My 1995 Small Farm.

The leopard with the broken tail had already run away, and the little female leopard was even more frightened when she saw Chen Ling, like a terrified big cat. She leaped and bounded up a tree in a flash.

The jackals, however, were quite bold. When they saw Chen Ling coming, they didn't leave. Instead, they huddled together, staring at Chen Ling with their big, clear black and white eyes.

Even the little jackals followed their parents, looking around curiously and bewilderedly.

It has to be said, this is a very cute and heartwarming scene.

But it is also very deceptive.

Jackals, with their red fur, fox-like appearance, and fluffy ears and tails, are not much less cute than foxes.

It appears to be harmless.

In reality, this thing is extremely ferocious and cunning.

Now, this whole family of jackals stood not far from Chen Ling, looking quite endearing. However, some of the adult jackals glanced at each other unintentionally, clearly showing deep wariness towards Chen Ling.

This indicates that they still harbor a strong desire to attack Chen Ling.

Needless to say, Chen Ling had already seen the carcass of a plump white-tailed pheasant behind them.

It was bloody; the stomach had been torn open, and the intestines and internal organs were dangling out.

This is the root cause of the conflict between the two leopards and them.

In general, these jackals are best at deceiving people and making them lower their guard.

"go with!"

Chen Ling glanced at the group of red-haired beasts, stomped his foot, and waved his arm, as if driving away birds that were pecking at crops in the fields.

Sure enough, the group of cunning red-haired beasts were startled.

The carefully concealed vigilance was now completely exposed.

Several female beasts quickly drove the jackal puppies aside, leaving two male beasts, who were slightly larger, baring their teeth and barking at Chen Ling.

The sound made Chen Ling chuckle, but when he saw the timid male beast behind the two male beasts trying to sneak around to his side, he couldn't help but smile.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "That's impressive! This jackal king is getting more and more powerful, but he's still a little weaker than the ones in the mountains."

After all, the living environment in the mountains is quite harsh, and the jackal kings in those jackal packs are the ones who have fought and fought their way to the top.

They have even eaten many of their own kind.

Based on this alone, in terms of brutality, Dongtian and the like cannot compare.

But Chen Ling kept these red-haired wild animals only to crossbreed with the dogs and to breed superior breeds.

Ruthlessness and cunning are not necessary.

"Still trying to flank and ambush? Come on, come here."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ling sent the jackal king, who had been trying to flank him, flying uncontrollably into the air and eventually landing right in front of him.

She looked at Chen Ling with utter terror in her eyes.

Ignoring its reaction, Chen Ling reached out and rubbed the jackal king's head: "Looking at it this way, you jackal king are actually quite handsome."

Could he have become the jackal king because of his good looks?

Indeed, this jackal king may have been nurtured in the cave environment, making him far more beautiful than other jackals.

Other jackals, despite having the word "dog" in their name, are more like foxes.

But this jackal king looked more like a dog or a wolf, and his body was more robust and imposing.

The head is also more symmetrical and delicate.

He's no longer the cute type; he's more accurately described as handsome.

"Tsk, with your looks, you would be incredibly impressive to take on a hunting trip... It's a real shame that I'm keeping you here as a pet."

Chen Ling shook his head.

To be honest, it's still too dangerous to take a wild animal with this kind of personality out.

They have the gene to eat their own kind deep in their bones...

He still finds it hard to accept.

Otherwise, this would not be the method of cultivation.

To raise a true jackal king, you can't just pet it like Chen Ling did, grab it and rub it.

This is like chaining a wolf.

It will be ruined if you try to fix it.

"But you're in good shape, so I'll find you a pretty little female dog as your wife."

Chen Ling chuckled.

It is said that jackals and dogs cannot interbreed, but in reality, the local Tiger Head Yellow is said to be the result of several generations of crossbreeding between jackals, wolves and dogs.

As Lynx mentioned before, the Soviet Union had conducted special research on this, using jackals and dogs to breed military dogs. Such experiments were actually quite common during World War II.

Then he touched the jackal king's belly and testicles, then opened its mouth to look at its teeth and tongue, and then looked at its nose.

In short, I looked at everything.

Chen Ling couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "You wild beasts are much more blessed by nature. Your physical attributes surpass those of most hunting dogs. It's a pity that you are born to be ungrateful and disobedient."

A hunting dog's most important traits are its nose and courage.

Both jackals and wolves possess these traits, with their noses being particularly outstanding. You can easily find top-tier jackals, and alpha wolves and jackal kings can easily defeat most hunting dogs.

"Alright, let's go. I treat everyone equally."

