My 1995 Small Farm.

The guide who was photographing the red-crowned cranes was not a local.

He is a teacher in the Department of Biology at Capital Normal University, named He Jiawen, who is said to have been a junior colleague of Professor Feng Yi.

After returning to Beijing, he immediately processed the footage and showed it to his colleagues.

The video footage, once shown, immediately amazed all the teachers.

"Teacher He, where did you all go this time? The scenery is so beautiful, and this big lake is even on a mountaintop, where red-crowned cranes can live... You didn't go to Yunnan and Guizhou, did you?"

"Yunnan and Guizhou my ass! Old Wang, you've wasted all those years of your education. Do you think the vegetation in the mountains and forests of Yunnan and Guizhou looks like this in autumn? Do you think the leaves look like this? So sloppy, and you're even teaching students? Don't ever say you're from our college again, it's embarrassing."

"Okay, okay, I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed. Old Li, don't forget, your issue card for this year is in my wife's hands."

"Oh, Brother Wang, Brother Wang, I'm young and ignorant, please don't take it to heart."

In an instant, the research room was filled with laughter and chatter.

University teachers and professors are not all rigid and serious. To see another side of them, you have to be on the same level and in the same circle as them.

But soon, the research room fell silent.

Everyone stared intently at the screen above.

As the sun sets, the vast mountains stretch endlessly, with a large lake nestled among them.

The south bank of the lake is lined with bamboo groves that rustle in the wind, while the north bank is covered with fiery red maple trees. The verdant green and fiery red complement each other on both sides of the lake, creating a picturesque scene.

At this moment, a crimson glow was reflected on the shimmering lake surface. In the distance, water birds swiftly skimmed across the lake, then gracefully flapped their wings, like dancing white-clad fairies, and landed on the trees.

Near the lake shore, a flock of red-crowned cranes strolled gracefully in the shallow water, occasionally dipping their heads to peck at small fish and shrimp.

When they get excited about eating, these feathered fairies will stretch their necks, puff out their chests, and squeal happily, flapping their wings a few times.

It is like a peaceful and tranquil paradise.

A group of teachers were completely mesmerized, feeling that it was more beautiful than any place they had ever seen before.

Lake, mountain scenery, cranes.

It is complemented by the colors of the sunset.

This is a breathtaking and tear-jerking beauty of China.

Those who didn't grow up in China will probably never understand this sentiment, let alone be moved by it.

Just then, while they were engrossed in watching...

Suddenly, birds in the forest took flight in fright, and the squawking of monkeys came from afar, causing even the camera lens that He Jiawen and his team were filming to tremble.

Amidst the fiery red maple forest, a tall and handsome young man, with a hunting knife at his waist and a long gun on his shoulder, slowly walked down the ridge from the north. Behind him, however, were two frightening, striped tigers, following closely behind.

They always lag behind the young people by a few steps. When the young people take a step, they will follow. When the young people stop, they will stop too, raise their heads, and sniff the air.

They walked and stopped in the woods, as if they were inspecting something.

It wasn't until we had completely left the maple forest that we saw the whole picture.

The teachers just haven't had a chance to look at it carefully yet.

The two tigers seemed to sense something. Their previously憨态 (simple and honest demeanor) following behind the young man suddenly changed to a fierce and majestic expression. They then raised their heads, their gazes instantly crossing the lake surface, staring intently at him.

The camera jolted again, and the teachers in the research lab felt a jolt, followed by a chorus of exclamations.

"Old He, where is this place? How can there be tigers here?!"

"This tiger has seen blood, it definitely has! I can't be mistaken for that look in its eyes!"

"Forget about eye contact, that young man was dressed as a hunter, and he's definitely seen blood all the time!"

"Yes, it's right next to the mountain, and they were hunting there. These are basically wild tigers. How did that young man get in touch with those two tigers? That's too dangerous!"

"..."

The research room became incredibly noisy.

It wasn't until He Jiawen said a couple of sentences that the group of teachers quieted down.

But soon, a wave of doubts arose.

"Tigers can be tamed? Is that even possible? Is Professor Han senile? Does he really believe something like that?"

