The crazy buying of blue cherries continues, and the output entering its heyday greatly alleviated the pressure on the villa. In the blink of an eye, April 28 finally arrived. Yang Tian’s mood was like a surging tide. He was still not yet calmed down and the waves rose again. Yesterday, he received a notice from the Pigeon Association that in the afternoon, Yang Tian and his elder brother rushed to the county town with more than 20 pigeons to collect pigeons. They waited at home today, hoping that the racing pigeons could achieve good results.

The pigeon competition is about speed. All participating pigeons have to go to the association to collect pigeons. After complicated procedures, with seals on the official seal, they will be pulled from the car to the release location hundreds of miles away that night. The location of this 428 competition is set in Ning/Qianxian County, Shaanxi Province, with a distance of 350 kilometers. There are countless mountains and mountains all the way, and they will pass through dense forests, valleys, rivers and cities. In the sky, they may encounter eagle strikes, cold wind, strong airflow, heavy rain, and fierce sun. All unpredictable factors are included. 350 kilometers long and short. If it is a fast pigeon, pigeons will be visible at least two hours, but all unpredictable factors often occur, and no one can guarantee that the pigeons can come back, including Yang Tian.

Today is sunny. Judging from the weather found on the Internet last night, it was a good weather. There was no heavy rain in the place where the racing pigeons passed, and at most there was only a little sporadic light rain. At 8 o'clock in the morning, Yang Tian stood by his pigeon shed, patiently waiting for a majestic posture flying from the sky.

"Why? I'm so anxious? Didn't the Pigeon Association say that last night? The pigeons will be opened until 8:30 in the morning, and the racing pigeons may take off at this time!" Yang Wen handed two cups of tea and one cup to Yang Tian, ​​looking at the electronic clock on the wall and said.

Yang Tian took the tea, looked at his elder brother and asked with a smile: "Haha! Are you not in a hurry?"

When he heard the question back, Yang Wen told the truth, nodded and admitted, "Then you have no hurry! This is the first time I have participated in a pigeon racing competition in history. It is a lie to say that you are not anxious. You don't think about the training every few days in the past two months. What I want most is a champion. Of course, it's okay if you are not a champion. At least you have to give me a top ten!"

After hearing this, Yang Tian laughed and said, "Haha, your heart is really dark! Top ten? You don't know what kind of breed of racing pigeons we have, it's not the Tianluo bird sold by others, or the garbage pigeons eliminated by others. Look at other people's pigeons, that precious bloodline? What are Jensen, Hu Ben, Sanjieshi, and local goods that can win foreign pigeons?"

That being said, but in fact, Yang Tian himself knows the best about what kind of qualities his own racing pigeons are. Each racing pigeon has undergone special genetic modification of intermediate nutrient solution. Whether it is endurance, intellectual development ability or other aspects, his own racing pigeons have improved countless levels. It is certain to win, but I don’t know whether this ranking is higher or lower, and I feel unsure after all.

Yang Wen looked at his younger brother: "What about foreign pigeons? Don't bully me for not being knowledgeable. I have read a lot of knowledge online in the past two months. There are still Chinese breeds in foreign pigeons. Which Li Niao family has never been abroad in Wusong in Shanghai? That is to say, these people like to admire foreign countries and fascinate foreign countries. If foreign pigeons were not so loud in the past, golden phoenixes could fly out of the local goods."

"Hey! Brother, you really know a lot! Even the old varieties in our country know, they are not bad, they are making rapid progress!" Yang Tian quipped.

"Barring! I am a person who is not enterprising? My dad often says that you should love each other when doing something. Although this thing is not the main business, we must also understand it. Your brother, through his own efforts, he has finally learned some fur. I tell you that a good pigeon head must be good. It must have a forebrain and a back of the brain, the eyes must be bright, the mouth must be clamped like a nail, the front must be sharp and hard, and the back should be tightened as much as possible. The nose tumor must be long, narrow and tight, and separate from the middle to both sides. It is conducive to breathing during pigeon racing. There are wings..." Yang Wen said proudly.

"Oh! Stop it, brother, you are awesome, I admit defeat. I will ask you, what do you want to say so much?" Yang Tian has also read the relevant knowledge about pigeon learning. He thinks that his brother said so much, what is the key point?

"I mean, except for the batch of racing pigeons we bought from the street, all have these characteristics. If we combine so many characteristics, can we not achieve good results? Besides, I have been trained to 250 kilometers, and no one of them will be lost. This hundred kilometers should be ordinary!" Yang Wen said while opening the cigarette box and threw one to Yang Tian. I don't know if it was infected by my younger brother, and in their family, they only smoked this old dragon and phoenix. No matter how good the other cigarettes are, they feel that they are not as good as the taste.

"What? Brother, you have been trained to let go for 250 kilometers? Why haven't I heard of it!" Yang Tian was very shocked. It was blue cherries that were making noise during this period, and he didn't even know how much his own pigeon training was.

