Erya, lying under the eaves, staring at the bamboo sieve in the yard. The sieve stood up, a wooden stick supported, a rope tied to the wooden stick, and the other end was held in Erya's hand.

Da Ya quietly leaned over and squatted with Er Ya quietly.

The millet grains under the sieve were waiting quietly like the two of them.

The birds were extremely alert, and Erya was lying motionless. "Chilarious" and "Chilarious". Erya stretched her neck and looked at her. Oh, there was a bird with colorful feathers, as big as a sparrow.

They were crowded together, shy and timid, walking their calves, tentatively approaching the sieve, and tentatively pecking the millet grains.

Erya pulled the rope down violently, and the bamboo sieve fell to the ground. The birds chirped and jumped out and hit the bamboo sieve.

Erya smiled and went to catch the birds, one, two, three or four...

After several times, a total of seven little birds took the initiative to get into the trap.

Da Ya hurriedly found a bamboo basket and held seven lively jumping stock.

Erya ran out to pick wild flowers on the roadside, mashed them, squeezed out bright juice, and applied them to the feathers of birds.

The grey sparrow has transformed magnificently.

Da Ya held it in the palm of her hand, holding the colorful birds, gently stroking it, and the childishness and joy that matched the same age appeared in her pupils.

Erya took the birds back one by one and smiled apologized: "Sister, the seven feathered birds, which means the rainbow and seven colors, and they will be sold in the town."

Colorful feathers are a beautiful ornament that women love in this era. Colorful birds should be very good to sell.

Da Ya blinked her novel eyes, "Sister, can you sell it?"

Erya smiled and said, "It must be OK! My sister is at home and I will come when I go..."

My sister has such a clever head. Da Ya scratches her head.
Chapter completed!