Forest Ranger: Help! A golden eagle cub is relying on me

Chen Chuan ignored the exclamations about his "iron stomach" in the live broadcast room. His expression was calm, as if eating cold dishes in extremely cold weather was a very common thing. This formed a sharp contrast with the reactions of the audience in the barrage who wanted to wrap themselves tightly in quilts.

He rinsed the Altai dog flower in the enamel basin carefully several times with clean water to wash away the dust and tiny ice crystals that might be on it. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and were very different from the quick and decisive way he usually handled his prey.

"That alone is not enough."

Chen Chuan spoke to himself in a low voice, but it came through the drone's microphone clearly. This casual remark paved the way for his next preparations.

He wiped his hands, turned and walked towards the backyard of the cabin. His steps were still steady, which alleviated his fatigue from trudging in the snow.

The drone camera followed closely behind, passing through the slightly narrow back door, and an open space covered with thick snow appeared before the audience. The monotonous white was in a completely different world from the hustle and bustle of the animals in the front yard.

On one side of the open space, there is a simple semicircular shed covered with thick plastic film. The snow on the roof has been cleared, revealing the vague green underneath. This deliberate maintenance forms an artificial trace against the surrounding natural snow scene.

"Hey, is Brother Chuan going to his vegetable garden?"

"With the mountain covered in snow, how could there be anything in the vegetable shed? They must have all been frozen into popsicles. This is completely different from what I imagined a vegetable shed to be."

"I remember the anchor used to eat fresh vegetables every day. Could it be that they were taken from here? This is in contrast to his previous vague explanation of the source of food."

Chen Chuan walked to the entrance of the greenhouse, which was a simple door curtain made of wood and an old quilt. He reached out and lifted the thick quilt, and a warm and humid air mixed with the fragrance of soil and plants blew in his face, forming a sharp temperature difference with the biting cold wind outside the door.

The drone camera followed closely and moved in.

The next second, all the typing viewers in the live broadcast room seemed to have their movements paused, and the scrolling comments froze for a moment, forming a sharp contrast to the previous liveliness.

The interior of the greenhouse is completely different from the icy and snowy scene outside.

On the neat rows of vegetable plots, there are green vegetables, purple eggplants, cucumbers with water droplets hanging on them, red tomatoes, and even a few peppers with small fruits. They are full of vitality and growing well. The emerald green and the pale white outside the shed are two seasons apart.

The warm and humid air, mixed with the fragrance of soil and plants, and the dry and cold air outside the shed formed an olfactory paradise and hell.

"I... am I seeing right? Is this true?!"

"No, this is unscientific! People are freezing outside, how come it's like spring in Brother Chuan's shed? This is a stark violation of the laws of nature!"

"I see Brother Chuan eating fresh vegetables every day, and I thought they were in stock or from some special source, but...it turns out he grew so many himself?!"

"Wait a minute, the point is, Brother Chuan obviously eats this every day, how come it seems like there is no shortage of this vegetable?! The growth rate is totally not proportional to the consumption rate!"

"That's right! It's been snowing for half a month, and he's eating different kinds of food every day. How come the vegetables in the shed are still as lush as if they were just planted? This is a huge paradox of common sense!"

"Brother Chuan, tell me the truth. Did you secretly use some plant growth hormones, or is there a hot spring under your shed? This unreasonable harvest is in a completely different realm from the normal planting cycle!"

After a brief period of silence, the comments in the live broadcast room suddenly exploded like a ignited barrel of explosives, with more intense exclamations and questions than ever before. The dense text almost completely covered the screen, forming a huge contrast with Chen Chuan's calm action of selecting vegetables at this moment.

Chen Chuan ignored the question marks that were almost rushing out of the screen. He bent down and carefully selected a few of the freshest-looking vegetables. He gently pinched the stems with his fingers. The crisp breaking sound was particularly clear in the quiet vegetable shed, and it was different from the sound of wind and snow outside.

He picked two more plump tomatoes. The bright red color was particularly attractive against the green leaves, forming a color collision with the pale purple Altai dogwa flower in his hand.

His face still had that calm expression, as if the vegetables in the shed were supposed to be like that. This calm attitude formed a sharp contrast with the shocked reactions of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Chen Chuan put the picked vegetables and tomatoes into a bamboo basket. The fresh colors and the simplicity of the bamboo basket formed a natural harmony.

He turned around and faced the people behind the drone camera who were still madly swiping the screen in amazement, with a faint arc on the corner of his mouth. This calmness was in two completely different worlds from the excitement in the live broadcast room.

"Maybe it's better for me to grow vegetables."

He said it lightly, his tone as casual as if he was saying that the weather was nice today. This ease formed a huge contrast with the unreasonable abundance in the shed.

Only Chen Chuan himself knew that this was not "better" at all. It was clearly the "Jin Ke La" produced by the system that was exerting an unimaginable effect. The secret in his heart and the humility he displayed were two different truths.

Because of his Versailles-like answer, the barrage of comments fell into a new round of complaints and worship. The virtual hustle and bustle was a completely different atmosphere from the tranquility in the vegetable shed.

Chen Chuan carried the bamboo basket, lifted the thick quilt curtain, and returned to the snowy outdoors. The sudden temperature difference made him squint his eyes slightly. This physiological reaction contrasted with his inner calm.

He raised his head as usual, looking over the courtyard wall toward the not-so-distant mountain behind. The outline of the mountain seemed particularly clear after the snow, completely different from the blurry scene when the wind and snow were everywhere before.

With just one glance, the ease on his face disappeared quietly, replaced by a solemnity. This change in expression was completely different from his previous indifference.

