My 1995 Small Farm.

Is Chen Ling home?

After lunch, Chen Ling was listening to the radio while washing diapers under the eaves when a shout suddenly came from outside the gate.

Heiwa immediately started barking.

Xiao Jin also opened his eyes from his nap and looked outside.

This means that a stranger has come to the house.

"You're home, come in."

Chen Ling recognized the voice, rinsed his hands with water, wiped them casually on his clothes, and went out to greet the person.

When I went outside, it turned out to be someone I knew.

Chen Ling immediately laughed: "Oh, Bo Qingbo?! Who do we have here?! Come, come, come inside."

The visitor was Zhao Hongbo, Chen Ling's high school classmate.

A sturdy man with thick eyebrows and dark skin.

I often work on construction teams.

He had a water bottle and a towel hanging on the handlebars, and he was dressed like someone who did dirty work.

Just as Chen Ling smiled and was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Afu and Ashou behind Chen Ling and stopped in his tracks: "Good heavens, is this the tiger they're talking about outside? It must eat so much meat every day!"

Chen Ling smiled and pointed to the mountains and forests outside: "They're right next to the mountains, how could we worry about them going hungry? If they get hungry, we'll just release them into the mountains."

"That's true. I heard from people in your village that there were wolves in the mountains around here. After you brought the tiger back, the mountains became much quieter."

Zhao Hongbo sized up the two tigers and thought to himself, "No wonder they say these things can rule the mountains."

Look at that size, and those big paws, catching a big wild boar would be a piece of cake for it.

As long as they don't encounter a monstrous old pig outside the village, they can roam freely in the mountains.

"They've calmed down a lot, but we still need to go into the mountains often to find some wild food for them."

Chen Ling laughed and said, "Why did you come here today? Didn't you usually work in Huangni Town?"

As he spoke, he led Zhao Hongbo home.

Zhao Hongbo shook his head: "The work in Huangni Town is finished. This year, only the cannery and instant noodle factory have work. Right now, there's a lot of work here."

"Huh? I haven't heard that anyone in our village is going to build a house?" Chen Ling was a little confused.

Zhao Hongbo said, "I only know that his surname is Wang and that he wants to build a house on the slope behind your village primary school."

"What? Building a house on a hillside? Why would ordinary people in the village build houses on a hillside? Is there something wrong with them?" Chen Ling couldn't understand.

At this moment, Gao Xiulan came down from the young couple's second-floor bedroom carrying a winnowing basket for needlework. "Who else could it be? It's the two houses across the street from ours, Old Wang and Wang Ersao's two boys."

Oh, it's Wang Chunyuan's father, Wang Laochou, and Wang Ershenzi's two sons, Wang Lihua and Wang Liguo.

“They’re jealous that you’ve made a lot of money in the village, so they’re thinking of finding something to do. The Party Secretary said that he’s going to build a few houses on the hillside so that when outsiders come to the village, they can pay to stay there.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling was taken aback: "These bastards are quite cunning."

Let's not even talk about Wang Laochou; that old bastard is a complete scoundrel, and he's no good even in his old age.

Unlike the locals in Guangdong, who at least get some response, they were completely ignored.

But you know what, this old guy has a sharp eye. While others just foolishly follow Chen Ling in raising cattle and chickens, he saw something else entirely.

The Wang brothers, Lihua and Wang Lihua, were even more shrewd.

He went straight to curry favor with Zhao Yubao and the others as soon as he got back to the village.

When he realized he couldn't curry favor with them, he started thinking of other methods.

These two companies are birds of a feather.

"Did the brigade approve it?"

"It was approved, of course. They gave the brigade the money, and the county also found someone to help. The Party Secretary definitely had to approve it."

The old lady pursed her lips and said, "I guess they just want to build a small estate like you. These guys are much richer than the other villagers."

"Let them learn, let them learn whatever they want." Chen Ling smiled indifferently.

He was somewhat amazed at how clever these guys were; compared to them, the villagers seemed incredibly stupid.