Yang Wen held a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hand. Seeing his brother's surprised expression, he said calmly: "Did you ask, why did I say it for?"

"Hey! That's true. But brother, this hundred kilometers is not a small number. You have to know that natural disasters and man-made disasters all happen. Even if it doesn't rain along the way, the eagle can appear at any time. There are also many black-conscientious pigeons. Who can guarantee that this racing pigeon will definitely come back? God knows?" Yang Tian had to pour a bucket of cold water on his elder brother. Being confident is a good thing, but after all, this is a hairy guy. Who knows what will happen next? Put your mentality a little more and don't always think that you will be able to enter the top many places.

Think about it, I really said that I often go to the pigeon website, and it is said that someone is catching pigeons in a certain place, but the pigeons are not ideal. The pigeons fly in the sky, and no one can predict what will happen next. There is a saying in the pigeon raising industry that 70% of the merits and three% of luck. No matter how good your merits are, you will lose pigeons even if you have good luck, you will lose pigeons. The mentality is the most important. If you can win, you must have a normal mind.

So Yang Wen nodded: "What you said is true, but who doesn't want his own racing pigeon to come back first? Everyone has the face to win a trophy."

"Haha..." Yang Tian didn't say anything, and just laughed loudly.

Racing pigeons are an addictive old wine, and you can't quit as long as you get involved. Perhaps the two brothers Yang Tian have just entered the pigeon racing world, but the mentality of winning has always existed. In this small circle of racing pigeons, there are never people who admit defeat. Perhaps like these two brothers, they have always maintained the mentality of wanting to win. No matter how bad the pigeons in their family are, they all fantasize that they will win the trophy one day.

Time slowly passes by little by little, and the sunlight has slowly risen from the horizon into the air. The time is getting closer and closer, like a torture knife, scratching the hearts of pigeon farmers every second. Keep looking back and looking at the sky, hoping that the next moment, you will see a feather or a group of familiar figures passing through the sky.

But what you need to wait is patience. The more you expect it, the less you will not appear. Once or twice, you will see the moving clouds and the dazzling light. The cigarette butts on the ground can no longer be described as three or five. Look at the small pile of cigarette butts, you will know how anxious these two people are.

"Brother, you said that nothing will happen to our pigeons! It's been almost two hours in more than an hour, why haven't you seen you fly back? I'm waiting here a little bit furious!" Yang Wen stood up again, looking at the direction of the racing pigeons returning home in the distance, muttering in his heart why he hasn't come back yet?

Yang Tian held a cigarette butt in his mouth, stretched his neck and looked out, thinking in his heart what was the racing pigeon? It shouldn't be! But he said comforting words: "How do I know? Wait a little longer, wait a little longer! It's still early to wait for a while."

"Hey, I don't know what's going on? I'm always so angry that I feel so painful every second." Yang Wen took the teacup and drank the tea in one breath.

"It's okay, brother! If you can come back, then... Look, the pigeon is back!" Yang Tian was still comforting his elder brother in the first half of the sentence, and suddenly turned around and saw the group of figures flying by the sky, and shouted quickly.

"Ah! Really! Hurry up! Brother, shake the flag, I'll go downstairs to upload the sweep ring." Yang Wen lowered his head and heard his younger brother's call. He quickly stood up and ran to the railing very quickly. He saw a group of racing pigeons in the distance back towards the pigeon shed like rockets. He was about to reach his sight, and he yelled quickly.

When using an electronic scanner, you need to scan the leg ring and upload the number to the pigeon association. This is a very important thing. If you missed the scan, your prize will be said to you. Shaking the flag is a way for pigeon farmers to train pigeon racing. There are three colors of flags. Generally speaking, red represents forced flight, green represents meals, and yellow represents racing pigeons can move freely. When the color of the flag remains unchanged, the boss will not care about you.

"You have to!" Yang Tian picked up the green flag that had been prepared by his side, whistled and directly signaled to the racing pigeon, as if saying that the heroes' bosses have called you home for dinner.

The racing pigeons in the sky saw the green flag. If they were injected with chicken blood, they would increase by 10% in their original speed. The 350-kilometer gap was not long, but the distance was not far. However, the high-intensity flight of nearly two hours had already reduced the endurance of the racing pigeons by unknown amount. When a group of racing pigeons fell from the sky and landed directly on the breathing rack, they had already opened their mouths and throats up and down. Then they saw guys quickly passing through the sweeping pedal like a Japanese entering the village, flying directly into the cage, and catching Yang Tianzao's intermediate nutrient solution prepared by him.

Not long after, Yang Tian was still checking the physical condition of the pigeon in the pigeon shed, and then he heard his elder brother shouting: "Haha... brother, come quickly! Our pigeons won the championship. Not only were there champions, but the top 23 were all pigeons from our family. Be good, we actually got back with the top 23. Now we have made a fortune, we have participated in the designated race, the ace pigeon race, and the ace pigeon race. Oh! How is the prize money calculated in this competition?"
Chapter completed!