Song Tan's Notes

Codenamed "Mimi," she is a plump and muscular tabby cat. Her origins are unknown, but she is already an adult.

It takes very good care of itself; its fur is glossy, its skin is firm, and its chubby legs and paws show that it has an extraordinary bone structure.

When it responded to Song Sancheng's call, it slowly walked down the roof ridge and then used the momentum to leap down, its elder brother demeanor was especially evident.

But unlike the sticky orange cat, Mimi looks very aloof.

At the very least, when those eyes were slightly lowered as they looked at Song Sancheng, it was clear that they were spreading this kind of equal contempt to everyone.

Song Sancheng: ...

He wasn't sure if the other person understood him, but he immediately asked, "Going fishing, are you going?"

Mimi didn't say anything, but she jumped lightly and nimbly onto the footrest of the electric scooter.

Looking at it, Song Sancheng suddenly felt a sense of humility, like someone who was a servant.

But compared to the unyielding Orange, Mimi, who has never experienced the dangers of the Air Force, clearly still has expectations of humans.

Song Sancheng had no choice but to swallow his anger and carefully start the electric car. Before leaving, he unusually instructed Song Tan, "When you get back tonight, try to catch it. It looks pretty big to me. Or maybe you should get it spayed?"

Dr. Guo doesn't charge for sterilization, but given Song Sancheng's simple and honest approach to animal husbandry, it's quite remarkable that he would say something like that.

Song Tan nodded: "I'll ask Dr. Guo—Chen Xi knows how to do it now, so you don't need to bring him back. Just feed him and leave him there, and he can do it tomorrow."

The lessons learned were not in vain, nor was the practice done in vain. Now, Chen Xi performs sterilizations on the ranch with remarkable fluidity and skill.

Upon hearing this, Song Sancheng suddenly felt pressured again.

Today he took the city folks fishing. If everyone else catches something but he only manages to pull up an empty hook, how embarrassing would that be?
Thinking of this, he could no longer linger at home, so he quickly twisted the handlebars and sped forward.

The group of people, who were already in their cars, were waiting at the riverbank ranch.

The terrain here is quite good; even under the blazing sun, there are still large areas of shade. With a warm river breeze blowing, although it's still a bit hot, it's not unbearable.

So everyone got fully equipped and pointed at the cattle, sheep, pigs, and chickens through the fence:

"It's a pity, they're not suited to eating fish, otherwise we could have gotten a few today."

"Do the ducks like to eat it? There are small fish we can feed them."

"Ducks can catch themselves, so how could a dog eat them?"

"It seems unlikely..."

"Oh dear, Song Tan's family has six cats. We can feed them a little less, and that will be enough—hey Lao Yun, I remember you were in the Air Force?"

When I called to ask, they said they were fishing, and when I asked about their catch, they said there was nothing in the pond.

Just kidding, all the ponds they can find now are leased out, and every cycle they release thousands of kilograms of fish into them.
Air Force is fine, it's just the Air Force!

Feeling that he was not in the Air Force, he happily raised his head, quite proud.

Chen Xi was carrying a bucket as she passed by them. Hearing this, she turned her head and glanced at them again, her expression complicated.

Tielian heard it too.

She turned and went into her room to tidy up, muttering to Old Zhang as she did so:
"I think these fishermen are just like our boss's dad. They're already incredibly arrogant before they've even started fishing. Even if they bring back half a bucket of bitterling tonight, they'll still end up giving it all to our ducks."

The fish in this river are incredibly clever.

I don't know why, but the fish just won't bite.

They even passed down the story that if they saw a live red earthworm, they would bite off half of it and then avoid touching the hook.

Anyway, it really tests your luck and skill.

The boss's dad often goes fishing, and he usually brings back small trinkets.

Going back would make it seem like we gained nothing. Taking it back would make us a laughingstock.

After all, Seventh Uncle wasn't the same Seventh Uncle who would go to the trouble of cutting off the head and internal organs of every little bitterling he saw and drying them to make snacks.

In the sweltering summer heat, we're constantly washing, drying, pickling, and marinating all sorts of ingredients. There's just not enough time to finish all that. Who has time to deal with these little things?
In short, it all ended up going to Chen Xi.

He didn't bother to clean it up; he just gave it a quick wash, dried it, and then ground it up. He mixed a little into the food of chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, sheep, and even dogs, aiming for a balanced distribution.

That's right...

The boss's dad sometimes can't even catch bitterlings; the catch is so meager.

The lack of expectation that people secretly harbor is something that this group of people doesn't understand.

All they knew was the wide river, the boundless water, and the river bend beyond the canyon that Song Sancheng was so confident and determined to lead them to.

For this reason, even the barrier netting was dismantled in advance.

Damn!

That's the kind of place you should go to!

I heard that a lot of fish fry have been released into the river here, so there are plenty of fish. You won't really show off your skills by fishing here all the time; you have to go to the wild!

We have to go to the river bend!
They really showed off their fishing skills today!

……

Song Sancheng finally arrived.

He led this group of spirited men away, but then faced another problem—a ship couldn't carry so many people, and he was the only one on board who knew how to sail.

Sigh, it's a boat! Once you get on, just start it and move forward, right?

Helpless, he called Song Tan again: "Tan Tan, why don't you and Xiao Lu come and help steer the boat?"

Song Tan: ...

Ulan laughed: "Look at your dad, he always has to get the whole family involved in everything he does—you go drive, drop people off wherever you get there, and pick them up later tonight."

He then instructed, "The sun is so strong, and the river is so hot. Don't send Xiao Lu. Call Yanping instead! Yanping used to often invite people to go fishing; he's very good at it."

It's been hot lately, so he's stopped making appointments with people. He's worried about people getting bitten by snakes, insects, or rodents in the dark.

The main reason is that many people have come to see a doctor during this period, and many have stayed in guesthouses, so he doesn't have much financial pressure and won't try to make money.

Song Tan adopted this suggestion.

Lu Chuan is indeed quite afraid of getting sunburned. He already has a girlfriend, so he can't afford to look ugly in the sun.

Yanping is different. Whether he shows off or not, he's the same. Besides, he already has a girlfriend, so he's not afraid of being unwanted.

Zhang Yanping, who tried to complain at the clinic but couldn't find an opportunity because there were too many patients, and whose aimless wandering startled a group of people in line to straighten their posture: ...

He asked why she didn't go to Lu Chuan, and why her cousin had to tell the truth.
Are white lies not effective?

Just as he was about to protest, Dr. Guo said, "Song Tan, you should take him away quickly. His presence here is too disruptive. His pulse is even faster when I take his pulse..."

With his physique and face, even regular customers would tense up if they stared at him for too long.

It's even harder to insert acupuncture needles now.

Zhang Yanping, who was disliked: ...

When he was making those soft, fluffy white steamed buns back then, how could he have imagined he'd be treated like this now? (End of Chapter)