My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 380 Too Demonic

"No, don't try to pin this on me, I can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling immediately took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from them.

If it were anything else, he would definitely help if he could.

But he's not good at matchmaking or introducing marriage partners.

Besides, others might not know, but how could he not know what's going on with that old bastard Yu Qi'an?

You will soon find someone you like to marry.

Why should he bother with such trivial matters?

Upon seeing this, Ma Wei clapped his hands and said, "It's over. Even Fu Gui won't help you. Qi An, look at you now, you're in big trouble."

Zhou Weijun chuckled along.

Yu Qi'an, however, whistled as he slowly and carefully fed the birds, ignoring the teasing from the three of them.

After filling the food trough of the birdcage in his hand, he looked up and said, "What do you mean by 'a big problem'? To be honest, I'm not in a hurry to get married right now."

"You all know what kind of temper I have. I like to play around and have fun. My parents say I'm almost thirty and still have no stability. I'm like a child who hasn't grown up. All I do is play around."

You know what, my parents are right. With my personality, I'm genuinely afraid that if I just randomly picked a woman, the two of us simply wouldn't be able to make it work."

"Could it be that I have high standards? Marriage is a big deal, the two people have to be compatible first."

"And another thing, my friends, like Lao Zhou and Lao Ma, you all have proper jobs. When people talk about Lao Zhou being a screenwriter and Lao Ma working at a publishing house, they are all quite respectable. It's just me who only thinks about having fun. I can't not find something proper to do. It's one thing for my parents to nag me, but it also makes me seem strange and unsociable. Don't you think so?"

"Just like I told you two before, I'll ask my friends to help me find some opportunities and see where I can make a name for myself. Otherwise, if I keep running around all the time and don't earn any money, I'll still have to spend my parents' money. That's not a good thing."

This is Yu Qi'an's current situation.

Either you work as an extra in various film crews, or you find a small local TV station to work as a director or host, and you can make a living that way.

He has many friends and classmates, and a wide network of connections, so he is never short of work. Unfortunately, he is still young and loves to have fun, so his career has never really taken off.

Just like he said, his classmates and friends were all working in a routine manner, while he was just loafing around all day playing this and that, which made him seem too out of place.

So I started traveling around with the help of friends, thinking that after I made a name for myself, I could save up more money and then do what I love.

At that time, you can do whatever you want, and you won't be afraid of what others say.

"Look at what he's saying! See? He's a spoiled brat. Other people go to work to earn money and start a family, but he's doing it so he can have fun later."

Zhou Weijun smacked his lips and smiled at Chen Ling and Ma Wei.

"Go away, you're the spoiled brat."

"Hey, you're not happy about what I'm saying. Qi'an, a spoiled brat like you should really learn from Fu Gui. Look at him, he raises so many fun little things and makes money while playing with them. How carefree."

"Nonsense. Do you think I'm unwilling? I need money and a place to do it. Besides that, I need to be 100% certain that I can make money, otherwise I won't be able to get past my parents."

Although his parents were not strict with him from childhood to adulthood.

But the situation is different now.

He's almost thirty and still not married. He's going to contract mountain land to build a farm, raise dogs, birds, and livestock. It's such an unreliable thing. No wonder his parents are going to have a huge fight.

After saying that, he gave Chen Ling and the other two a sly smile: "Although I can't do big things now, I can still do small things. Take these birds for example, their quality is quite good. Hehe, I plan to take some back and sell some. I definitely won't lose money. If they sell well, I'll come here more often when I have time."

Ma Wei exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, Qi'an, you've gone from a spoiled brat to a middleman!"

Yu Qi'an was still beaming with excitement, lost in his fantasy, when he heard this he immediately turned furious and his face darkened: "Go to hell! You two never say anything nice. Fu Gui and I will handle this. Don't even think about getting involved."

In fact, Chen Ling fell into deep thought after hearing Yu Qi'an's words. He didn't expect that the old man had such thoughts.

This is similar to what Tian Hongli, the middleman for ornamental fish, did, but he definitely trusts Yu Qi'an more than he trusts Tian Hongli.

In the future, not only birds, but also pigeons, once I've bred and raised good breeds of homing pigeons, I can hand them over to Yu Qi'an to sell.

"Fugui, Fugui, why are you spacing out? Is it because your son can call out to you now that you don't want to stay here with us anymore?"

Zhou Weijun waved his hand in front of his eyes and joked.

"Definitely. The rich and powerful are here, but their minds are already elsewhere."