Chen Ling muttered some nonsensical words, beckoning all the other male beasts to him, and then reached out to touch and rub them a few times.

This seems rather strange.

Actually, it was to prevent them from attacking the jackal king afterwards.

Because jackals are strange and cruel creatures.

If the male jackals in a pack feel that the jackal king is no longer fit to take on the responsibility, they will attack him without mercy.

Kill the jackal king and eat him; whoever is the strongest among the remaining jackals will become the jackal king.

Now the Jackal King has been thoroughly humiliated by Chen Ling.

If we don't do it to them all...

After Chen Ling left, the fate of this Jackal King was predictable.

Then the mother beasts led their jackals back to their dens by the distant lake.

Chen Ling took a look and felt he couldn't leave them out.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled them all over and petted them, especially the little jackal which received special attention.

Jackals are bold from a young age and possess an innate cruelty.

If Chen Ling had touched them more when he was a child, it might have slightly changed their nature, which would have been a good thing.

"You let me touch it today, but the leopard wouldn't let me touch it, so this pheasant is yours."

Chen Ling picked up the blood-soaked white-tailed pheasant and threw it into the pack of jackals.

But at this moment, the jackals were still in the shadow of his earlier torment and had no appetite.

She looked at him in fear and immediately hid far away.

"Tsk, boring."

Chen Ling shook his head, glanced at the two leopards that had run into the depths of the woods, and didn't look at them any longer.

So we went for a walk by the big lake.

The spacious lakeside is covered with reeds, lotus flowers, and water chestnuts, which spread across the water surface and remain lush and verdant, exuding vitality.

Although the cave now experiences four seasons, the environment here is still better.

Moreover, near the core area of ​​the thatched cottage, the changes of the four seasons are not very obvious, and it is still spring-like all year round.

But that's alright; a spring-like climate all year round doesn't mean there's no cycle of growth and decay.

Fallen leaves, fallen flowers, fallen fruit... they decompose very quickly.

The soil on the ground has become much more fertile than it was at the beginning.

"Let's leave the core of these areas alone for now... What if I create a few sinkholes like those in the outside world in the rest of the areas? Would that cause some strange changes?"

Chen Ling himself had seen the differences between several sinkholes.

Some are warm, some are humid...

The flowers, plants, and trees growing inside are also quite unique. Some of the pits even have lawns growing close to the ground. If it weren't at the bottom of the sinkhole and far from the outside of the mountain, Chen Ling would really like to try herding livestock inside.

If we move to the inside of the cave...

This also has its advantages for areas within the current cave world that lack detailed design.

Just like the old system of classifying farmland into different grades and types.

Barren, fertile, or what the local elders call "Level 1" or "Level 2".

It should also be present within one's own grotto-heaven.

However, those would be 'Level 1 Spiritual Land' or 'Level 2 Spiritual Land'.

Where there is sacred water, there is naturally sacred land.

The fruits, flowers, and plants produced in Lingdi can also be classified into different grades.

To put it bluntly, it's no different from the regular, premium, and top-tier products in shopping malls.

However, this is a small, hidden world within myself.

In many ways, one can experience the joy of the Creator.

"Huh? Is that a fly?"

As Chen Ling was immersed in his ideas, he was suddenly drawn to a group of flying insects on the rotting fruit under a pear tree.

These fruit trees in the cave have always been like this.

The fruit will fall off on its own when it is ripe.

This is also true when there is no day and night or seasons.

Of course, now that there are birds, pheasants, squirrels and other small animals, the fruit will gradually fall off the branches after it has been eaten.

For Chen Ling, how these fruits fell down was not important.

The key thing was that the flies on it surprised him the most.

"Good heavens, how did these flies mutate into this shape? I almost didn't recognize them."

The flies on these pears looked much better than those outside; they were lighter in color and had a more compact and imposing appearance, somewhat resembling horseflies.

Chen Ling had always thought that horseflies were similar to flies since he was a child, but he believed that horseflies were more powerful, more domineering and majestic, and flew like fighter jets.

However, now, even the flies in the cave gave him the same feeling.

"Gadflies bite people and livestock and live by sucking blood. I hope these flies don't mutate into some strange creatures."

Chen Ling glanced at it twice, and muttered to himself.

He even put these drastically changed flies on his hand to see if they would bite him.

The result is not.

This didn't completely put his mind at ease, and he continued searching for flies in other places.

Flies have always been annoying, whether they are common flies, big-headed flies, or green bottle flies, no matter how many kinds there are.

None of them are likable.

Not only do they buzz around and fly everywhere, but they also eat and sleep in every corner of the world, which is annoying and spreads all kinds of germs. Most importantly, they are extremely dirty and disgusting.

