My 1995 Small Farm.

Forestry farm construction site.

Chen Ling had just returned on horseback when Rui Rui, that brat, burst out from behind the brick pile like a little firecracker, his eyes wide open:
"Dad! Little Huang!"

The brat still couldn't tell which one was Little Yellow, so he just called them all Little Yellow the weasel.

His shout startled Zhao Dahai, who was mixing mud, and he almost threw the pitchfork away.
"Hey, little darling, what are you yelling about? You're so unpredictable, always jumping around like that, you could scare someone to death..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Ling's coat bulged and moved a few times, and several fluffy little heads popped out from the collar.

Her little nose twitched, and her beady black eyes darted around—

What else could it be but those five weasels?

"Hey, a weasel! I haven't seen one all winter. Fugui, where did you find it?"

The lynx also came over, its face full of curiosity.

"If you ask me, I'd say it's because you've corrupted these little creatures. You've taught them to hunt, and they're definitely running wild in the mountains."

"With their tiny size, whatever happens in the mountains won't affect them..."

The lynx petted a few weasels and wanted to chatter on.

Rui Rui couldn't wait any longer. She kicked her little legs and pounced on Chen Ling, reaching out her little hands to grab him.

"Daddy, hug me! Rui Rui wants Little Yellow!"

Chen Ling dismounted with a smile. As soon as he opened his coat, the five weasels darted out and landed silently.

Little Huang was the most steady, squatting in place, turning his little head left and right, looking around at this unfamiliar and bustling place.

Little Fatty is also very obedient and honest.

The other three didn't care about any of that. Like wild dogs that had broken free, they followed the smell and rushed towards the dried wild boar meat hanging in the bamboo trays under the shed.

"Oh dear, you glutton! That dried meat has gone soggy, you can't eat it!"

Wang Susu was holding Lele and talking to Zhong Xiaoyun when she saw this and quickly called out.

late!

One of the cubs had already grabbed a strip of meat and turned to run away. The other two followed suit and pounced to snatch it.

The bamboo tray wobbled from the impact, spilling out several strips of wild boar meat.

"Rui Rui's!"

Rui Rui panicked when he saw this, broke free from his father's hand and rushed over, waving his chubby little hands wildly.

"You naughty boy! Little Yellow is being naughty, stealing food!"

He couldn't possibly keep up with those nimble little creatures.

Seeing the fattest one already snatching a piece of jerky and squeezing into a crack in the brickwork, happily munching away, the cat stamped its feet in frustration.
"Dad, catch Little Yellow!"

"The meat is mine, it belongs to Rui Rui!"

Everyone on the construction site was laughing hysterically.

Zhao Dahai pointed at Rui Rui, who was sticking out his little bottom and trying to reach into the crack in the bricks to catch a weasel, and slapped his thigh with laughter:

“Fugui, your child is a perfect match for these little bandits.”

Chen Ling was both amused and exasperated. She walked over and picked up her son, saying, "Alright, alright, wild boar meat isn't tasty, that's why it's made into jerky. Let them fight over it."

"Silly boy, you've got it all mixed up. What Dad gave you was beef jerky. Beef jerky is delicious..."

He pulled a few pieces of dry, hard beef jerky from his pocket, gave them to Rui Rui, and then took two more, waving them at the two weasels that were still peeking around:
"Little Yellow, Little Fatty, come here!"

Little Yellow and Little Fatty, being quite clever, hesitated for a moment before slowly approaching.

It carefully took the food from Chen Ling's hand, but instead of running away immediately, it squatted down at his feet and began to nibble at it.

Seeing this, the others slowly gathered around, begging for food from Chen Ling, and temporarily kept quiet.

Upon seeing this, Rui Rui forgot about the earlier "resentment over having his food taken away".

He squatted down, broke the jerky in his hand into small pieces, and carefully offered it to Xiao Huang's mouth: "Xiao Huang, eat, Rui Rui gave it to you, it's delicious!"

Little Yellow sniffed, then gently picked it up. Its little mustache tickled Rui Rui's palm, making him giggle.

With the addition of these five weasels, the forestry construction site became even more lively.

They are not afraid of people, darting in and out of brick piles and timber heaps, chasing wild cats and dogs attracted by the aroma of food, as well as birds and small animals, having a great time.

Occasionally, they would dart to the edge of a muddy puddle and curiously peek at their own reflection.

Rui Rui became their constant shadow, chasing after them one moment and trying to lead them towards Heiwa the next.

"Hey, smell this, Little Yellow!"

Heiwa merely lifted his eyelids lazily at these old acquaintances, yawned, and rested his big head on his front paws, too lazy to pay them any attention.

Xiao Jin remained vigilant, keeping a close watch to ensure that the small creatures wouldn't frighten the two smaller dolls.

As the sun began to set, the clapperboard signaling the start of lunchtime rang out at the construction site.

Rui Rui was covered in dirt and mud from playing, his little face flushed and sweaty. He was still clutching half a rice noodle stick that he had somehow found. He sat in a row in the shade of the brick pile with the five equally round-bellied weasels, watching the adults eat.

"Dad, let Xiao Huang come play again tomorrow."

Rui Rui mumbled as he gnawed on a rice noodle strip.

Chen Ling rubbed his head: "Okay, let them come again tomorrow, so they can watch the chicks hatch with you."

……

the next day.