"Whether Professor Han believes it or not is none of my business, but I don't believe it. I'm going to see for myself."

“I’ll go too. I want to see what kind of place this is, it’s so peculiar.”

"Huh? So this is the place. I heard that the crested ibis reserve is not far from them. Now it makes sense. We definitely have to make a trip here."

He Jiawen was simply talking about Chen Ling's amazing abilities and some things he knew through Han Ninggui.

In addition, there are strange creatures in the villages and towns surrounding Chenwangzhuang.

There are all sorts of creatures, like the Thousand-Year Giant Turtle, the Wild Boar King, the Old Pig Demon, and the Earth Dragon.

Only after I finished speaking did the teachers realize what I meant.

But I became increasingly curious and suspicious.

……

An animated film has been released.

Liang Yuemin's instant noodles are selling like hotcakes.

Zhao Yubao's prolific output of articles, like those of a sow, has spread throughout the country over time.

All the reasons, taken together, are combined.

As a result, in early winter of 1997, the name Chenwangzhuang became known to countless people.

It has also aroused the interest of countless people.

In modern terms, Chenwangzhuang became famous.

Yes, without any warning whatsoever.

That's just how some things are.

The more effort you put into something, the more you try to accomplish it, the less likely you are to achieve your goal.

The more unintentional the action, the more likely it is to achieve unexpected results.

Speaking of which, did Liang Yuemin print the farm's dogs, cows, and eagles on instant noodle packaging to promote the farm?

no.

He did this to put his mother, Liang Hongyu, at ease, and also to bring his cousin, Chen Ling, closer to the family.

In addition, he was also proving that he didn't take Chen Ling's benefits for nothing, and that he was sincere in everything he did.

And what about animated films?
Is Chen Ling tired of being alone and wanting to make a name for himself, wanting to turn the farm into an industry, and is this the publicity he's doing?

That's not true.

He was just following his friends' advice, wanting his children to have something to remember when they grow up.

I also want to animate my own dogs, cows, eagles, and other pets to satisfy my own little hobby.

What about Zhao Yubao's article?
Not to mention.

He now proclaims every day that he wants to be unrestrained, to do whatever he wants, not caring about fame before or after his death, but simply to be a true-hearted cultural rogue.

I write articles entirely based on my own preferences, without any restrictions on subject matter.

He writes whatever he wants, acting like he's shameless just because he's old.

As a result, a group of readers and colleagues praised him, saying that he had reached a state of perfection.

But all these things together.

They all achieved the same effect.

That is, it quickly brought Chenwangzhuang and Chen Lingfei into the view of many people. These were all unintentional actions.

No one thought of anything else.

However, from a results-oriented perspective, it seems that everything is done to promote the farm and local tourism.

If this were posted on the internet in later generations, it would allow great experts and brilliant minds to analyze it thoroughly.

I suppose I should at least say a few words about how far-sighted and terrifying Chen Ling's team's plans are.

Chenwangzhuang became famous.

Some people felt uncomfortable.

For example, the Liang family behind Liang Hongyu.

They were all jealous and envious.

I thought it was just a dream for the old lady to go back to a poor mountain village to enjoy her old age, but I never expected that the place she went to was so nice.

I thought Liang Yuemin's return to his impoverished hometown to start a business would be a complete failure, but unexpectedly, in just six months, he has become the industry leader he is today.

It's said that they now bring bodyguards when they go out, otherwise they're afraid of being followed, kidnapped, or assassinated.

My God, a guy who makes instant noodles is now worried about being kidnapped and assassinated...

Why am I a little envious?

Another example is Chen Ling's mother, Zhang Yufeng, who lives far away in Hong Kong.

Thinking about the instant noodles my granddaughter has been loving lately.

I was thinking about the cartoons my granddaughter has been watching lately.

Thinking about the series of articles Zhao Yubao has published in the past year.

In the study, her expression grew even more stern.

An indescribable emotion surged within her, causing her face to flush and her fingers to clench tightly around the teacup.

In a trance.

She seemed to recall a dream she had years ago.

