"Before I turned eight, I lived in the countryside. When I was a child, I would follow Grandma to dig lotus roots in the fields. Occasionally, she would say that bitter birds were the reincarnation of bad daughters-in-law; they had mistreated their mothers-in-law in their past lives, which is why they suffer from hunger and cold in this life, constantly wailing."
At this point, Yan Zisu pointed to a slightly shaking patch of grass below and said, "Look, it's sticking its head out."
The bitter bird is actually a type of water bird, commonly known as a moorhen. They're relatively small and feed on aquatic small animals like snails and fish, as well as grains.
You looked down and saw an adult bitter bird leading four entirely black chicks on a walk under the grass, pecking at the insects there.
"Staying in such a small place is a bit stuffy. How about we go down and have some fun? Anyway, the show won't start until four or five o'clock." You suddenly asked Yan Zisu beside you.
