My 1995 Small Farm.

Upon hearing about the ghost story, Chen Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

This was, of course, his masterpiece from a few days ago.

Those so-called 'ghost claw' scars were also left by Baldy.

Unexpectedly, the news spread throughout the local area, and it even frightened Zhou Weijun to this extent.

After Zhou Weijun and his companion finished speaking, the business owners quickly chimed in, saying that they had also heard about the matter and had almost taken a detour to come here.

Actually, they heard more than just that.

They listened more carefully.

They even knew exactly who had sent people to follow Chen Ling, so naturally they knew about the ghost incident before anyone else.

So he rushed to Chen Ling's hometown.

They were even more eager than catching a puppy.

Let's see if Chen Ling has encountered any accidents.

"Judging by the dates, Brother Chen also traveled back during those two nights, right? Did you encounter any similar strange occurrences?"

"No, I have never encountered anything strange. I have traveled that road many times, and it has always been smooth sailing."

Chen Ling shook his head, looking thoughtful, and said, "As for the ghosts on the road at night, I had a child in my car that day, so we stopped traveling as soon as it got dark. We found a thatched hut near a village and slept there for most of the night. We only continued our journey when it was just getting light."

"What? You spent most of the night finding a place to sleep?"

Upon hearing this, the business owners' faces instantly lit up with surprise. Then they looked at each other and fell silent.

It's not that they don't believe Chen Ling's words.

It's not that I don't believe in ghosts and gods.

They've heard too many strange stories about encountering ghosts while walking at night or on long-distance trips, and even people around them have experienced similar encounters.

They believe it.

Chen Ling said he was looking for a place to sleep, and they believed him.

As for why those who were following Chen Ling encountered a ghost when they were about to lose him, it's probably because they were bewitched by the ghost, led astray by something evil, and experienced hallucinations.

Chen Ling was really lucky.

"I think Brother Chen is lucky; he's blessed by the turtle king here."

At this moment, the male driver from the Journey to the West crew suddenly spoke up, making everyone's eyes light up.

"May the Turtle King bless you"—this phrase sounds incredibly jarring coming from an atheist.

But none of the people present felt there was anything wrong with it.

As I said before, as long as you've seen the local turtle in person, especially if you've witnessed it saving someone, you'll understand.

Everyone has to be a little bit superstitious about this stuff.

Furthermore, aside from their spirituality, these turtles are also incredibly large.

Just like the physique of the wild boar king, the impact on the soul when people see such a behemoth is beyond description in any language.

Even if they are not gods.

In people's minds, they should at least be given the name of monsters.

"Yes, yes, you said last time you went back that the Turtle King here is particularly efficacious. As long as you are sincere, he will answer your prayers and even save people, right?"

The woman from Jiangnan excitedly told Old Zhou and the other two, as well as the other business owners, "Last time they came to film the Turtle King, they went to the county. The county was bustling with activity at the time, saying that the Turtle King was on a tour and had saved several people..."

The county leaders then instructed them to prepare an incense table and offerings, burn incense by the river, and explain their purpose to the Turtle King.

They only begged for three days that time.

Three days later, at noon, it was drizzling when the turtle king appeared in the river.

Seriously, it's incredibly effective.

We didn't believe in this before.

After watching the recording, the crew fell silent.

The driver nodded slightly, his voice soft, almost as if he were sighing: "Yes, the three of us immediately knelt down..."

how to say.

You asked, and he agreed.

And the feeling of it appearing right before your eyes is indescribable.

The driver recalled the moment with a mix of emotions: shock, awe, elation, excitement, urgency, and disbelief. The emotions were so numerous and complex that his mind went blank and his body trembled.

"But it's really, really, really not scary at all."

He suddenly spoke in a resolute tone.

His descriptions and emotions resonated with the business owners, making them feel that his words were so effective and mysterious that they should have come to worship him long ago.

Someone couldn't help but ask Chen Ling, "Brother, can we still see the Turtle Prince now?"

"You probably won't see them anymore. There are a lot of people who worship them, but I haven't heard anyone say they've seen them recently."

Chen Ling gave an awkward smile; he felt a little embarrassed by what the Journey to the West crew had said.

In fact, many of the times when Garlic and its companions came out to patrol were coincidences. Chen Ling had seriously warned them that they wouldn't harm anyone.

But as for saving people, Chen Ling was a little surprised at the time. He guessed that after gaining intelligence, coupled with the various ways people fed him, he spontaneously became friendly to people.