Of course, sometimes it's not that they're stupid.

Ultimately, it's because they don't have any spare money.

With money, some things naturally come to mind.

Zhao Hongbo finally understood what was going on and immediately grinned foolishly: "So you want to learn from Lingzi? Well then, there are quite a few people like that. There are some in Huangni Town, some in your township, and now it seems there are some in your village too."

Of these three places, your township has done the biggest job.
After we finish our work in your village, we'll head to your township.

"What? You guys do all the work in our village too?"

Chen Ling was puzzled. "Isn't it Chou Bingzi and his gang who do all the work here? Before, when construction teams from outside came, they would beat them to death."

"It used to be like that, but it's not the same this year. In previous years, those stinky soldiers earned a lot, but this year every household is going into the mountains to collect wild produce and pick wild fruits, which earns them more than working as bricklayers."

Even the most lousy soldier couldn't lift people up anymore.

"Can't he stop us from doing it?"

Zhao Hongbo laughed.

This year, anyone staying in the mountains and forests will inevitably be picking wild fruits.

Moreover, Changle Township is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the closer you get to Fenglei Town, the higher and denser the mountains and forests become, with an abundance of fruit trees.

There's this job where you can go into the mountains and make money for free.

The more you pick up, the more you earn.

Who would still want to work for that lousy construction team?

If wages are withheld, it's not as straightforward as earning money by doing your own work and selling it.

Therefore, construction teams are struggling to assemble this year, and in many places, it's impossible to find people to build houses.

In other words, Zhao Hongbo and his family lived in the eastern part of the city, where there were few mountains and basically no wild fruit trees. If there were any, they were just a few scattered, unusable trees, or they would only sway in the wild and by the roadside to attract some children.

That's how I got to where I am now.

It also seems to have become more popular. "Goodness, there's really no way to go into detail about what's happened year after year." Chen Ling clicked his tongue. Who can predict everything?

All he did was find some ways for the villagers to make a little money, and yet he managed to break up such a large construction team in the village.

After Wang Susu finished her afternoon nap with the two children, she heard voices and came out to see what was going on. "Who do we have here? It's Hongbo. A-Ling, can you make some jujube tea? The jujubes are all dried."

Zhao Hongbo waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, don't bother. It's my first day working here. I just stopped by to visit. I still have to work later. I'll come over for a meal when I'm not busy."

"That's settled then. We agreed to drink together during the temple fair in the county last year, but we didn't end up drinking together." Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

“Okay, we definitely have to have a drink this time… I work in your village, so it’s close by, just a few steps away.”

Zhao Hongbo chuckled.

Then Chen Ling saw him off at the gate and then out of the orchard.

Then he came back to continue washing diapers, and after washing the diapers, he went upstairs to check on the two babies.

"The two little ones will be three months old in the blink of an eye."

"Let him grow a little older, then he can be like your older brother and be brought into the cave for a baptism."

Chen Ling has never held anything back from his wife and children, except for the Sun and Moon Cave.

I want to give them the best.

However, as his biggest secret, the Sun and Moon Cave could not be taken in until the child was old enough to remember things.

The only solution is to bring them in early, just like Rui Rui did back then. As a result, they grow stronger and learn things earlier than other children.

Like Rui Rui, apart from the injuries she's suffered from bumps and bruises, she hasn't had any other illnesses so far.

After checking on the two children, and without paying any attention to Rui Rui who was still taking a nap in the old couple's house, Chen Ling put on his leg wraps, slung his gun over his shoulder, picked up his hoe, and took the tiger into the mountains.

Digging up saplings.

Exploring the sinkhole.

Patrolling the mountain with a tiger.

Today, when I went into the mountains, even the unruly wild monkeys didn't dare to provoke me. However, I did encounter two herds of sika deer heading towards the large pond.

The sika deer herd was also very alert.

First, a whistling deer peeked out from the edge of the forest, looking adorable and curious, but actually it was scouting out what was happening outside the forest.

