My 1995 Small Farm

Chapter 595: Panic

They arrived at the orchard outside Zhuangzi. Chen Ling and others were standing outside a livestock pen feeding the little muntjacs.

Even the driver of the aquatic product truck was smiling and watching with great interest.

"What are you doing? The little muntjac is about to give birth to a baby?"

Wang Jusheng and Chen Yongsheng came over curiously when they saw this.

“No, it’s still early to give birth to cubs. It’s time to put wine grains on the fish in the car, and this timid and fearful guy actually stood up and begged for food.”

 Chen Ling chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because of the aroma of wine lees."

Wang Jusheng and the other two looked into the animal pen and saw this little lamb-like muntjac, with a bulging pregnant belly, eating frantically in a small stone trough.

They were so close that they didn’t even hide.

Wang Jusheng also reached out across the wall and touched the small horn on its head.

It didn’t even hide.

 “Hey, I’m really not afraid of people anymore.”

Wang Jusheng was overjoyed when he saw this. They often come to Chenling Zhuangzi to visit restaurants and other places, and they are no strangers to this pregnant little muntjac.

 Generally, Chen Ling and Wang Cunye feed it before it dares to come out to eat.

When other people came closer, the little muntjac would shrink into a corner and remain motionless before even reaching the edge of the animal pen.

 Little things are not only afraid of people.

 I am afraid of dogs and livestock at home.

Chen Ling was so timid that he had no choice but to let him live alone in such a large pen with the size of a lamb.

Wang Jusheng retracted his arm and said, "Hey, didn't you get drunk from eating wine dregs? You didn't even know how to hide."

 Chen Yongsheng was also surprised.

Chen Ling shook his head: "Didn't you see? I mixed it with so much cornmeal, and it's not all distiller's grains."

　　　When he used wine lees to deceive others to ensure the survival rate of the fish.

It’s not just distiller’s grains, but also the mashed juices of other plants and trees as a cover.

 When this little muntjac smells something and begs for it.

Chen Ling naturally couldn't just feed it like this, he had to mix it with other food.

 As for whether it will affect the baby in its belly.

That is definitely not the case.

“Oh, I saw it, there’s a lot of corn flour mixed in here. You’d better feed it if you’re willing to feed it. If it were us, we would definitely grind thatch straw to feed it.”

Wang Jusheng chuckled.

Chen Yongsheng shook his head: "What about thatched noodles? If it were me, I would kill and eat them when I bring them home, and let go of the ones with babies. Why would I raise one? It would be a lot more troublesome and laborious."

 That is to say, rich people always bring these strange things to their homes. "

 At this point, he suddenly said "Ouch", slapped his forehead, and hurriedly put down the bamboo basket on his back.

"I almost forgot, I almost forgot. I was so busy talking that I forgot about these two little leopards. Fugui, please take a look, what kind of leopards are these."

 After he put down the bamboo basket, he opened the grass cover on it, and two grass-yellow kittens with spots all over their bodies and messy hair appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing so many people watching, the two kittens screamed in panic. When they screamed, they exposed their long and pointed milk teeth, proving that they were not ordinary cats.

“Huh? This doesn’t look like a leopard, nor does it look like a native leopard.”

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then reached out and fished one out of the bamboo basket, and looked at it carefully.

The driver of the aquatic product truck had long known that there were many strange things in Chen Ling's house. He stared hard and leaned forward to take a look: "Isn't this just a little leopard? It looks similar to me."

 The rest of the people shook their heads: "None of us have ever seen such a small gadget. We can't tell what it is."

But the lynx, who had been silent all this time, reached out and grabbed another one from the bamboo basket, looked at it, and said to Chen Ling: "It is indeed not a leopard, nor a native leopard. This is a golden cat, the gold of gold."

"What? A golden cat? It doesn't look golden either. It's earthy. It looks like a leopard is covered with a layer of dirty loess. I thought the leopard was too young and hadn't molted its fur."

 Chen Yongsheng shouted.

 Chen Ling had never heard of a golden cat, so he asked Chen Yongsheng out of curiosity: "Uncle Yongsheng, where did you pick this up?"

“On the Internet, it’s the rabbit net next to the ditch in my peanut field.”

 Chen Yongsheng glared and gestured: "What's wrong, this thing won't seek revenge on me, will it? That old boar doesn't know if he has come to the village recently, can he beat this golden cat?"

"Hahaha, don't worry, I won't take revenge. The golden cat, the golden cat, with the cat, is almost the same as your mountain raccoon, and a little bigger than the mountain raccoon."

Shanmao smiled.

Then he looked at Chen Ling: "Uncle Han and I have seen this thing before in the Taihang Mountains, and it is becoming rarer and rarer. But, it is not wrong to say that this is a little leopard. Many people call it a little leopard in the Taihang Mountains. It’s called Sesame Leopard.”

