My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 381 Little White Ox Selling Tickets

No wonder Er Maolu reacted so strongly. He bought this calf through an acquaintance, and it was weaned late, spending too much time with its mother. Such calves have lively personalities and are quite difficult to recognize their owners.

Almost half a month has passed since Ermao brought it home, but it is still difficult to tame. It won't let strangers touch it, and if you try to touch it, it will shake its head, moo, jump around and butt people.

But now.

It actually moved closer to Chen Ling and even tried to bite his trouser leg in a coquettish manner. Er Mao Lv could hardly believe that this was his stubborn little ox.

"Look at what you're saying, how am I a demon? Could it be that my family raises a lot of cows and I have their smell on me?"

Chen Ling rolled his eyes, pushed the little bull away, patted his trouser leg, and then kicked the stubborn bull.

This little yellow ox really treats Chen Ling very differently.

At that moment, they thought Chen Ling was just playing with it.

Chen Ling kicked it, and it dodged lightly. After dodging, it lowered its head and tried to rub against his leg.

"Hey, you damn scoundrel, get out of here."

Chen Ling dodged it quietly, holding the shovel horizontally in front of him to drive it away, otherwise he wouldn't be able to work.

"Haha, people say he's too good to dogs, like a godfather to them, but that's wrong. He's also quite popular with cows."

Er Mao Lu found it amusing and laughed while holding his pipe.

But before he could finish laughing, Chen Ling's little white calf came running hurriedly from the riverbank in the distance, bellowing as it ran. As it came over, it pushed the little yellow calf aside and mooed to keep it away from Chen Ling.

But the little white calf was unwilling to accept the yellow ox's playful and affectionate behavior with Chen Ling.

Although it's called a "little white calf," it's still young, but it's not small at all; even a typical water buffalo isn't as robust and tall as it.

Local cattle are inherently small.

The half-grown yellow ox was no match for the little white ox. The little white ox barely exerted any effort, yet it pushed it several times, causing it to stumble. Upon seeing the little white ox's enormous size, the ox was so frightened that it retreated repeatedly, mooing in panic, and dared not approach any further.

The little white calf swung its tail, flapped its ears, and nudged its big head closer to let Chen Ling pet it.

When Ermao Donkey saw this, he was even happier: "Good heavens, they're vying for attention."

"Your cow is really well-raised. Why don't you help me train it, Fugui?"

"Okay, I've trained it. I won't be responsible if the cow doesn't recognize you later."

Chen Ling patted the little white calf's big head and said.

"Forget it then."

Ermao Lv chuckled sheepishly, picked up the reins of his yellow ox, looked at the little white ox, then at the little blue horse grazing in the distance, and said, "The livestock you raise looks better than the average person's. You've only had this blue horse for two months, and it's already so well-trained and has such a sleek coat. When livestock prices go up in the future, it will definitely fetch a good price."

"But why doesn't your ox wear a nose ring, and why isn't your horse wearing a bit?"

In the countryside, raising large livestock requires putting nose rings on cows and biting horses; otherwise, these big animals are difficult to control.

"You're being quite obedient now, so we won't do anything about it yet. We'll deal with you when you start being disobedient."

Chen Ling dug in the sand, then casually remarked that both the white ox and the blue horse had been fed with spiritual water and were very obedient. Although the blue horse was mischievous and liked to play pranks, it certainly wouldn't hurt anyone, so there was no need to put a bridle on it.

"Your child is just different from others."

Ermaolv finished his pipe and tapped it on a rock. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "By the way, Fugui, weren't you looking for the female cat that went to the pond the other day? My female cat is due for her period, and a lot of male cats come looking for her every day. Come and catch her at dusk." "Huh? A female cat?"

Chen Ling thought of the two beautiful male mountain raccoons in the cave. He had originally planned to find some suitable female cats for them to breed, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll go catch them at dusk."

After working for more than half an hour, they filled the oxcart with sand and swayed back to the farm.

There were still quite a few tourists at the farm. When they saw the white calf and the blue horse, many first-time visitors came up to ask if they could take pictures.

Chen Ling had no objection, but he made it clear to them beforehand that outsiders were not allowed to ride their horses, and children could ride the cows, but adults shouldn't even think about it. If they tried to force it, it would anger the cows and could easily hurt people.

Perhaps because the little white calf and the little blue horse were so beautiful and outstanding, even though Chen Ling said that, many people still rushed forward to take photos and pose for pictures.

Even if the adults didn't want to take pictures, the children were all eager to come forward and have their pictures taken.

When Chen Ling saw the crowd, he realized it was too crowded and noisy, so he shouted, "Ten yuan per person for a photo, no more than ten minutes."

At that moment, ten yuan was a lot of money, and immediately half of the people stopped talking, and the crowd became much quieter.

"Alright, you two can stay here and make money selling tickets for our family."

Chen Ling saw that some people brought their own cameras, and others hurriedly ran to the reservoir to find someone to take pictures.

He smiled and patted the two big guys.

Then he untied the oxcart, loaded it with sand, and placed it outside the farm. He then brought over a thermos of hot water, poured tea, and leisurely drank it. He sat in the pavilion, watching the two large machines start collecting money.

That's about a thousand yuan in an afternoon.

If Qin Qiumei hadn't come with Wang Susu at dusk and said that Zhao Dahai had arrived and was resting in the county town today, but would come tomorrow, Chen Ling could have easily made a few dozen more yuan, at least rounding it up.

But since Zhao Dahai had arrived, Chen Ling mounted his horse, took Heiwa and the two dogs, and went to the county town to visit him.

I also need to make it clear to this fat guy that there are a lot of tourists in the village recently, and a big market has been set up on the dam. If he wants to transport utility poles to the village, he either has to get up early or do it after dark.

Otherwise, there would be too many people and the cars wouldn't be able to get in.

Zhao Dahai was surprised that Chen Ling had made a special trip, and he quickly pulled him to find a place to drink.

Seeing the fat man's travel-worn and exhausted appearance, Chen Ling refused to go. He sat down and chatted briefly, catching up with him, before letting them rest. He then rode his horse back home with his dog.

When we went back, we naturally didn't forget to pick up the female cat from Er Mao Lv's house. This cat was a common calico female cat in the countryside. Although it was ordinary, its fur was shiny and smooth, and it was quite pretty.

So Chen Ling took this opportunity to bring out the two kittens from the cave. When he returned to the farm, he picked out a male mountain cat and put it and the female cat into the large water tank where the goose had stayed. He then locked them together and let them mate on their own.

The remaining kitten will be kept in the rabbit cage for now, and a suitable female cat will be found for it in the village later.

Female cats in heat have a distinctive scent, so if you catch them and put them with male raccoon dogs, they won't fight.

If it were a normal female cat, not in heat, the takin might have killed and eaten it.

Wild raccoons are untamed and easily stressed when caught, so killing and eating a house cat is a perfectly normal reaction for them.

This is not a joke.

After settling the cat matter, Chen Ling took out a small blackboard and chalk, and wrote down the requirements such as the price for taking photos with the white calf and the blue horse, waiting for tourists to come the next day so that people could see the information.

As for the price, it's ten yuan per person, which isn't too expensive. So many people come here to play every day and he hasn't said anything. Can't we let him find other ways to sell tickets?
In short, it's a matter of mutual consent; if you feel it's too expensive, you don't have to take the photo.

(End of this chapter)