In the summer, if some food at home accidentally spoils and we forget to throw it away...

Good heavens, if you're not careful, flies will lay eggs and burst into a bunch of maggots.

That was incredibly annoying.

But... this is still considered better.

If flies get into some pickle jars or soy sauce jars, they're ruined.

Just imagine the scene of maggots crawling all over a perfectly good jar of pickled vegetables and soy sauce—that's enough to drive anyone crazy.

Especially in rural areas, flies breed incredibly fast, whether in latrines, pigsties, or livestock pens.

There's no point in even thinking about eradicating it completely.

However, after Chen Ling quickly scanned the flies inside the cave using his superpowers, he was somewhat surprised and shocked.

These flies were actually competing with the bees in the cave for work.

Most of them were actually collecting honey.

The remaining small portion also wandered among the rotten fruit.

"Is this... the beginning of a mutation into a bee?"

A thought popped into Chen Ling's mind.

After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly remembered another story about 'flies collecting honey'.

It is said that someone went to Australia to visit relatives and said that he had his eyes opened there.

Australia not only has kangaroos and egg-laying mammals like the platypus, but its flies are also different from those in other places; they even collect nectar.

However, this fly collecting nectar doesn't mean that Australian flies are anything special.

It was simply altered by human intervention.

Many years ago, flies in Australia were no different from those elsewhere; they stalked foul-smelling things and spread diseases, causing headaches.

Australians seriously discussed how to get rid of flies.

Then there is a compelling argument: "If flies were ever completely eradicated, wouldn't the natural food chain be disrupted? Flies are not born to be attracted to stench; rather, it is the dirty and unsanitary environment that drives them."

Therefore, Australians, like the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains, have passed down their good hygiene habits from generation to generation.

Not only did they maintain high moral standards, but they also thoroughly cleaned public health facilities across the country, especially those prone to breeding flies, in accordance with the principle of local management, and kept these facilities clean for a long time.

This resulted in the entire country, from cities to villages, from valleys to riverbanks, being covered with clouds of flowers and carpets of green grass.

Flies that live in filthy environments can no longer find a place to escape the stench in this beautiful country.

In order to survive, flies have been forced to change their age-old habit of chasing after foul smells.

Instead, they become like bees, taking on the responsibility of pollinating the crops and flowers in the fields.

Over time, through gradual evolution and mutation, Australian flies have become quite different from ordinary flies, almost becoming a new fly species.

The image of a fly is prominently printed on Australian $50 banknotes.

In short, the core idea can be summarized in one sentence: a good environment changes the living habits of flies.

This story left a deep impression on Chen Ling back then, mainly because he and a group of friends went abroad to visit places with good hygiene. They learned a lot along the way, including about using flies to praise the hygiene of foreign countries, saying that this practice started in the early 2000s.

It's something that seems insignificant.

It was actually intended to guide ordinary people to aspire to the West.

Chen Ling didn't know if these things were true or false, and he had never been to Australia.

He didn't care whether the flies in Australia had mutated into honey-collecting flies.

In any case, mutated honey-collecting flies have indeed appeared in his own cave.

"By the way... should I apply for a patent for this fly collecting honey thing in advance? In the future, anyone who wants to tell this story in China, no matter what their purpose is, will have to pay me a copyright fee first."

Chen Ling pinched the tiny wings of a honey-collecting fly and chuckled.

This thing is indeed much, much cleaner inside the cave.

Although its function overlaps with that of bees.

Putting everything else aside, if the magazine asks him to contribute again, another short research paper will be published.

"Yeah, I've actually had a burst of inspiration. I'll go write it down later."

Chen Ling had been thinking that once Kang Kang and Le Le were a little bit older, as long as they could be taken out, that would be fine.

By then, it should be after the New Year. The whole family will go to Beijing for a visit, and while taking Er Tuzi to the Journey to the West film crew, they will also buy the shops.

I'll also bring a few of my own old hens to the National Animal Husbandry Magazine.

Ever since that article about raising maggots for disease prevention was published...

Several friends from the National Animal Husbandry Magazine wrote to Chen Ling several times, asking him to bring the chickens over for a look.

After all, Zhao Yubao kept praising how good Chen Ling's chickens were.

No one doubted it; they simply longed to see the final result.

"Hmm... Writing short papers now is a bit too deliberate. Maybe I should add them to the animation, add some environmental protection plots, and I can also make up some children's stories myself."

Chen Ling stroked his stubble and thought, "We can handle the environmental education ourselves; why do we need foreigners to teach us?"