A prose story about childhood memories of raising chickens
Editor’s note: In childhood, we liked to keep some small pets at home, and chickens were one of them. Let’s take a look at the author’s story about raising chickens!
My father bought four chicks for my sister in the city. My sister liked them very much and put red dots on the foreheads of each chick. My sister gave them nice names according to their characteristics: the eldest brother is a white pigeon, the second child is confused (likes to take a nap), the third child is a monkey (likes to jump up and down), and the fourth child is a fat man.
When he got a little older, there was no place to raise him in the city, so he had to take him to the countryside. My sister even cried about this.
There are small bugs to eat in the garden, and grandma feeds them diligently, and they grow up quickly! The white pigeon has white feathers, which is as cute as its name! Even though I am confused, I still like to sleep, and the feathers are white or white. Ash. There is a black hair on the monkey's wings, but it is still lively and active. The fat man's chubby hair has grown into yellow hair, and he looks very naive when he walks.
Autumn is here, and the eggplant seedlings in the garden have been beaten by frost. They are wilted and lying in the furrows on the ground. The toads that have come down from the mountains sneak in to watch the winter. There were a lot of toads at that time. We often went to dig corn shops in the fields, and there would be female leopards and male dogs hiding in them.
Four hens of the same color were pecking at the eggplant seedlings with their beaks in the garden, and the poor toad was cut into pieces by them.
After we returned to the city, we brought them back with us. At that time, it was fashionable for every household to raise chickens, and we children became professional chicken herders after school.
They were used to being wild and put into a small cage, with their bodies next to each other, so crowded that it was difficult to turn around.
When they saw me coming home from school, they screamed for joy. I opened the chicken coop door, and they couldn't wait to rush out.
Other people’s chickens don’t eat as well as mine. Not only do they eat popsicles, but they also drink milk. They definitely dominate the chicken world. They are also very competitive, laying one egg a day, which arouses the envy and jealousy of their neighbors.
One day the monkey suddenly disappeared. Our good neighbor enthusiastically helped us search everywhere but found no whereabouts, so we had to take home the abandoned little one that looked similar to the monkey.
It was only half a year later that I discovered that Monkey had been stolen from his next door neighbor, Ma Houhou. The neighbor helped testify, but his family refused to admit it.
At that time, my father was the subject of political persecution. His work unit held daily denouncement meetings to punish him, and Mahou’s father was the instigator behind the scenes!
Mahou’s father and my father were A fellow villager became a rebel during the """ period and devoted all his efforts to punishing people!
I heard from my neighbors that the monkeys have never laid eggs since they saw us.
After raising them for so many years, they have become familiar with human nature. Fatty is the most successful one I have trained. Let it squat and it will not dare to stand; let it go upstairs and it will not dare to neglect.
The white pigeon and the fat man were poisoned by the horse and monkey, while the confused and little ones died of old age.
My sister and I cried and buried the white pigeon and the fat man under the wall behind the building, and sprinkled fine loess on them.
Author | Qiuchi
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