Seeing that something was wrong, he immediately turned around and ran into the forest, and the deer herd scattered and fled.

After observing carefully, Chen Ling noticed that there were many pregnant female deer in the herd, so he didn't let Afu and Ashou do anything.

There were few pregnant does in the herd behind him, so he sent the two out to attack.

The tiger hunt is extraordinary.

Once the deer herd is driven away, all sorts of creatures in the forest are frightened out.

Chen Ling also saw a fat badger.

This guy is like a bear. Before hibernation, he eats like crazy and gets all fat. If you catch one, it'll be half a pot of meat when you first put it in the pot, but once it's cooked, the meat will fill the whole pot.

The aroma of the meat is so enticing it can make you fall over.

Unfortunately, even though we were far away, the thing was quick to hide, disappearing into the bushes in a flash, and we couldn't hit it.

The two tigers had a great haul, catching two deer and eating them on the spot.

Now that he has several deer at home, Chen Ling has lost interest in venison.

Let them eat; once they've finished, that's it. If they don't finish, pick them up and feed them to the dogs.

Two days passed like this, with Chen Ling spending half the day hiking in the mountains and the other half at home taking care of the child and doing odd jobs.

We even scooped out the fish that had grown bigger in the large aquarium and cooked them in various ways, which we ate for several meals in a row.

There's no need to give these things away; the adults and children in my family all quite enjoy eating fish.

That morning, just as Chen Ling was returning from collecting goose droppings, feeling dejected, to mark the hen that had laid few eggs, Chen Xiao'er and Wu Fei came over to hug the puppy.

Among the puppies they brought back from the lynx dog farm, there were already two of them.

They live nearby and wanted Chen Ling to rest for a few more days to get used to his surroundings, otherwise they were afraid he wouldn't survive after just returning from a long journey.

After they arrived, the two old men, Zhao Yubao and his wife, followed shortly after.

“Fugui, we all know. Now everyone is asking you about the original story of that animated film… I told you back then that I would publish Hunter's Notes for you, change it to Qinling Hunter King, just change a few titles, and I guarantee that young and old alike will love it.”

As soon as Zhao Yubao arrived at the house, he acted like an old monkey, putting his arm around Chen Ling's shoulder.

Old Zhong wasn't exactly serious either. He put his hands behind his back and touched the hen's rear end at Chen Ling's feet: "Your chickens are so big. Look at their bulging rear ends, they look like big fat gourds."

He kept touching it, clearly enjoying it.

Chen Ling was speechless, thinking to himself, "I've seen people who like to touch sheep's butts, but I've never seen anyone like you who touches chicken's butts."

He then asked Zhao Yubao, "Uncle Zhao, did Xiao Han tip you off?"

"Your words are unpleasant to hear. What do you mean by 'tipping someone off'? Do you think you can hide this from an old man like me? Who am I? I'm a senior!"

Zhao Yubao said, boasting to himself.

After the laughter subsided, his expression turned serious: "You really should revise those stories. I'll help you find someone to publish them."

Chen Ling shook his head: "This is not easy. If you really want me to do it, I might as well write children's literature. That doesn't require good writing skills. I spend every day with Rui Rui and the village kids. I basically know what the kids are thinking, how they usually play, and what their tone of voice is like."

Zhao Yubao frowned immediately.

As a writer who started out in the traditional field.

He didn't really think much of what Chen Ling said.

He valued Chen Ling highly and never gave up on the idea of ​​nurturing him.

I was just about to try to persuade them from a different angle.

Old Zhong clapped his hands and exclaimed, "This is good, this is good! This idea of ​​wealth and status is very realistic. What your Uncle Zhao said is completely unrealistic. You haven't even learned to walk yet, and he's already telling you to run..."

In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with children's stories. You should become the king of animal stories from now on.

Chen Xiaoer chimed in, "I think it's a good idea. I think Fugui is good at this. Just write down what he does every day, and that will be interesting enough."

You are undoubtedly the king of animal stories. (End of Chapter)