"The most interesting thing about this guy is its tail. Unlike most birds, the bustard's tail can basically be at the same level as its head."

"It looks like a small butt!"

While talking, Zhang Bei also showed the bustard to the live broadcast room with its butt raised. The white down and the yellow-red tail feathers looked full of joy.

"In fact, great bustards existed in our country a long time ago."

"It originated from a legend. In ancient times, there was a kind of bird that lived in groups. Each group always numbered seventy, forming a small family."

"So people linked the number of its clusters together and added the word "seven" to the left of the word "bird" to form a bustard."

"In "The Book of Songs, Bustard Feathers", there are poems about the bustard feathers, gathering in the thorns, and the bustards traveling, gathering in the mulberries."

"The way the bustard solemnly flaps its wings in the oak trees, jujube bushes and mulberry bushes is used to describe the suffering of people's lives."

"Li Shizhen in the Ming Dynasty believed that the bustard had no tongue...or that it was a pure female without a male and combined with other birds."

"The Qing Dynasty's Collection of Ancient and Modern Books also states that bustards are raped by other birds, and it is said that this is where the old prostitute calls the bustard."

Zhang Bei's explanation made the barrage in the live broadcast room much rarer. It is enough to explain the problem that such a common creature in ancient my country can only be seen in the live broadcast room.

But looking at this little guy with his butt raised, the atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room is still happy.

Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Bei and Director Hu had a great time playing in the woods.

I have seen all kinds of big birds and small birds. Every time Zhang Bei gets tired of playing, he can play as Director Fox for a while with his one arm.

However, once you start playing again, your time will always be limited.

Zhang Bei looked down at the time and patted the one-armed fox on the shoulder.

"Let's go, go back and pick up the frigate bird. It's time to go down the mountain."

Director Hu rubbed the bustard in his arms, reluctantly put the little guy on the ground, turned his head and followed Zhang Bei's footsteps towards the bottom of the mountain.

With Mazu's care, this frigate bird leaned quietly under the tree and did not fly away.

But from the little civet under his paws and the traces on the scene, it can be seen that there must have been a fierce battle here.

When the white-bellied frigatebird saw Zhang Bei and Director Fox approaching, he kicked the trembling little guy away and quickly ran towards Zhang Bei with his long legs.

The little civet cat that lost the fight glanced at Zhang Bei and quickly went into the forest.

From those panicked footsteps, one should be able to conclude that being pinned to the ground by a bird is an extremely embarrassing thing even for a civet.

Zhang Bei took a look at the frigate bird and made sure it was not injured before picking it up and placing it on Director Fox's backpack.

With such a big body, it would be so tiring to carry him down the mountain!

Director Hu is such a good tool. If you don’t need it now, when will you use it?

What's more, although the white-bellied frigatebird is large, it is not as heavy as imagined.

I believe that this weight is not a problem for Tibetan foxes who often climb mountains.

The one-armed fox obviously has no objection to being forced to work. After all, who doesn't like this handsome big bird?

One person, one fox and one bird arrived at the foot of the mountain before sunset.

Zhang Bei glanced at the live broadcast room where the barrage was still raging, stretched out, and pointed the camera at himself.

"That's it for today's live broadcast. Although I didn't see the serow, it's still a bit regretful."

"I have to catch a flight tomorrow. If the live broadcast is allowed, I will show you a discipleship ceremony."

After he finished speaking, the live broadcast room fell into a black screen again.

Zhang Bei rubbed the white-bellied frigatebird on Director Hu's backpack, hugged it and got into the back seat of the car.

"Go to the beach first!"

"Okay Mr. Zhang!"

After Director Hu fastened his seat belt, the car quickly drove towards the seaside.

Under the light of the setting sun, the sunset on the sea is always stunningly beautiful.

Zhang Bei bought some marine fish from a fishmonger and placed them in front of the white-bellied frigatebird.

This guy quickly swallowed the whole fish, turned his head and tried the second one.

A total of five fish filled its throat pouch. Zhang Bei looked up at the sky and finally touched the feathers of this big fish.

"Let's go. From now on, Chao Feng Tian Shao will go out. See you again by chance!"

"??!"

After a long cry, the wings of more than two meters spread out, and the black and white figure rushed into the sky in an instant.

A group of people who were watching quickly took out their mobile phones to record the shocking scene.

The big guy hovered in the sky for five minutes, chirping continuously, until Zhang Bei turned his head, and then disappeared into the sky with the last ray of sunlight.

Director Hu raised his head and fell silent. Even though he had been in contact with animals for so many years, this kind of kindness still moved him a little.

The two of them didn't do much. In fact, they were just a big bird trapped in the forest. They were brought out and fed some food.

But this simple act was tantamount to saving this big guy's life.

Many people only know to protect the environment and don't throw away garbage bags randomly, but they don't know if a garbage bag floats on a tree.

Once a swooping bird is hunting for prey and is covered by this garbage bag, it will lose its sense of direction and fall to the ground.

Director Hu has seen this kind of tragedy too many times during his field trips over the years.

It may be just a small act of kindness to humans, but I don't know how many lives it can save.

Zhang Bei turned his head and glanced at the white-bellied frigatebird that had disappeared in the sky. He also sighed and patted Director Hu on the shoulder.

"Let's go, have a good rest tonight and catch a flight to Jincheng tomorrow."

"good!"

The two got into the car one after another and rushed back to the hotel.

Zhang Bei didn't care what the hidden fox thought. He had faced such mind-numbing philosophical problems before, even more serious than Director Fox.

At that time, Zhang Bei's idea was also very novel: What benefits does human existence have to the world?

Zhang Bei spent three months thinking about this kind of philosophical thing, and finally chose to put it down and think about it.

No matter what, just be happy anyway!

While sitting in the restaurant waiting for the food to be served, Zhang Bei's phone number had already been dialed to Li Yanghua.

"Hey, the Zhangbaotou Wild Goose Breeding Farm is ready to start construction, and we are contacting the workers!"

"It's not important. Just find someone you trust to watch over there. Go to Jincheng and wait for me tomorrow."

"ah?"

"I'll take you to the Storytelling Gate and let me explain some things to you."

“What about this side of Changbai Mountain??”
Chapter completed!