1. Fly to make a fortune
Zhang Dali is the number one rich man in the cottage. He does not rely on farming or business to get rich, but depends on his father’s generation. Give him hunting skills. In recent years, the country has stopped hunting. Everyone in the village has turned in hunting tools. Zhang Dali is no exception. However, he did not make all of them. Instead, he left a few lassos and a hunting knife. These guys, he secretly caught birds and beasts and sold them to the city, and actually made a fortune. In order to conceal others, he built two big houses in his own field outside the village and built a relatively hidden basement. , Specializing in storing the mountain products he caught. With mountain products, Dali went to live in the big house. When the farming was busy, his wife Xiaolan also came here to rest.
This evening, Zhang Dali was sitting in front of the big house worrying: Boss Liu in the city had already called him several times, and asked him to grab some decent mountain products and deliver them as soon as possible. As long as there are good goods, money is not a problem. But today Zhang Dali went up the mountain and took a turn. Only one of the several covers trapped a half-sized hare, which was worthless. He was so angry that he beat the rabbit to death with a stick and threw it into the ravine. Seeing that the colorful bills could not be earned, Zhang Dali’s heart burst into flames.
The sun gradually went down, Zhang Dali stood up and was about to go back to the house to rest. Suddenly, his eyes straightened, and under the deep twilight, a big bird emerged from the forest. He flew up and flew towards the rice field. There was a burst of ecstasy in Zhang Dali’s heart–he hurriedly hid in the house, staring secretly through the window, the big bird flapped its wings and landed on the ridge not far from the big house. Although the night was already deep, Zhang Dali could tell at a glance that this was a bird that had been injured. It is estimated that the injury was not minor, otherwise it would never stop on the ridge. Isn’t this a good opportunity God brought me? He picked up a sack, a piece of rope, and quietly touched the place where the big bird had landed.
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As expected by Zhang Dali, although Zhang Dali was three or four meters away from the big bird, the big bird found it dangerous to approach However, it just yelled strangely “Gak Gak”, jumped on one leg twice, and then lay down on the ground with a plop. Zhang Dali opened the mouth of the sack and rushed up, smoothly covering the big bird’s hood. He twisted the mouth of the sack a few times with a rope, picked up the sack and ran to his big house. Opening the basement door, lighting the oil lamp, and pouring the big bird into the iron cage, he breathed a sigh of relief. With the gleam of the oil lamp, he took a closer look at his prey, God, what kind of bird is this? I saw it was mostly half a person tall, with a big waxy beak that was one foot long, thick and long eyelashes on the bird’s eyes, and two “horns” on the head! Its feathers are black, and there are white feathers on its head and tail. However, the feathers on the wings are a bit messy, and blood is slowly oozing outward from the left leg. This strange bird stood in the iron cage and looked at Zhang Dali with a pair of cold eyes, which made him feel a chill in the spine.