My 1995 Small Farm.

Two days later, the brick wall over at the forest farm was almost finished.

Chen Ling's itch for "Guoshanhuang" was largely suppressed by the antics of his two little devils at home.

Ever since Kang Kang and Le Le took a liking to their father's arms last time, they've been a bit hostile towards him.

If Wang Susu and Du Juan held her for too long and couldn't be comforted, her little voice would immediately rise, and she would cry so loudly that it was heartbreaking, her little face would turn red, and the veins would bulge out.

But as soon as Chen Ling, the father, gets involved, hey, they immediately quiet down, their little heads bobbing and twitching, making a few sneezing noises, and they're sure to fall into a deep sleep.

"These two little rascals, are they treating your father like a resurrection potion?"

Chen Ling was both amused and exasperated. Her arms were numb, but she dared not move, afraid of waking the two little babies in her arms.

Wang Susu has had a rare good rest these past two days. Actually, being with Chen Ling has taken good care of her health, as she has all sorts of good things and her body is in excellent condition.

But taking care of the baby is mainly mentally exhausting.

And they have two babies, both over six months old, which is the perfect time for them to be fussy.

If it weren't for Qin Qiumei and Zhao Dahai's wife's frequent help, and the old lady Liang Hongyu's daily visits, Wang Susu wouldn't have been able to hold on by herself.

"I couldn't take it either. No wonder the lynx was so scared. If this thing keeps going on for too long, I'll go crazy too."

"Not to mention I have two."

Chen Ling held the baby, muttering to herself.

Fortunately, the weather is finally starting to warm up.

Kang Kang and Lele are almost seven months old.

They are physically strong, far exceeding that of other children their age.

Chen Ling also dared to take them outside.

Especially after they were secretly taken into the cave and given a baptism, they were even less afraid of anything.

I often take him out for walks.

People often criticize him for walking his child while walking his dog.

It was just past noon that day.

The horse farm over there in the forest is almost finished.

The two little ones woke up and started getting restless.

There was no other way, so Chen Ling took them for a stroll over the forest farm.

The two little ones love watching animals.

My favorite thing to watch is the sika deer at home, and the three of them, Er Tuzi, flying around.

Speaking of Er Tuzi, he's been living a really comfortable life lately.

Since the heavy snow, basically no one has taken care of them.

Chen Ling didn't really care.

In addition to feeding them regular meals, we also give them extra snacks.

They hunt everything else on their own.

What a coincidence today.

When I took the kids for a stroll in the afternoon, Er Tuzi and his gang happened to be there.

And they're preparing to hunt in the forest.

Here at the deer farm.

The bald man was as large as an eagle, shaking his glossy, stiff feathers. His amber eyes were sharp and fierce, piercing the gray sky as if he had locked onto something.

It let out a short, sharp screech from its throat, like a gray lightning bolt, and "whoosh" it shot into the air.

Its two henchmen—two eagles—also took flight and soared into the sky.

Three eagles, like three sharpened throwing knives, spread their wings beneath the low-hanging, leaden-gray clouds.

They headed straight for the gentle slope of the forest farm east of the county town, which was completely covered by heavy snow.

"Wow—!"

In the air, Er Tuzi let out a piercing scream that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Suddenly, it folded its wings and, like a martial arts master performing a powerful downward strike, plummeted straight down from a height of tens of meters.

In the forest, a muntjac had just poked its head out of the bushes and, before it could even figure out which way was up, felt a huge shadow loom over it.

Immediately following was a sharp pain at the base of his neck, as the bald man's iron hook-like claws had already dug deep into the flesh and bone.

Before the muntjac could even let out a cry of pain, it was thrown to the ground by the force of the sudden fall.

Its four hooves twitched twice, and it was clear that it was about to kick.

The two henchmen next to him weren't idle either.

The one with bluish feathers flew silently close to the ground, as fast as a wisp of smoke.

A pheasant, its rear end sticking out, was scrambling for food in a snowdrift when it sensed the wind and tried to flap its wings, but it was too late!
The hawk's claws moved with ghostly speed, delivering a swift and deadly blow to the pheasant with a "whoosh," leaving it no time to even struggle.

The eagle with slightly yellow feathers was more domineering, setting its sights directly on a squirrel hopping on a pine branch.

The squirrel was clever; just as it was about to slip into the tree hole, the yellow eagle swung its wing and slapped it, making it stumble. Then, it stretched out its claws and grabbed the squirrel like it was squeezing a chick.

The squirrel's thin neck snapped shut with a "crack," and it fell completely silent.

The three birds of prey moved cleanly and swiftly, their ferocity beyond belief.

Each carrying its own spoils, flapping its wings, it didn't fly far, but hovered low over the forest, like three bombers patrolling its territory.

The way he was acting was as if he was showing off to the people working below.

"Hey! Mr. Chen is really something else. These kites he raises are amazing. They're like airplanes, even more impressive than fighter jets!"

Old Quan, the bricklayer, was smoking a pipe, squinting at the sky, his trowel making a "bang bang" sound as he pounded the bricks.

"Absolutely! Those claws are sharper than iron hooks! They pounce and hit their target every time!"

“In the past, people in our village would say that the rich and powerful kept dogs and eagles. They didn’t even need to take him hunting; the dogs and eagles would bring him back countless amounts of meat every day. Filling his stomach was a small matter; his pockets would be bulging…”

"Who knows, he was reluctant to spend that much money. He raised dogs and eagles like his own children."