That was the dream she had on her first night away from Chenwangzhuang, in order to pursue her childhood dream.

In my dream, she was like a wicked daughter-in-law from an old movie.

He regretted leaving and ran back to the village overnight.

Chen Ling's father, holding young Chen Ling, blocked her at the door, refusing to let her into the house, and angrily slapped her so hard she was reduced to a tiny figure.

Long-forgotten memories resurfaced one by one.

It made her breathing rapid, her face flushed, and gradually turned bluish-purple.

Then, as if remembering something else, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his smooth face, and he smashed the teacup on the ground.

His breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

"Aunt Feng, why don't you feed Xiaomiao? She gets completely absorbed in cartoons, and she argues back when I tell her to. I can't control her anymore!"

Just then, a knock came from outside the study, which quickly brought her back to her senses.

……

Chen Ling, who was awakened in the morning by a flock of chattering magpies, was reading a letter on a recliner in the yard.

Around the recliner were Afu and Ashou, and a flock of pigeons wandering around.

"Little brother, I'm really troubled lately."

Overall, it's a happy kind of trouble, sometimes even keeping you up all night...

Your sister-in-law said that I can't sleep when business is bad, but I still can't sleep when business is so good. She's so hard to please.

She doesn't understand me.

There are some things I can only tell you.

I know you're not an ordinary person. You know, I've been able to read people's eyes since I was a child.

A person's eyes can see a lot.

The moment I saw you, I knew you were no ordinary rural youth.

Your eyes are very expressive; they are eyes that have been nurtured by a wealth of knowledge.

Later I found out that I was right.

You may not have the ambition to build a career, but your skills are second to none.

So I'm telling you these things directly because you understand me.

I love reading, but my sister-in-law always says I'm too artsy and that artsy people can't do business.

Because people like us tend to overthink, are sensitive, and are overly idealistic.

So I can't sleep whether it's good news or bad news.

Sometimes I think, I'm really not like a husband and father, and I don't have the maturity, wisdom, and composure that an outstanding young entrepreneur should possess..."

Upon reading this, Chen Ling suddenly chuckled: "What's wrong with Yue Min? He's getting more and more pretentious."

But at the same time, I also felt a growing sense of closeness with this older brother. Yes, the words in this letter were truly heartfelt.

He wrote about Liang Yuemin's own confusion and incoherent speech.

“Our company has grown bigger, but we haven’t refined or strengthened our industry yet. However, the ever-increasing orders every day leave me no time to do anything else.”

Did you know that although our industry claims to be within the province, it has actually expanded beyond the province to some extent, and even beyond the province... People from Hong Kong, Taiwan, and all over the country are coming to pick up goods and discuss cooperation.

This is definitely a great thing.

This proves that we are making continuous progress.

But I always feel like I'm being pushed forward.

Just like a tree that hasn't taken deep roots yet, our foundation isn't solid enough.

As the saying goes, "To forge iron, one must be strong oneself."

We are not strong enough ourselves.

I worry that if we focus solely on ramping up production, especially in order to capture the market, there will eventually be problems with food quality.

This goes against my true feelings...

But if I don't continue and miss this opportunity, I don't know if I'll ever have such a good chance to accumulate funds again.

Let's realize our dream of saving domestic beverages.

Did you know that after the state-owned beverage factory in the neighboring province formed a joint venture with Pepsi, its production ratio plummeted to one percent last year?

How terrible! This is unacceptable!

The follow-up to this letter is still long.

Chen Ling read it carefully, then shook his head and sighed: "Sigh, Brother Yuemin is really worrying unnecessarily. Artistic youths always think too much. Let's conquer this vast empire of instant noodles first."

"Coca-Cola and Pepsi, let them do their thing. It's just a matter of you fighting your way and me fighting mine."

He had heard Liang Yuemin talk about how Coca-Cola and Pepsi "flooded the seven armies".

But right.

If you beat me in this industry, I can just beat you back in another industry, right?
Let's focus on doing one thing at a time first.

After thinking for a moment, he shouted upstairs, "Susu, throw me a pen and some sheets of paper." (End of Chapter)