My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 595 Panic Set in
They arrived at the orchard outside the manor, where Chen Ling and the others were standing outside a livestock pen feeding muntjac cubs.

Even the driver of the seafood truck was watching with a smile on his face, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

"What are you doing? Is the muntjac cub about to have babies?"

Seeing this, Wang Jusheng and Chen Yongsheng curiously went over to investigate.

"No, it's too early for them to have babies. It's time to add wine lees to the fish in the car. That's when this timid little guy actually stood up and begged for food."

Chen Ling chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because of the smell of fermented grains."

Wang Jusheng and his companion looked into the livestock pen and saw a small muntjac, about the size of a lamb, with a swollen pregnant belly, burying its head in a small stone trough and eating voraciously.

They got so close that they didn't even try to avoid each other.

Wang Jusheng even reached out through the wall to touch the little horns on its head.

It didn't even try to dodge.

"Oh, so you're really not afraid of people anymore."

Wang Jusheng's face lit up with joy upon seeing this. They often visited Chenling Village for meals and such, so they were quite familiar with this pregnant muntjac.

It usually only dares to come out to eat when Chen Ling and Wang Cunye feed it.

When other people approach, before they even reach the edge of the livestock pen, the little deer will shrink into a corner and remain motionless.

The little creature is not only afraid of people.

I'm also afraid of the dogs and livestock at home.

It was so timid that even Chen Ling had no choice but to let it live alone in such a large livestock pen with the size of a small lamb.

Wang Jusheng withdrew his arm and said, "Hey, did you get drunk from eating too much fermented rice wine? You don't even know how to hide."

Chen Yongsheng was also surprised.

Chen Ling shook his head: "Didn't you see? I've mixed so much cornmeal into it, it's not like I'm feeding it only distiller's grains."

He used wine lees to deceive people and ensure the fish's survival rate.

It's not just about adding wine lees; it also includes the juice from crushed other herbs and plants as a masking agent.

When the little muntjac smelled the scent and begged for food...

Chen Ling couldn't just feed it like that; he had to mix it with some other food.

As for whether it will affect the puppies in her belly.

That certainly won't happen.

"Oh, I see. There's quite a bit of cornmeal mixed in here. You're really willing to feed it to us. If it were us, we would definitely feed it with cornmeal made from straw."

Wang Jusheng chuckled.

Chen Yongsheng shook his head: "What straw noodles? If it were me, I would take them home and kill them to eat. If they have offspring, I would release them. Why bother raising them? It's too much trouble and too much effort."

"Only someone as wealthy as you would always bring these strange and unusual things home."

At this point, he suddenly exclaimed "Oh dear!" and slapped his forehead, hurriedly putting down the bamboo basket on his back.

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

After he put the bamboo basket down, he lifted the straw lid on top, and two straw-yellow kittens with spots all over their bodies and messy fur appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing so many people watching, the two kittens cried out in panic, revealing their long, sharp milk teeth as they cried, proving that they were not ordinary cats.

"Huh? This doesn't look like a leopard, nor does it look like a leopard."

Chen Ling was taken aback, then reached into the bamboo basket, scooped one out, and examined it closely.

The seafood truck driver already knew that Chen Ling's family had a lot of strange things, and he stared wide-eyed, leaning forward to look: "Isn't this a little leopard? It looks quite like one to me."

The others shook their heads: "We've never seen such a tiny thing before, we can't even tell what it is."

The lynx, which had been silent until now, reached into the bamboo basket and grabbed another one. After looking at it, it said to Chen Ling, "It's definitely not a leopard, nor a leopard. This is a golden cat, the golden of gold."

"What? A golden cat? It doesn't look golden at all. It looks rather plain, like a leopard covered in a layer of dirty yellow dust. I thought it was a small leopard cub that hadn't molted yet."

Chen Yongsheng shouted.

Chen Ling had never heard of a golden cat before, so he asked Chen Yongsheng curiously, "Uncle Yongsheng, where did you find this?"

"Online, there's that rabbit-catching net along the ditch by my peanut field."

Chen Yongsheng glared and gestured: "What's wrong? This thing isn't looking for revenge, is it? I wonder if that old pig has been to the village lately. Can it beat this golden cat?"

"Haha, don't worry, I won't seek revenge. Golden Cat, Golden Cat, with a cat, it's about the same as the mountain civets here, just a little bigger."

"The lynx laughed."

Then he looked at Chen Ling and said, "I saw this thing with Uncle Han in the Taihang Mountains before. It's getting rarer and rarer. But it's not wrong to call it a small leopard. In the mountains of the Taihang Mountains, many people call it a sesame leopard."