However, this is just speculation; Chen Ling has never actually seen them eat the so-called 'offerings' that people offer them.

They probably wait for people to leave, then they'll eat underwater.

"Does he rarely make public appearances now?"

A few bosses were a little disappointed, but then one of their companions said, "Well, sincerity is key. Didn't this brother say that after they set up an altar and prayed for three days, the Turtle King showed up? So it seems he's very effective."

This reassured everyone.

Unbeknownst to them, the two Japanese soldiers in the village had already met the "turtle king" they admired.

Chen Ling and the villagers were unaware of this matter.

"I heard that two young men came to your village. Boss Liang said they wanted to buy your puppy."

Chen Ling was taken aback when he heard this, thinking that he had not mentioned this matter to Liang Yuemin. Then he thought that it was probably Wang Qingzhong and Wang Jusheng who told him.

He just grunted in response: "I haven't seen them since I came back. They used to wander around the village all day with nothing to do."

These business owners act as if they don't hear these things, or rather, they hear them but don't care.

After hearing about it for just two days, people in the village were amazed, saying, "Your place is definitely going to become famous in the future, and foreigners are coming to live here."

It might be the most famous place in our province or our city.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling was afraid that they would bring up the topic of commercial value and discuss developing some profitable business, something he had already heard enough of in the city.

Now that he's home, he doesn't want to hear these people talking to him anymore.

I told them the kids were carrying a lot of stuff, so they should hurry back and drive off.

"Alright, you guys go back to the manor with Brother Chen. We haven't finished catching the fish yet."

The crew of Journey to the West hadn't forgotten about fishing. There were plenty of fish here, and they were easy to catch. The weather was warm today, and there were layers of small fish fry on the surface of the water. They caught them easily, and in large quantities. The sense of accomplishment was indescribable.

Two words: addictive.

Even if they weren't there for the food, but just for fun, these people would probably play for the better part of a day.

After waving goodbye to Chen Ling and the others, they each grabbed their nets and ran off excitedly.

Chen Ling and the others headed towards the farm.

"Fugui, come up and get in the car."

"I'm not sitting anymore, walking is much more comfortable."

This is Lao Zhou speaking.

A moment later, the car in front stuck its head out again: "Hey bro, is that your kid being carried by that big yellow dog?" "Yeah, didn't I see it in the city?"

"Haha, I have seen them, but the kids in the city are very clean and pretty..."

"Brother, you really dare to let him play like that? Aren't you afraid he'll fall?"

"..."

"But it looks really impressive. Such a small kid leading a bunch of dogs. I really wish my child could play like that."

"..."

Those bosses are just joking.

They drove slowly, talking all the way, until they arrived at the farm.

Now the village children are no longer so curious about these cars. Instead, they carry baskets full of wild fruit on their backs, slingshots around their necks, and play along the fields with the pack of dogs.

As for the chubby boy and the little chestnut, they couldn't keep up; they were exhausted halfway through the journey.

She used her charm to get Chen Ling to continue carrying the two of them.

This guy made all the outsiders suspicious. They wondered what the relationship was between this kid and Boss Liang. Not only did the old man move into their house, but he was also so close to the child.

Actually, this is also Liang Yuemin's source of distress.

Sometimes when we talk about Chen Ling at home, we have to do it behind the backs of these two little ones, for fear that they might overhear something and give us away.

After all, outsiders thought they were too close, so the child never thought about it in that way.

If she knew she had an even closer relationship with Chen Ling, she'd probably be ecstatic.

It's only because Chen Ling has so many friends that they don't stand out.

Otherwise, Chen Ling's parents-in-law would start talking about it behind his back.

"Da, what are you doing?"

Upon arriving at the farm, Chen Ling had just put the two children down and called Rui Rui to his side when he heard Liu Ni'er shout loudly from the orchard on the other side. Then, all the children rushed over to her.

Wang Zhenzhen ran the fastest. After seeing the situation clearly, she turned around and waved to Chen Ling: "Brother-in-law, come quickly. Brother Lixian is training the puppy."

“Fugui is back? I think this dog’s due date is coming up soon, and he’s gotten quite familiar with me, so I’m here to clear the way for him.”

Wang Lixian looked up and smiled at Chen Ling.

He was holding the little yellowish-brown puppy he had chosen.

There was also a group of puppies of all sizes around him.

The larger and more robust ones were the ones Chen Ling left for his relatives and friends.

