The big fat pigeon in Xiao Qing's hand could no longer be lifted. She threw the fat pigeon in front of their feet and fell directly to the ground.

"You guys take it home and cook it. I'm too tired and can't walk anymore. I'll rest for a while before I leave. You guys go back first!" Xiao Qing lay tiredly on the ground, leaning against the roots of a tree and gasping for air.

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The original owner hadn't walked such a long road in many years. It took more than a thousand steps. It felt like it would take half her life. I thought she could become the vice president of the group and walk more than 10,000 steps a day. This plump body could walk a thousand steps.

Just one step and that's it.

Mrs. Qin and Mrs. Zhou looked at the wild pigeons on the ground in surprise, and then listened to the tone of their mother's words. They were so surprised that their facial features were deformed. Is your mother not fierce anymore?

Are they tired and don't have the strength to attack them? The two thought about it and it could only be this reason.

Mrs. Zhou looked at the fat pigeon on the ground. It had two holes chewed out on its blood-stained neck, as if it had been bitten to death by something, and blood was flowing out, as if it had just died. She picked it up and weighed it.

It weighs two to three kilograms.

She asked in surprise: "Mom, where did you find this wild pigeon? How did it grow so fat during the drought? It's almost time to catch up with the hens!"

Xiao Qing closed her eyes and rested. She also wanted to know how this pigeon got so fat. Aren't pigeons very small? They were like birds. The pictures on the system mall were also very small. When they fell down, they looked like chickens. She still picked up the system again and again.

Confirmed, this is the one!

"Where is it?" Xiao Qing pointed to the woods behind him and shook his fat hands: "You two don't care where he found it, help me back quickly, I can't walk anymore, I'm too tired.

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Mrs. Qin poked her head and looked at the forest pointed by her mother. How could there be such fat wild pigeons there? In this forest, children would run over to play when they had nothing to do. They had never seen pheasants and wild ducks. Maybe they had never paid attention to the sky.

A flying creature.

Zhou didn't think much, she picked up the wild pigeon and helped her mother up, supporting her mother's fat body with her skinny body.

After Xiao Qing stood up, he thought about the children at home: "By the way, little adult, when you get home, cook this pigeon and eat it. We haven't seen meat at home in the past few years, so this one will be our lunch!"

Mrs. Qin saw that her sister-in-law could not support her mother alone, so she stepped forward to help.

Mrs. Zhou tried her best to support her mother's body with her own strength: "Mom, please walk slowly, we will support you!"

Mrs. Qin was holding half of her mother's body. She was really too heavy. Fortunately, her sister-in-law had the strength, otherwise she would have been overwhelmed by her with such a small and thin body.

The two struggled to hold their mother's body and walk home.

Mrs. Qin was thinking about how her mother wanted to cook a pigeon for lunch. It would be a pity for her mother to eat such a fat pigeon all by herself. It sounded like she wanted to give it to all the children, but in fact she didn’t.

It all went into my mother’s belly.

Rather than eating the whole thing, wouldn't it be better to eat it in separate meals so that the children and the three of them can still see some meat?

"Mom, do you really want to eat this pigeon at noon?" Ms. Qin tried to ask again.

Xiao Qing hummed.

Mrs. Qin thought about her mother's cruelty to them and the fact that the child in her belly was in her hands, so she really didn't dare to go against her. Fortunately, she still had a sister-in-law.

Mrs. Zhou was carrying the fat pigeon and supporting one of her mother's arms. She was too tired to walk, but she still persisted.

But she hadn't seen meat for a long time. When she saw the fat pigeon, she couldn't help but look back and forth on it. Such a big pigeon was so heavy that there would definitely be a lot of cooked meat. If she could eat or drink the meat,

The soup smells so good! Ms. Zhou swallowed her saliva several times just thinking about it.

But when I thought about eating this pigeon in one go, I felt reluctant to part with it. Their family had eaten this meal without finishing the next meal, so they had to save some food. This one was enough to last two or three days.

Zhou asked in a low voice: "Mom, how about I kill this pigeon, divide it into large pieces and keep some meals for my mother to eat? When will my mother get hungry, I will cook it for her to eat?"

Xiao Qing followed the two of them and walked a few steps, and saw that Mrs. Zhou was very tired. Her shoulders were dragging her, and there was a pigeon weighing several kilograms in the other hand. In the memory of the original owner, Mrs. Zhou

She was too honest and stubborn. She was more annoying to the original owner than Mrs. Qin, so she was the one who got the most beatings.

With such a huge weight on her body, her face was deformed with exhaustion, and she didn't say a word. She was afraid that she would be tired and lie on the ground when she got home. She slowly pushed the two of them away.

"Okay, I'm here to rest." Xiao Qing said: "Little adult, I ate it all at noon. There are so many people in the family, this one is not enough to eat!"

Mrs. Zhou immediately stopped and Mrs. Qin also stopped.

Xiao Qing was walking when she realized that the two of them had suddenly stopped. She turned around and looked at them. Only then did she realize that she felt sorry for Mrs. Zhou and her tone of voice had changed involuntarily, which aroused the suspicion of the two of them. She secretly screamed,

Anyone would be suspicious of a sudden change.

Alas, it won't work like this in the future. It's better to quickly explain her change in temperament and let her family believe it.

In an instant, a fierce light appeared in her eyes, her face turned ugly, and she shouted loudly: "What are you two doing in such a daze? I said I would finish cooking for lunch, so I ate it! You two are talking so much nonsense!"

Hearing the familiar scolding, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Qin came back to their senses. As if it was just an illusion, they replied weakly, "Hello", and took small steps to follow their mother.

Xiao Qing panicked, forgetting that she was too tired, and walked quickly home, feeling like her life was being exhausted with every step she took. When she got home, thanks to Mrs. Qin's support from behind, she sat back in the room and closed her eyes.

Lying down.

Back home, Mrs. Qin helped Xiao wash his face and handed him water, while Mrs. Zhou took the fat pigeon to the hay shed to boil hot water and clean it.

At noon, several children came back with the dry branches they had picked up. Qiao Cheng saw that his mother seemed to be shedding chicken feathers. He ran to his mother's side in surprise and squatted down to look at the chicken.

"Mom, where did we get the chicken?"

Mrs. Zhou looked back at Ms. Xiao on the cane shelf and saw Ms. Qin fanning her beside her. She whispered: "Shh, please keep your voice down. Grandma just picked up a wild pigeon in the woods behind, or did it just die?"

Yes, grandma asked mother to cook it. When your grandma finishes eating, see if you can get a few more pieces and give them to you then!"

Qiao Cheng's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise: "Mom, are you serious? Grandma will definitely not be able to finish such a big wild pigeon by herself. There will definitely be some leftover!"

Mrs. Zhou poured out the water in the wooden basin and replaced it with another basin, preparing to disembowel the pigeon and wash its internal organs.

"Yes, you and your brothers and sisters will be silent later!" Mrs. Zhou whispered.

Qiao Cheng nodded heavily and covered his mouth to hold back his voice. They had meat to eat at noon, and it was delicious pigeon meat. But he had never eaten wild pigeon meat before, so he didn't know what it tasted like. He couldn't wait to prepare firewood for the pot.
Chapter completed!