After having breakfast, Chen Ling went back to Chenwangzhuang first.

There are actually people in the village these days.

For example, the city police officers live in the brigade's compound.

However, they were active at night and stayed up during the day, traveling back and forth between Chenwangzhuang and Jinmen Village.

Every night, a fully armed team would enter the mountains.

Searching for the "unknown creatures" causing trouble in the mountains.

indeed.

They do not believe in the so-called "over-mountain yellow" and other similar claims.

With guns and explosives at their disposal, they were both highly skilled and daring.

They were just as daring as Chen Ling. In order to complete the mission as quickly as possible, they chose to go into the mountains at night, deliberately harassing the "unknown creatures" in the shadows, hoping to lure them out.

Therefore, the movements are quite large.

During the day, it could be in any village.

Chen Ling ignored them.

He rode home on his own to pack up.

Back at the farm, we went straight to the tool shed.

Find the shovels, rakes, sickles, and other tools.

First, he carried a shovel to the edge of the pond.

The pond water was murky and covered with rotten leaves.

He rolled up his trousers, stepped barefoot into the still-cold mud, and began to clean the humus from the bottom of the pond.

This was hard work; the mud was deep and sticky, with a fishy, ​​stagnant smell.

Holding his breath, Chen Ling shoveled the dark, mushy mud into a pile, then shoveled it away into the cave.

This saves a lot of manpower.

Otherwise, even if he had strength, he wouldn't have expended it like this.

While clearing the silt, he didn't forget the crisscrossing irrigation ditches in the orchard.

These irrigation ditches, too, become quite clogged in winter due to lack of maintenance.

He dredged the canal, clearing away the fallen leaves and rotten grass that were blocking it, so that the water flowed smoothly again.

I came over after breakfast, and with the help of the cave, I worked until almost 11 o'clock before I finished.

The ponds and canals were only partially cleaned up.

Although the pond water was still a bit murky, the fresh soil at the bottom was already visible.

The clear water in the canal flowed with a gurgling sound.

Spring is here, so we should plant something to celebrate the season and add some life to it.

He thought about getting something pretty, beautiful, and with lots of blooming flowers.

He no longer cares about whether a variety is rare or not; the main thing is that it looks beautiful and blooms for a long time.

It can add some nice color to the farm.

So they picked out many varieties of flowers and plants from the small garden in the cave.

Planted in the corners of the wall.

The fence for the orchard was put up.

Add some red and pink decorations under the window.

The pond is humid, so aquatic life is essential.

Beside the orchard, in those empty spaces, I casually scattered a few handfuls of seeds of the 'Dongtian Xiaolanhua' orchid.

This plant is vigorous and beautiful; it grows rapidly in the wind and its flowers are colorful, making the whole summer lively.

As he worked, he shouted at the top of his lungs toward the sky:

"Baldy! Pigeon! Home at home—!"

The sound echoed through the empty farm.

The sparrows on the branches were startled and took flight in a flurry.

The pigeons we raise at home are quite intelligent; they used to be able to be called back from a great distance when we went to the county town or the village market.

Chen Ling knew they could definitely hear him.

So he would call out from time to time.

And so, after working for most of the day, I was covered in sweat.

Around noon, the warm sunlight shone on the newly cleared vegetable patch, and the earthy smell mixed with the fresh scent of grass finally brought a sense of familiarity.

Chen Ling wiped his face, straightened up, and prepared to go back to the county town for dinner.

Just then, a familiar "Coo-coo—coo-coo-coo—!" came from the horizon.

Chen Ling looked up.

A grayish-white cloud was seen moving rapidly toward the farm, getting closer and closer; it was his flock of pigeons.

The lead birds were particularly magnificent, their wings flapping powerfully.

They circled over the farm a few times, seemingly checking if the long-abandoned place was safe.

Upon seeing Chen Ling, the lead pigeon let out a clear coo and swooped down, landing steadily on the familiar old pigeon coop under the eaves.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of pigeons, like weary birds returning to their nests, landed one after another.

In no time, the eaves and walls of the farm were covered with the cooing figures.

Soon, in no time at all, the familiar smell of pigeon droppings filled the air with a crackling sound.

"Haha! Goodness! You guys eat and poop so much, I'm starting to regret calling you back!"

Chen Ling was delighted; the desolation in his heart was instantly dispelled by the return of these living creatures.

He took some corn kernels and sorghum from the cave and scattered them in the courtyard.

The pigeons immediately fluttered down, pecking at his food and nuzzling affectionately against his trouser legs.

Just as the flock of pigeons settled in, several high-pitched cries of eagles echoed from the sky!
Three black dots shot towards them like sharp arrows, moving at extremely high speed.

It was Baldy and his two henchmen!

They circled gracefully above the farm, clearly having spotted Chen Ling and the flock of pigeons on the ground...

The bald man's sharp eyes swept over the familiar orchard and pond, and finally he let out a short chirp.

The birds around the farm were startled and scattered.

The two eagles also landed, folded their wings, and landed steadily on the sturdy wooden stakes that had been specially erected for them in the orchard.

His arrogant demeanor was truly awe-inspiring; noisy birds and rats digging holes were all scared away and kept their distance.

"Alright, alright, you can settle down here for now and look after the house for me. I'll come back every few days, so that our house won't be ruined by wild animals when the weather gets warmer." (End of Chapter)