“Sesame leopard? Interesting, hehe, no matter how you say it, this sesame leopard is also a leopard. Let Fugui raise it for you.”

Chen Yongsheng smiled and said: "None of us have ever seen this thing before. It's too small. It doesn't matter if you leave it outside, or if you can't feed it if you take it home."

Chen Ling shook his head: "I don't care about raising this..."

Just as he was talking, a group of little dogs saw people gathered here and ran over from a short distance away, wagging their little tails, chasing each other. Then they raised their little heads and watched the little golden cats on their hands sniffing around. A milky barking sound.

“Look, my husband is still in charge of all the puppies in the house.”

 “That’s enough for me.”

The lynx smiled and said, "I'll catch my ox-red puppy from the dog farm another day and let them be together."

"That's good. Brother Zhong also likes these things and often goes out to play with rich people. He will definitely not be able to support him to death."

Wang Jusheng clapped his hands happily.

 Chen Yongsheng also nodded and said with a smile: "Then let's raise it for Brother Xiao Zhong, it's the same."

Shanmao said: "This golden cat is called a golden cat. In fact, its fur has many colors. It is much more colorful than the mountain civet. Some of them are all grass yellow, like a little lion.

 Some are like tiger cubs, and some are like leopards.

Yellow, gray-yellow, gray-black, and red.

 Like a chameleon. "

Chen Ling knew that he was talking to him, so he said: "What chameleon? Everyone can't understand you when you say chameleon. You might as well say that you are like a local dog with mixed hair."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone laughed.

At this time, Wang Cunye and Han Chuang, who were following Xiaozizi, heard the laughter and asked them what they were laughing at.

After asking, I found out that there was another rare thing in the mountains.

 In with with with with withdrawal, the old man has never seen this kind of golden cat or sesame leopard in the mountains over Fenglei Town collecting herbs and catching snakes for many years.

Han Chuang was also surprised.

 He was following Wang Cunye to take the puppy up the mountain to play.

 He had known for a long time that Chen Ling had left him a puppy...

I just want to play with the puppies and see which puppy is the best.

As a result, I picked over and over again, and in the end I was dazzled by the selection. I just felt that every puppy was very lively, cute and fun, and I really couldn’t decide whether it was good or bad.

  Simply don’t choose.

 When the time comes, just take one back home.

Now he came to the bottom of the mountain and saw these two little golden cats. He also liked them very much.

Even though he is tall and tall, he actually really likes these furry gadgets, including little rabbits, kittens and puppies.

However, after learning that this little golden cat was a wild thing in the mountains, and that he had to raise it at home and feed it with meat, his thoughts suddenly dimmed.

It's better to just keep raising puppies, kittens and rabbits, that's easy.

The lynx fed the little golden cat some goat's milk at the farm, and then carried it back to his parents' yard on the slope.

Chen Ling took Han Chuang to skate the net along the foot of the mountain.

Let's see what other unlucky things hit the Internet.

 In fact, the most intuitive thing affected by Lingshui is that the vegetation becomes more prosperous, especially the wild growth of all kinds of weeds.

 The vigorous growth of weeds will inevitably bring more insects.

 The number of birds and small animals that feed on them at the bottom will also increase dramatically.

 So it is inevitable that you will encounter many wild birds of all sizes on the Internet.

 There are even some extremely beautiful ones among them.

 It’s a pity that Yu Qian is not here.

 Chen Ling and the others were not very interested in birds, so they picked them off and let them go when they saw them.

The same is true for many villagers.

They usually make a simple distinction and let go of the ones with sharp beaks that they think are eating insects. They keep the common sparrows and go back to pluck out their feathers and eat them.

Not long after, Sun Yanhong also came over with the driver of the aquatic product truck.

Together with Chen Ling, Han Chuang and Zhao Gang, the five of them strolled along the net, keeping what should be kept and letting go of the prey that should be released. When the poles of the net fell over, or the prey was torn and entangled by small beasts on the mountain, Just clean it up.

It’s quite fun to stop and go like this.

When they reached Laohewan, Chen Ling and Han Chuang already had a lot of prey in their baskets.

This is why the little kids didn’t celebrate Sunday today, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to pick up so much.

“Old Sun, I will give you 10% less of the money this time and treat it as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for you and Xiao Fang.”

Chen Ling sat on a stone by the river, took off his shoes and poured out the grass seeds and debris that hurt his feet.

 Collecting prey is fun, but the grass in autumn is too deep, and there are a lot of grass seeds and the like. Walking along the foot of the mountain for such a long time, wading through the dense grass, my socks and shoes were covered with these things.

 Especially dry and yellow cockleburs, tributaries, and wormwood are particularly stubborn.

 If you don’t get it out in time, it will become painfully itchy over time.

Some grass seeds are as small as sesame seeds and cannot be washed away, which is very annoying.

 “Oh my God, it’s rare to see Boss Chen so generous.”

