The earliest thing I read was the text Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale "The Little Girl Who Sold Matches",The poor little girl, who was freezing and starving as she walked forward, was a picture of sorrow. Snowflakes fell on her long blonde hair - it lay in curls spread over her shoulders and looked very beautiful ...... All the windows were shooting out light, and a smell of roast goose meat wafted down the street. Ah! Grandmother please take me away! I know that as soon as this match goes out, you will be gone, you will be gone like that warm fire, that beautiful roast goose, that happy Christmas tree! At that time I read this text, see the little girl miserable pinching matches to freeze to death in the street, my heart is also twitching sobbing, but also fantasize that the roast goose is a heavenly delicacy it.
Foreign later in Thanksgiving, Christmas roast goose into a roast turkey, because roast turkey is more delicious than roast goose, but also foreign Thanksgiving is an essential meal. In the north only stupid chicken, turkey never seen. Mother's health recovered well, and began to open the door to do something. Mother is tired life is always idle, dozens of sheep at home is already tired, plus pigs and chickens have to take care of the ground, and then what to do? In the evening, my mother discussed with my father, saying: "The turkey raised by the fourth brother's eldest girl is doing very well, the turkey is big and sells well, and it has just earned a lot of money in the second year of raising it. Summer sheep out of the home is not too busy, I see in the home to raise some turkey line, turkey in our this is a rare thing, said foreigners only eat turkey at festivals."
As soon as my mother said that she wanted to raise turkeys, I remembered the little girl who sold matches to the roast goose, and imagined how delicious the roast goose would be when it was hot.
My father shook his head and said, "Your body is weak after this serious illness, and the work in the field is busy enough, so you should get well first!"
Mother went on to say, "My body is fine, and then more money, while I can work to save some money, the boss will soon need money. I'll go to Fengshui Mountain tomorrow to see how her big sister's house raises turkeys. There to learn, I heard and our stupid chicken is not the same bad hatch."
The next day, my mother set the donkey cart to 20 miles away from my sister's home, my mother to raise turkeys in my heart, I am happy, after school to cook and feed the pigs and chickens busy, I am not happy, have a strong interest in raising turkeys.
A few days later, my mother came back to smile, in my sister's home to bring back ten turkey eggs, we are very curious to pick up the turkey eggs to see, the size and goose eggs so big, light brown, turkey eggs have many spots.
The mother said: "Your sister's family group of turkeys can really spirit, the annual income from the sale of turkeys on two or three thousand. The turkey eggs can be hatched by our stupid chickens, just like the usual chickens, and they will come out of the shell in more than twenty days."
Mother made a place on the bed, put the bamboo basket with grass and some cotton wool, put the turkey eggs on the grass, and carried the old hen to the turkey eggs, and the old hen started to hatch. It seems that this old hen is mechanical hatching chickens, turkey eggs also hatch.
After more than twenty days, the mother was a little anxious, this turkey should be out of the shell, how no movement. After a few more days, I heard the sound of pecking shells, a gray ugly chick drilled out, turkeys and stupid chickens are completely different, stupid chickens young chicks tender yellow furry cute.
One after another, five turkeys drilled out, the remaining five have not moved, the mother was very anxious, after a few days to use their hands to open the eggshell to see, found that the five eggshells in the young turkeys have died, the mother does not understand why those dead in the shell, may still be hatching problems.
The little turkey grows fast and eats a lot, and in a few months it grows to nearly two feet high, three or four times bigger than a stupid chicken, and weighs five or six pounds. This turkey looks majestic, mouth long some curved, head, neck bare, only sparse feathers, neck born with red coral-colored sarcoma, throat under the red coral-colored meat petals, like the cockles like a beautiful flower. When in heat, it expands its wings and spreads its tail in the shape of a fan, like a peacock opening its screen to show its love, and the sarcoma and flap of flesh change from red to bright blue when in heat, so I don't know what kind of chemical transformation this is. Female turkeys are smaller than male turkeys, not as beautiful as males, males in heat to spread tail feathers, wings down, shaking feather feathers for sound, shrinking the head to walk broadly, and issued a sharp "cluck" call. Turkey back bulge, feathers are metallic brown or green, scattered green or black horizontal spots, two wings with white spots, tail feathers brown, tail end slightly rounded.
The difference between turkeys and dumb chickens is that turkeys can fly, low flying, turkeys fly to stand on the wall of the yard, usually perched on the ground to make a "cluck" call. Turkeys lay 15 to 25 eggs per clutch and begin incubating.
I don't know if there is a problem with the hatching method or what, but every time they hatch, they always die, so the turkey's reproduction is slow, and the mother is a little anxious to consult with her sister's family, but she can't find the reason.
More than a dozen turkeys in the yard, "cluck" call a lively, the mother of the turkeys every day to the back of the mountain grass, turkeys can peck in the grass, grasshoppers, some insects, turkeys by the mother of the mother carefully fed all the tall and strong.
That New Year's Eve, my mother said: "New Year's Eve, kill a turkey so that the children can also taste the turkey dinner, foreigners eat turkey, we also eat turkey, to see what the flavor." We are happy, will not roast turkey ton turkey is also very good. Mother killed the chicken chopped, put ginger and green onions in the pot slow fire stewing, the house filled with the smell of turkey, I seem to smell the aroma of roast goose, deep inhalation intoxicated. Turkey stewed, full of a large pot, the pot floating oil beads, the flavor with the rising heat dispersed, eat in the mouth tender meat, the aftertaste around the mouth, the family of five people will be a pot of turkey all eaten, feast. To this day I have never eaten turkey meat, in that era can eat a foreign Thanksgiving turkey dinner, a lifetime of gratitude to my mother to give me a delicious.