"Sesame leopard? Interesting, hehe. Anyway, this sesame leopard is still a leopard. You can keep it as your pet, Fugui."

Chen Yongsheng laughed and said, "None of us have ever seen this thing before. It's too small. It's not good to leave it outside, but it's not good to bring it home and not be able to keep it alive."

Chen Ling shook his head: "I can't afford to raise this..."

As they were talking, a group of puppies saw people gathered there and came running over from a distance, wagging their tails and chasing each other. They then tilted their little heads up and sniffed the little golden cat in the two people's hands, barking in their babyish voices.

"Look, there are so many dogs in the house, and my father-in-law is in charge of taking care of them."

"Then I can raise it."

The lynx laughed and said, "I'll catch my little ox-red dog from the kennel another day and let them join me."

“This is good. Brother Zhong likes these things too, and he often goes out with Fugui. He definitely won’t die.”

Wang Jusheng clapped his hands happily.

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

The lynx said, "This golden cat, though called a golden cat, actually has many different colors of fur, much more colorful than a civet cat. Some of them are entirely straw-yellow, like little lions."

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

They come in yellow, grayish-yellow, grayish-black, and reddish hues.

Like a chameleon.

Chen Ling knew he was talking to him, so he said, "What chameleon? Nobody understands what you mean by chameleon. You might as well say it's like a stray dog, all tangled up."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone laughed.

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

I asked around and found out that some rare things had appeared in the mountains again.

These golden cats and sesame leopards—the old man has been collecting herbs and catching snakes in the mountains around Fenglei Town for years and he's never seen them before.

Han Chuang was also quite surprised.

He had just gone up the mountain with Wang Cunye and the puppy.

I already knew Chen Ling had left him the puppy...

I just wanted to play with the puppies while picking out which one I liked.

After much deliberation, I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of puppies. I felt that every single one was lively, cute, and fun, and I simply couldn't decide which was better.

I might as well not be picky anymore.

I can just take one home with me then.

Now that they've reached the foot of the mountain and seen the two little golden cats, he really likes them.

Despite his tall and burly appearance, he actually has a great fondness for furry little things, especially rabbits, cats, and dogs.

However, after learning that the little golden cat was a wild creature from the mountains and that it had to be fed meat every meal if kept at home, his interest immediately faded.

It's better to just stick to raising puppies, kittens, and rabbits; that's simpler.

...The lynx fed the little golden kitten some goat milk at the farm, then carried it back to his parents' yard on the hillside.

Chen Ling then led Han Chuang to go fishing at the foot of the mountain.

Let's see what other unlucky things have stumbled upon the internet.

In fact, the most obvious effect of the spiritual water is that the vegetation becomes more lush, especially all kinds of wild grasses grow wildly.

The vigorous growth of weeds inevitably brings more insects.

The number of birds and small animals that feed on this food will also increase dramatically.

Therefore, it's inevitable to encounter many wild birds of all sizes online.

Some of them are even extremely beautiful.

Unfortunately, Yu Qi'an was not there.

Chen Ling and the others weren't very interested in birds, so they picked them off and released them when they saw them.

The villagers are mostly like this too.

They usually make simple distinctions: they release those with sharp beaks that they think eat insects, while keeping common birds like sparrows to pluck their feathers and eat.

Before long, Sun Yanhong arrived with the driver of the seafood truck.

Along with Chen Ling, Han Chuang, and Zhao Gang, the five of them strolled along the net, keeping the prey that should be kept and releasing the prey that should be released. If they encountered a fallen net pole or prey that was torn apart and tangled by small animals on the mountain, they would clean it up.

It's quite fun to walk around and stop like this.

By the time they reached the old river bend, Chen Ling, Han Chuang, and the other two had already filled their baskets with quite a bit of prey.

It's only because the kids didn't have Sunday off today, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to collect so many.

"Old Sun, I'll take 10% less of the money this time, as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for you and Xiao Fang."

Chen Ling sat on a rock by the river, took off his shoes, and emptied out the grass seeds and debris that were uncomfortable to walk on.

Hunting is fun, but the grass is so thick in autumn, and there are lots of seeds. After walking so far along the foot of the mountain, wading through the dense grass, my socks and shoes got covered in these things.

Especially the dried and yellowed cockleburs, tribulus terrestris, and those wormwoods are particularly stubborn.

If you don't remove it in time, the itching will become unbearable over time.

Some grass seeds are as small as sesame seeds and can't be washed off, which is very annoying.

"Oh my goodness, it's rare to see Mr. Chen being so generous."