Chen Ling smiled and shook his head, ignoring their comments. He simply echoed Yu Qi'an's words, saying, "Let's take it slow with what Old Yu said. There's no rush. Once I catch any good-quality, domesticated birds, I'll let you know."

The pigeons weren't in a hurry; a whole host of parrots of all kinds still lived inside the cave. At that time, in the early years of the 21st century, talking parrots and mynahs were extremely popular.

"Hey, Fugui is still the most reliable. I feel relieved to hear you say that."

Yu Qi'an slapped his thigh, his confidence soaring.

……

In the afternoon, Chen Ling hitched up an oxcart to go to Laohewan to haul sand, with a little blue horse following behind, its hooves clattering merrily.

Today, her son started calling her "Mom," and overjoyed, Wang Susu took him out to play again after lunch.

It's said that Qin Qiumei came by this morning to discuss going to the city with them in a while. Chen Ling and Wang Susu are going to attend Shanmao and Dujuan's wedding. She also has things to do, and she doesn't dare to travel alone to the city, so she wants to go with someone.

So that afternoon, Wang Susu went to show off to them.

Chen Ling also wants her son to learn to call her "Dad" as soon as possible.

After finishing the chores at home, I'll come and get the sand. I'll make a small sand pile at home for the little rascal to play in. If he's having fun, he might call for his dad.

Hmm... we could also put a swing in the yard, make it a bit bigger, so adults can play on it too.

When they have nothing to do, the family of three can swing and play at home.

Driving the oxcart, we arrived at the old river bend, where Ermao Donkey was leading a half-grown yellow ox with a white nose up the hillside.

His ox is not old; he'd only bought it less than half a month ago, and it wasn't trained yet. It's the kind of stubborn little ox that won't move no matter how much you try to pull it, and will only go backwards when you lead it.

That's how it is now. As soon as Ermao Donkey tried to lead it up the hillside, it stuck its butt out and pulled on the reins, as if it were rooted to the spot. No matter how much Ermao Donkey pulled, it stood there motionless and stubbornly refused to move forward.

Enraged, Er Mao Donkey grabbed his whip and cracked it, making a series of loud "crack" sounds in the air.

Chen Ling looked at the cola, stopped the oxcart, and laughed, "Brother Donkey, you train donkeys so well, how come you can't train oxen?"

“Stop talking nonsense, kid. This is a newly bought animal. It’s not well-fed and doesn’t have a nose ring. No one can do it.”

Ermao Donkey stopped whipping and retorted.

"Haha, that's because you have a bad temper and don't listen to me. By the way, Brother Donkey, why did you suddenly bring back a half-grown yellow ox? Are you going to raise oxen instead of donkeys from now on?"

Chen Ling untied the oxcart, waved his hand, and let the little white calf and little blue horse roam freely. He then slowly walked over to Er Mao Donkey.

"Hehe, I'm just following your example. If you raise fish, I'll raise fish; if you raise cattle, I'll raise cattle too. Anyway, we're all raising livestock, so raising donkeys and cattle is pretty much the same."

Er Mao Lu grinned slyly, put away the whip in his hand, held it, put his hands behind his back, leaned forward and whispered, "I heard from your family that they think our beef is delicious, and that you strongly recommended it."

"Tell me, how could I possibly raise cattle poorly?"

"Goodness, Brother Donkey, you're too cunning."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. Damn it, a group of people wanted to follow him to raise chickens and ducks and sell salted eggs before, but now they are following him to raise cattle.

This really left him speechless.

"What cunning thing to say? Look at what you're saying. I'm just following you around begging for food, trying to learn some of your money-making skills."

"If it doesn't work out, it's okay. I'm a little heifer, so I can't sell beef. I'll just find a big bull to mate with her, and then I can sell the calf at the market without losing money, hehe."

Wow, they even considered stop-loss orders; what else could it be but cunning?

Chen Lingchong gave Ermaolu a thumbs-up, indicating that he was convinced.

Then she stopped arguing with him, turned around, picked up a shovel, and started digging in the sand.

Ermaolv followed, asking curiously, "What are you doing? Are you building something at home again?"

"No, I just put a small sandbox at home for the kids to play with."

"Oh, this is it."

Er Maolu thought that Chen Ling had just bought so many chickens and ducks to expand his business and was about to make some big move, so he was slightly disappointed when he heard this.

He smacked his lips and took a drag of his cigarette when he suddenly saw his half-grown little yellow ox cautiously walking over, its big head craning to lick Chen Ling's trouser leg.

He was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "My goodness, Fugui, you are too amazing! No wonder the livestock at home are raised so well. My cows all rub against you when they see you."

(End of this chapter)