain trade. He knows them very well, especially those in the vicinity of Fenglei Town. He can easily find some older women with good skills to do the work, pay them some wages, and it's that simple.

I went to Fenglei Town. I set off at around 7 a.m. and arrived before 1 p.m. I had lunch with my two brothers-in-law in town and talked about how to proceed with this matter before returning early.

He didn't go straight home after returning, but instead went to the county town to call Yu Qi'an and ask about the pigeon whistle.

Upon asking this question, it turned out that Chen Ling's guess was correct.

The eagle suddenly changed its target today and started catching pigeons to eat because of the pigeon whistle.

Yu Qi'an has been raising pigeons and playing with crickets since he was a child, so he knows the ins and outs better than anyone else.

His exact words were: "Don't be fooled by the saying that eagles catch chicks. In fact, eagles prefer to eat pigeons to chickens and ducks. In the winter and spring seasons in the north, there are many eagles in the sky, so we usually don't put whistles on pigeons. That's the reason you mentioned, because they attract eagles."

"It's equipped with a whistle; once it's released, it won't come back."

In addition, Yu Qi'an was very interested in talking about Chen Ling raising pigeons, saying that he would pick out a few beautiful pigeon whistles for him next time he came to visit him.

They have all sorts of things, enough to satisfy him.

He also explained the classification of pigeon whistles to Chen Ling in detail.

How to put a garland on a pigeon.

He said that the way he tied the pigeons' legs was particularly harmful to them, and that when they encountered eagles while flying, they often couldn't escape in time.

Tell him that to tie the pigeon whistle, you need to tie it to the pigeon's tail, as pigeons usually have twelve feathers on their tails.

The four in the very center are quite thick and sturdy, making them suitable for tying whistles.

Of course, it's also important to note that when pigeons are molting in the summer, it's best not to tie them up, otherwise, after they fly around and return, the whistle will be lost.

He also reminded him that some pigeons are timid, so if you tie a whistle to them, it will go off as soon as they fly, which will frighten them and make them afraid to fly again.

In short, he explained it in great detail.

After hearing this, Chen Ling couldn't help but admire, "Truly worthy of being called a master of games."

This old guy really loves these things.

He was so excited by what he was saying that he couldn't help but become interested.

After returning home, he followed Yu Qi'an's instructions, took out two bamboo poles, and tried to figure out how to make a whistle on his own.

There are generally only a few materials used to make pigeon whistles.

Bamboo, hardwood, reeds, bones, even gourds and ladles can be used.

Pigeons have been kept as pets for over a thousand years.

There are quite a few exquisite and unique pigeon whistles.

The pigeon whistles Chen Sangui gave him were the crudest and simplest kind.

It's about the thickness of an adult's finger and about three inches long.

It looks like a small bottle for oral liquid.

There's a head on top, a depression in the middle, and a bottle-like shape below.

However, it was all carved out of a single piece of hardwood with a knife.

It has many openings inside.

A person can blow loudly just by blowing on it.

But it's still not as pleasant as tying it to a pigeon; that sounds more melodious.

The concave part of the pigeon whistle, like the neck of an oral liquid bottle, is where the rope is tied; it can be tied to the pigeon's leg and tail.

"Well, I've never done this kind of delicate work before. I can't do it, I can't do it, it's too difficult."

Let's wait until Yu Qi'an comes over and brings some better pigeon whistles.

That's much better than what I'm doing, just groping around in the dark.

The pigeon whistles in Chen Ling's hands were made by Chen Sangui when he had nothing to do during the first month of the lunar year.

At the time, they only described the function, saying it was to be tied to a pigeon's leg, and then asked Chen Sangui to try it out.

After all, no one in the mountains here raises pigeons.

Nobody knows what a pigeon whistle is.

However, the old carpenter was still an old carpenter, and he knew what Chen Ling wanted just from a few words.

From a single piece of wood, six whistles were made for him.

It's actually quite useful and very loud.

After hearing what Yu Qi'an said, Chen Ling also felt that the hardwood whistle was a bit too heavy for the pigeon.

"Gugu, gugu..."

Just as he swept away the discarded bamboo, two little pigeons emerged from their earthenware pigeon coop, flew to his feet, and followed him closely, chirping and begging for food.

These two little guys were quite frightened by the eagle this morning and hid in their nest all day without daring to come out. Now that it's getting dark, they must be starving and have finally come out to beg for food.

Seeing this, Chen Ling grabbed two handfuls of wheat from the warehouse and let the birds fly onto his hands to peck at them.

He was extremely satisfied to see the two little pigeons growing more and more beautiful. He was sure they would get better and better if they were separated and crossbred with wild pigeons.

According to Yu Qi'an, if this thing is raised properly, it has a very promising future.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, come quick! Your fish is glowing!"

He was enjoying feeding the pigeons when he suddenly heard Wang Zhenzhen shouting in the front yard.

(End of this chapter)