Sun Yanhong had just sat down and was about to take off her shoes and socks when she heard this and clapped her hands in surprise. Money didn't matter; the important thing was that Chen Ling had this intention, which meant that he truly recognized her.

Then I saw Han Chuang and the others smiling.

She then said, "However, this is only our first year as partners, so let's stick to the original plan. I appreciate your kind offer, Mr. Chen, but didn't you say there would be expenses this year?"

They can't bear to buy an arowana to keep.

I'd better save myself the trouble.

"Haha, no need, no need. One thing at a time. You have to have Xiao Fang even if you don't want him."

Chen Ling waved his hand, "Also, could you please send these rabbits, venison, and other mountain products to Liu Jiancheng, Yu Bangjin, and Du Guanghe for me? Consider it a small Mid-Autumn Festival greeting."

You should also make a special trip to see my brother Yuemin.

Yu Bangjin and Du Guanghe both asked Sun Yanhong to bring him gifts, so he couldn't refuse.

"No problem, no problem. Don't you trust me to handle things?"

Sun Yanhong said with a smile, taking off her shoes as she spoke. But when she looked down, her smile vanished instantly, her face turned bitter, and she screamed, "Oh no, these socks are ruined. I'll have to go barefoot when I get home."

This woman wore socks that were even thinner than a man's. Once they got grass seeds or withered leaves on them, they would be covered in a dense layer of dirt, making them unusable.

The men burst into laughter: "We got pricked by caltrops too, and we didn't say anything. So what if you're barefoot?"

“It’s obvious that Mr. Sun has never done any farm work.”

"...Pah! They haven't collected the things they agreed on with the village, nor have they paid them. I came out with you guys to explore the cornfield, and now you're going to go back barefoot? Aren't you four grown men afraid of what the village will say?"

The laughter of the four people came to an abrupt halt.

……

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

Besides sending greetings to his pen pals and asking Sun Yanhong to help deliver gifts to his friends, he also rode his horse to some places to bring back some things for his old friends.

For example, Lao Ba and Station Chief Li from the village also sent some venison and pheasant.

Also, my brother-in-law and his wife are coming to stay for a while during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

They've already stocked up on enough T-shirts commemorating Hong Kong's return to China.

They've even filled every available space with them.

Worried about it getting damp, they wrapped it in burlap sacks, tied it up, and transported it over by packhorses.

After learning about the situation, Chen Ling and Shan Mao each drove a tractor and made several trips back and forth to transport the goods to the farm.

But after it was transported here...

That side needs to be put on hold too.

Because it's autumn, the garment factory can no longer collect its defective clothing.

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

Especially in the summer, items like old man shirts and short-sleeved shirts are light and thin. When folded, they look like a piece of paper and are not noticeable. Unsuspecting people might think they are a piece of clothing.

But once you hold it in your hand and open it, you can find several pieces inside, which is no exaggeration.

Therefore, these kinds of substandard clothes are extremely cheap and are sold by weight.

The current clothing styles are mainly for autumn and winter.

Even if these clothes are defective, they won't be cheap. Moreover, if the people in the clothing factory modify or repair them, they can still sell them for a good price.

That means we can no longer send Wang Qingzhong to various docks and Miao villages to do wholesale business as before.

They finally had a rare moment of leisure.

Just then, Wang Susu was about to give birth, and Chen Ling was running back and forth between the two places.

Wang Cunye was here, and the old man was having a hard time managing all the work by himself, so they came to help.

It must be said that Wang Qingzhong and his wife arrived at just the right time.

After they arrived and celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival with their family, they had just taken Wang Susu to the hospital when Chen Ling's pen pals began to arrive one after another.

Moreover, after Shen Jiayi's condition gradually improved, her family often heard interesting stories about the village in the county town, so they moved back to the farm. The three of them would stroll around the village every day to relax.

At times like these, it's not good for everyone on the farm to be watching over things.

Wang Qingzhong and his wife can help keep watch.

Wang Cunye also had more opportunities to visit the county town, see his eldest daughter, and go to the hospital with his wife to keep her company.

Chen Ling, given his personality, should have been the least nervous.

As soon as Wang Susu was admitted to the hospital, he didn't know why, but suddenly he was on edge.

I didn't even feel like reading the reply from the National Animal Husbandry Magazine.

I go to the hospital seven or eight times a day, sometimes three or four times in a morning, to make juice and snacks.

It left everyone both amused and exasperated.

Even Er Tuzi, who initially led a flock of pigeons to fly enthusiastically in the sky, eventually lost interest and went off to play by himself.

They felt that Chen Ling was always riding his horse around in such a small area, going back and forth so many times every day, which was really boring.

(End of this chapter)