The remaining ones, which were a bit smaller, were the puppies that Zhao Gang had brought over, crossbred with military dogs.

After living on the farm for a while, it has become quite plump and cute.

"Wow, so many puppies."

When these business owners saw this, many of them stared wide-eyed.

"I used to suspect that someone was just bragging and exaggerating Brother Chen's abilities, but now that I've seen the dog, I believe it. I really believe it."

That's actually a conservative way of putting it.

They had been using the excuse of buying a dog to befriend Chen Ling and Liang Yuemin.

Otherwise, spending several thousand dollars to buy a small mongrel would be crazy.
Now, seeing so many adorable chubby puppies surrounding Wang Lixian, huddled around a large round wooden basin, some scratching at the edge of the basin, others tilting their little heads back, sniffing inside, wagging their tails, and barking.

These people suddenly felt that spending several thousand dollars didn't seem like they had spent too much.

If I could buy them and they grew up to look as majestic as those dogs that were running around in the fields outside, I would be even more satisfied.

"What kind of blood did Brother Xian use to pave the way for the dog?"

Ignoring the reactions of the others, Chen Ling saw that there was half a basin of red blood in the wooden basin next to Wang Lixian, so he put the two children down and went over to them.

"Wild boar blood, I guess. Yu Bin's family just happened to have shot down two yellow-haired pups while picking fruit. I thought the dog was almost two and a half months old, so I went and got some blood to clear the way for it."

Wang Lixian grinned, looking very happy.

What is "opening a riotous path"?

The people behind Chen Ling shifted their gaze from the puppy and asked curiously.

I really don't understand what Wang Lixian is doing; I find his behavior very strange.

"This is for training hunting dogs; ordinary dogs don't need this."

Chen Ling gave a brief explanation and then squatted down to help Wang Lixian.

Otherwise, if Wang Lixian held the dog with one hand and poured pig's blood into the dog's nose with the other, the puppy might choke if it struggled.

Chen Ling was holding the puppy, and Wang Lixian rolled up some leaves, dipped them in a large pool of pig's blood, and began to slowly pour the blood into the puppy's nostrils.

The people around looked on in surprise at first, and then they were stunned.

"Hiss, won't this kill the dog?"

"No, it only happens once a day, or once every day or two. It's not like we're torturing the puppy."

Chen Ling shook his head: "This is to teach the dog a lesson. First, you force-feed it blood, then you feed it meat. This will continue for at least half a month..."

"Bloodletting and meat-feeding, is this how hunting dogs clear the way?"

"Yes, the blood and meat should be from the same type of prey, such as wild boar or deer from the mountains. If you want the dog to hunt a certain type of prey, you should feed it the blood and meat of that type of prey."

You said dogs are afraid? Yes, they are, but they are filtered out when they are puppies.

This type of dog is not used as a hunting dog.

The hunters in the mountains have been doing this for generations, and they are very thoughtful.

For example, this is what you see now.

If you only feed them blood and no meat, some dogs may develop hatred for prey with the same blood and become envious when they see it, but they may not actively hunt such prey. They will only pounce and bite when they get close.

That won't work.

So we have to feed them meat.

Around two and a half months old, the puppy was able to eat raw meat.

They feed them the meat of this kind of prey.

Make them not only hate this prey, but also let them know that its meat is delicious and a tasty food.

When they grow up like this and are taken to the mountains, they will react extremely strongly when they smell the scent of this prey.

A bloodshot-eyed search ensued, covering the entire mountainside…

As Chen Ling spoke these words, the caramel-colored little yellow dog had already completed its initial blood transfusion for the day.

Wang Lixian then took out a small piece of wild boar meat and gave it to the animal to eat.

It has to be said that Chen Ling's puppies are all very talented. They pounce on meat and tear it apart, then whimper and growl, looking both cute and fierce.

After all, Erhei and the others often hunt outside, so they are somewhat influenced by what they see and hear.

"Holy crap, it really is..."

Hearing Chen Ling's words and seeing the scene before them, the men's eyes widened again: "Brothers, is this some kind of hunter's dog training secret? If you tell us this, does that mean we can train hunting dogs when we get back?"

Chen Ling and Wang Lixian were just shoving at a group of chubby puppies that were fighting with the little yellow dog for food when they heard this. They looked at each other in surprise, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, this secret is very valuable, so don't talk about it outside."

Actually.

Training a hunting dog is not that simple.

Nobody has that kind of patience.

Even farmers tending their fields may not have enough, let alone those who run businesses or become bosses.