"But those dogs and eagles are really good. They're useful for guarding the house, hunting, and even making money for Fugui. They should be part of the family."

The man mixing mud nearby laughed as he told them the story later. The foreigners were also dumbfounded.

The elderly Chinese man, Lao Huang, nearly dropped the half-brick he was holding onto his feet, his mouth agape, unable to close.

Jackson's eyes widened in disbelief, and the brick he had just picked up fell back onto the pile with a clatter, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He pointed at the giant gray shadow hovering in the sky, repeatedly exclaiming "Oh! My God!" His terror was almost as great as when he encountered evil spirits in Fenglei Town.

"Hahaha, look how scared old Jack is!"

"Those foreign devils have never seen the world, have they? The creatures that fly in the sky and run on the ground in our wealthy family are all sentient beings!"

A burst of proud laughter immediately filled the construction site.

"Eeya, eeya!"

The two babies in Chen Ling's arms also had bright eyes and were making random noises.

While making noises, her little hands kept scratching.

"Oh dear, we can't make such a commotion around here, or we'll scare the deer!..."

Zhao Dahai slapped his thigh and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Goodness, those three falcons really stole the show, causing a little commotion over at the deer enclosure.

Nobody expected this.

The three falcons that used to like hunting in the mountains or by the river have started causing trouble here in the forest today.

The sika deer temporarily housed at the farm were startled by the flapping of the three hawks. Several female deer pawed restlessly and stretched their necks to look up at the sky.

Fortunately, Erhei is usually quite capable of managing things.

You could say they manage it better than humans do.

Right now, it's patrolling the forest with its large pack.

Hearing Zhao Dahai shout, his ears perked up, and he let out a low "woo-woo" sound.

Goodness, that whimper sounds just like giving an order!

The pack of dogs that had been running around in small groups in the forest, chasing rabbits and pheasants, suddenly huddled together.

Big Blue Dog, hunting dogs, mongrel dogs, and several half-grown puppies gathered behind Erhei, making a grand display as if they were on parade.

Erhei's eyes swept across the room, his imposing presence even greater than that of the instructors.

It walked with steady steps, leading the pack of dogs at a leisurely pace toward the deer pen.

The pack of dogs also changed its formation. Several of the fiercest dogs automatically dispersed and slowly strolled around the perimeter of the deer enclosure, their eyes warily scanning the surrounding woods.

Just as a few restless young male deer were about to kick, Erhei suddenly raised its head and growled at it, its eyes cold and carrying an undeniable warning.

The male deer immediately wilted and obediently retreated back into the herd.

Erhei walked to the entrance of the deer pen, lay down on the ground, and stood there like a black iron tower.

Behind it, several mature and steady large dogs also lay down and guarded the door.

With a few of them there, the deer herd, which had been a bit restless just moments before, immediately calmed down, eating grass and ruminating as usual.

It's much easier to manage over at the sheepfold.

Sheep are timid, and they are already a little panicked when they see birds of prey flying in the sky.

But as soon as the pack of dogs came over, especially when Erhei squatted down by the sheepfold, the bleating goats and sheep stopped bleating.

Chewing on the hay with peace of mind, he would occasionally glance at Erhei with gentle eyes, as if he had found his pillar of support.

The chickens, ducks, and geese are all of the finest quality.

The white goose, which had been craning its neck to challenge the passing puppy, immediately shrank back and obediently strolled back into the puddle when it saw Erhei's dark eyes sweep over it.

The chickens were foraging in their coop, and when an eagle occasionally flew by, they would just coo a few times and not seem too alarmed...

In contrast, these poultry were already familiar with Er Tuzi and his companions.

Actually, it is.

The bald sparrowhawk, along with the eagles in the mountains, are natural enemies of poultry.

That's because there really is a bloodline suppression.

When the sparrowhawk arrives, many domesticated birds become as docile as quails.

Now that there are two bald guys, the chickens, ducks, and geese are the ones that get used to it the fastest.

Not afraid at all.

Deer are the most easily startled.

I've adapted to life here, but I haven't gotten to know my family members yet.

It can only be said that they were used to being wild in the mountains.

The instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, developed in the mountains, is still there.

The commotion amused the men on the construction site.

"It still has to be Erhei! That bastard is more effective than a production team leader!"

"That's right, none of those animals in the Fu Gui family are vegetarians! Even their chickens and ducks are practically sentient!"

"Look at that old hen, her eggs are bigger than everyone else's!"

Zhao Dahai, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shouted into the circle, "Jackson, Lao Huang, don't just stand there! Bricks! Move some bricks!"

"You workers aren't serious at all, not even as good as Erhei from Fugui's family. You need to have some drive when you're working, you know?!"

The foreigners hurriedly continued moving bricks, while Old Jack looked at the majestic Erhei and the orderly pack of dogs and livestock in the distance, his blue eyes filled with both surprise and a little fear.

Muttering to himself, "My goodness... this isn't a dog... it's practically a commander..."

"No wonder they came to their house first when looking for the Purple Qilin."

"It's unimaginable what would happen if that even bigger black dog got angry."

Erhei, with his sharp ears, seemed to have heard something. He lazily glanced at the foreigner and exhaled a puff of warm white breath from his nose.

That look in his eyes, as if he were looking at a few moving mud stakes, was filled with a sense of superiority based on species. (End of Chapter)