Perhaps it was because of the long journey that the female driver, Jamie, spoke with fervor and assurance. She talked about everything that came to her mind and did not feel bored at all.
Guo Dongyue was quiet in front of strangers, and he was a pragmatist. He was not interested in a driver that he would only spend a few minutes with. After getting in the car, he sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.
Zhang Zian listened to her ramble for a while, and then quietly got to the point. He asked, "Do you know the staff of the Phoenix House? We really want to buy birds, and it would be better if we know the staff. "
"Sorry, I don't know them." She smiled apologetically and said, "I have been there once or twice, and birds have pooped on me. Every time I go back, I have to change my clothes. It smells really bad. You know, the smell of bird poop."
Zhang Zian immediately realized something when he heard that birds pooped on her. He asked, "You mean, the bird house is open?"
"Yes, it is open," she said excitedly. She said excitedly, "As soon as you go in, there will be a swarm of birds flying over your head. It will be quite a sight! People who see it for the first time will be stunned! "
"I see. It seems that the owner knows how to raise birds," Zhang Zian complimented sincerely. Although he had never been to an aviary and didn't know anything about it, he knew from his own pet shop that it was much more difficult to raise an aviary in an open manner than to raise a bird in a cage. The cost was also much higher. This proved that the owner of the aviary was both bold and good at raising birds.
"I heard that a lot of bird lovers from other places go there to buy birds." She stared at the road ahead, "But I don't know much about it. I prefer cats."
She adjusted the rearview mirror and observed Fina and Snowy Lionet through the lens.
Although it was Snowy Lionet's first time sitting in a car, it quickly found the trick. Every time it made a turn, it pretended that it couldn't keep its balance and tried to rub against Fina. Unfortunately, Fina would always raise one of its paws and push it away.
"Hey, your two cats are so interesting. Do you have any more like them?" The more Jamie looked at them, the more she liked them. She couldn't help but ask, "I already have three cats at home, but I still can't move when I see cute cats …"
"Sorry, no more." Zhang Zian had long understood the psychology of this kind of cat lover, so he was not surprised at all. "You have three cats at home? That's a lot. It must be expensive, right?"
"Yeah, it's super expensive, so I decided to hitch a ride to earn some money for cat food. Otherwise, I'll really be poor." She laughed.
"If you want to buy cat food, you can buy it in my shop. I will give you a discount." Zhang Zian did not let go of any opportunity to make money.
"Thank you, boss, but my cat food is all bought from overseas. I don't trust the domestic ones. There's too much negative news," she declined.
Jamie's words reminded him of Zhao Qi. The same was true for Zhao Qi. She didn't trust domestic cat food, so she could only choose to buy it from overseas. However, the risk of buying pet food from overseas was very high. There was a risk that the pet food would not be accepted if it was mailed or carried by a person. At that time, Zhang Zian had promised Zhao Qi that he could get a channel to import cat food. If he couldn't get it in the end, she would laugh at him.
While Zhang Zian was thinking, he saw a group of shadows quickly passing through the air from the corner of his eye, and he could vaguely hear a long whistle. He looked up from the window and saw a group of blue-gray pigeons circling around an old building for a week and a half, and then flew away uniformly.
"Pigeon breeder …" He couldn't help but think of the PBL that Sun Xiaomeng had mentioned, which was pigeon breeder's lungs.
Jamie giggled. "You're really artistic. If I hadn't seen this group of pigeons, I wouldn't have understood what you were saying … "
Zhang Zian laughed and didn't explain.
"Actually, I hate raising pigeons." Her face showed undisguised disgust, "If you want to raise pigeons, then so be it. Why do you have to tie that kind of pigeon whistle to the pigeons? It's very annoying, dirty, and smelly. It attracts a lot of mosquitoes and flies in the summer. When I was a child, there was a neighbor who raised pigeons, and I often quarreled with them. "
"It's really not suitable to raise a large number of pigeons in the city." Zhang Zian agreed, but immediately added, "I mean it's not suitable to raise pigeons in ordinary residential buildings. It's not only a nuisance, but it's also easy to spread diseases. It's better to raise pigeons in places like parks and the government departments."
"Unfortunately, most people don't have self-awareness." She sighed.
Another clear whistle came from the sky. Zhang Zian moved closer to the window again, and saw that the flock of pigeons was flying in the same direction as the car, and so they met again. With the blue sky and light clouds as the background, the agile pigeon flock made people have a lot of beautiful imaginations. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were flying elves. As they circled and turned, the sound of the whistle rose and fell, as if it was the sound of nature.
Nevertheless, pigeons were typical things that could be watched from afar, but not played with. It was very beautiful to watch, but it would bring a lot of trouble to the surrounding residents. The crux of the problem was that one had to raise a lot of pigeons to have fun. One pigeon alone could not make a forest, so if you wanted to raise a pigeon, you had to raise hundreds of them.
Zhang Zian opened the browser on his phone, did a random search, and found a lot of complaints about pigeons disturbing people. Among them, there was a report, "Upstairs Resident Raises Pigeons Everywhere, Four-year-old Girl Doesn't Dare to Go Home with Pneumonia."
The girl had been suffering from pneumonia since she was two years old, and her respiratory tract was repeatedly infected. The doctor diagnosed her with "interstitial pneumonia" and asthma, and told her mother that the source of her allergies might be pets or poultry such as chickens, ducks, and pigeons.
Zhang Zian thought of psittacosis and PBL that Sun Xiaomeng had mentioned. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the doctor's diagnosis was not very reliable.
On the top floor of the apartment where the girl lived, a resident had privately turned the rooftop into a pigeon shed, and raised hundreds of pigeons. Every time the pigeons flew in and out, the feathers of the pigeons would always fall like snowflakes. Below the top floor, there was a pile of colorful pigeon droppings on the balconies of every household. The smell was pungent, and it attracted insects.
In the past two years, the young girl had been struggling to survive with recurrent pneumonia, and even developed a phobia of pigeons. When the neighborhood committee found the owner of the top floor at the end of January, the owner actually asked to wait until the Pigeon Association Competition in April to get rid of the pigeons …
People who liked pets and people who hated pets were often polar opposites. People who hate pets are not born to hate pets. There must be a reason, and these reasons often lie in the excessive spoiling of pets by pet lovers, even to the point of disregarding public morality and extreme selfishness. No wonder people resent them, and pets are innocently implicated.
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