Sun Yanhong just sat down and wanted to take off her shoes and socks. She clapped her hands in surprise when she heard this. It didn't matter whether it was money or not. The key was that Chen Ling had this intention, which meant that he truly recognized her.

 Then he looked at Han Chuang and others laughing.

She then said: "But this is our first year of partnership, so let's go as planned. Boss Chen, I accept your wishes. Didn't you say there is room to spend money this year?"

 They are reluctant to buy and raise arowana.

 I'd better save it for you. "

“Haha, no need, no need, one code is the same, you have to get it even if you don’t want Xiao Fang.”

 Chen Ling waved her hand, "In addition, as for these wild products such as rabbits and venison, you can also help me give them to Liu Jiancheng, Yu Bangjin, and Du Guanghe. It can be regarded as a Mid-Autumn Festival greeting."

 You should also make a special trip to my Yue Min brother's place. "

Yu Bangjin and Du Guanghe both asked Sun Yanhong to bring them something, and he had to return the favor.

“Easy to say, easy to say, why don’t you worry about me doing things?”

Sun Yanhong said with a smile. She took off her shoes as she spoke. When she lowered her head and looked down, she stopped laughing. Her face turned bitter and she screamed: "It's over. I can't get these socks. I have to go back barefoot."

This woman wears thinner socks than men. Once they come into contact with grass seeds and dead leaves, they become densely covered with them, making it impossible to get rid of them.

The gentlemen laughed loudly: "We even pricked our feet with caltrops, and we didn't say anything. What's wrong with your bare feet?"

“Boss Sun has never worked in the fields.”

“…Bah, even if the things agreed with the village have not been confiscated and no money has been paid, I will go out to drill the cornfield with you and go back barefoot later. Are you four gentlemen afraid of gossip in the village?”

 The laughter of the four people stopped suddenly.

 …

 Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Ling rarely became busy.

In addition to sending greetings to his pen pals and asking Sun Yanhong to help deliver some gifts to his friends, he also rode a horse to some places and brought some things to his old friends.

For example, Lao Ba and Station Master Li from the countryside also gave some venison and pheasant as gifts.

Also, my second uncle and brother are taking advantage of this Mid-Autumn Festival to come and stay for a while.

 They have already stocked up on cultural T-shirts commemorating Hong Kong’s return.

 Even all the places where they can be placed are filled.

Worried about getting wet, he wrapped it in sacks and drove a pack horse to transport it over.

 After Chen Ling learned about the situation, he and Shanmao each drove a tractor, transported it back and forth several times, and placed it at the farm.

  But after it was shipped here.

We have to stop over there too.

 Because it’s autumn, the garment factory can no longer collect the defective clothes.

 In spring and summer, the weather is warm, the clothes made by garment factories are quite thin, and defective products are very cheap.

Especially in the summer, those old men’s shirts, short-sleeved shirts, etc. are light and thin. When stacked, they look like a piece of paper. They look very inconspicuous, and without knowing it, they think they are one piece.

 But when you hold it in your hand and open it, you can find several pieces, which is no exaggeration at all.

 So these types of defective clothes are extremely cheap and are sold by the pound.

 The current clothes are mainly autumn and winter styles.

Even if this type of clothing is defective, it will not be very cheap, and people in the clothing factory can sell it at a good price if they modify it themselves.

Then there will be no way for Wang Qingzhong to go to various docks and Miao Village areas to do wholesale business as he did before.

 They rarely have time to relax.

Just as Wang Susu was about to give birth, Chen Ling ran on both sides.

Wang Cunye is here, and the old man is a little busy by himself, so they came over to help.

I have to say that Wang Qingzhong and his wife came to the project at the right time.

After they came over, the family celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival and as soon as Wang Susu was sent to the hospital, Chen Ling's pen pals came over one after another.

And Shen Jiayi's family, after Shen Jiayi's situation gradually improved, often heard interesting stories about the village in the county, so they moved back to the farm. The family of three walked around the village every day to relax.

 At times like this, it’s not okay for everyone in the farm to watch.

 Wang Qingzhong and his wife can help guard it.

Wang Cunye also had the opportunity to go to the county town a few more times to see his eldest daughter, and went to the hospital with his wife to stay with her.

 As for Chen Ling, given his temperament, he should be the least nervous.

As soon as Wang Susu was admitted to the hospital, he didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, his whole body became tense.

 Even the reply from the National Animal Husbandry Magazine was not in the mood to read.

 I run to the hospital seven or eight times a day, three or four times a morning, to squeeze juice and make snacks.

 Made everyone dumbfounded.

Even Erbaldie, who at first was flying with a bunch of pigeons in the sky with great enthusiasm, later became uninterested and played by himself.

I think it's really boring for Chen Ling to always ride in circles in such a small place and run back and forth so many times every day.

 (End of this chapter)