On the sunny slope of the back mountain, a thick layer of new snow had accumulated at some point. The dazzling white was somewhat glaring in the sunlight, forming a clear boundary with the slightly older snow on other parts of the mountain.

The new snow is loose and thick, like a restless quilt, covering the steep mountain. Beneath the seemingly peaceful scene, there lurks a deadly crisis, which is two extremes from the stability of the courtyard in front of us.

avalanche.

These two words were like ice cones, instantly piercing into Chen Chuan's mind, causing his heart to suddenly tighten. This sudden alertness formed a sharp conflict with the satisfaction of having just harvested the vegetables.

The continued low temperature, coupled with the heavy snow in previous days, has caused the temperature to rise slightly as the sun comes out, and the snow structure has become extremely unstable. This subtle climate change is a terrifying cause and effect for the disaster it may cause.

No, I have to go up and take a look.

Once this thought came up, he could no longer suppress it. The sense of responsibility from the forest ranger drove him, and formed an inner struggle with the consideration of personal safety. He put the bamboo basket in his hand under the eaves, turned around and prepared to go back to the house to get some necessary tools. His decisive action was slightly different from his usual calmness.

"Woof!"

A familiar dog bark came from behind him. He didn't know when Dahuang had come to his feet. He was looking up at him with his pure eyes and his tail wagging gently. The posture was different from his usual lazy appearance.

It seemed to sense the unusual tension in Chen Chuan's body, and its sharpness contrasted with its honest appearance.

On the other side, a little kitten, whose entire body was snow-white, with only the tips of its ears and the end of its tail having a hint of light orange, took somewhat staggering cat steps and poked its little head out from the threshold. It was none other than "Cheese" whom Chen Chuan had rescued from the snow pile not long ago. At this moment, it was gazing at Chen Chuan curiously with its round blue eyes. Its childish appearance formed a lovely contrast with its intention to follow.

Cheese meowed softly, a sound so light that it was almost blown away by the wind, but it clearly expressed his desire to go along. His courage was in stark contrast to his petite body.

Chapter 830: Fun in the Snow Mountain
Chen Chuan placed the basket of juicy green vegetables steadily on the stone steps under the eaves. The freshness and the cold stone surface formed a brief touch.

He turned around, his movements showing an unquestionable determination, completely different from the leisurely manner in which he had just picked the vegetables.

The sight of fresh snow on the back mountain was like an invisible thorn piercing his heart. The uneasiness was incompatible with the warmth in the wooden house.

He had to go up and confirm. This was his instinct as a ranger, and the trade-off between this and his own safety seemed insignificant at this moment.

"Wang!"

Da Huang had come over without anyone noticing. It nudged Chen Chuan's trouser leg with its wet nose. Its clear eyes were full of inquiry, completely different from its usual lazy appearance.

It seemed to sense the sudden rise of tension in Chen Chuan, and its sharpness contrasted with its honest appearance.

"Meow~"

A little kitten, whose entire body was snow-white with only light orange accents on the tips of its ears and tail, poked its head out from behind the threshold with unsteady cat steps.

It's cheese.

Its round sapphire eyes were staring at Chen Chuan without blinking, full of the pure curiosity unique to small animals, forming a lovely contrast with its intention to follow.

Chen Chuan lowered his head and looked at the two furry heads, one big and one small, at his feet. The solemnity in his heart seemed to be diluted a little by this silent company. This subtle warmth formed a counteraction with the potential danger in the mountains.

He didn't say much, but turned back to the house, took out a machete and put it on his waist, and found a sturdy trekking pole and held it in his hand. This simple equipment formed a sharp contrast with the unknown he was about to face.

When I walked out of the cabin again, Rhubarb and Cheese were already waiting at the door. Their tacit understanding was completely different from their occasional fights on weekdays.

"Let's go."

Chen Chuan's voice was low, with a barely perceptible hoarseness. This brief instruction did not match the seriousness of his heart.

The often-traveled path leading to the back mountain has now been completely covered by thick snow, without even a trace of it being found. The mighty force of nature and the road opened up by humans have formed a fragile confrontation.

This means that he needs to take a longer detour, where the rugged and flat feelings are two different things.

Walking in the snow is more physically demanding than usual. With every step, the snow will cover the ankles, making a "crunching" sound. This monotonous rhythm is the only embellishment to the silence of the forest.

Dahuang seemed particularly excited. He led the way in front, digging the snow with his four paws rapidly. He looked back at Chen Chuan from time to time, wagging his tail like a rattle. His energy was at a completely different speed from Chen Chuan's steady pace.

Cheese seemed to be struggling. Its small body was almost buried in the deep snow. It had to struggle to climb out of the snow pit every few steps. Its embarrassment contrasted with its stubbornness in refusing to give up.

After walking for a while, Cheese seemed to have found new fun, a different state of mind from the simple trek before.

It quietly lurked not far behind Dahuang, its snow-white body forming almost perfect camouflage in the snow, with the orange color on the tip of its ears being the only flaw.

It lowered its body and swung its tail gently behind it, imitating the posture of an adult cat before hunting. Its serious look formed a lovely contrast with its small size.

"Meow!"

With a fierce cry, Cheese suddenly jumped out from the snow. With its small mouth that had not yet grown all its teeth, it symbolically took a bite on Rhubarb's thick hind leg with a force no different from a mosquito bite.

After the attack was successful, Cheese immediately turned around and dived into the snow pile next to it, leaving only a small orange tail tip swaying outside. It seemed to firmly believe that it had been perfectly hidden, but this naivety was different from its actual exposure.

Dahuang was slightly stunned by this sudden "attack". He stopped, looked down at his hind legs, then looked at the tip of his tail trembling in the snow. A hint of imperceptible indulgence flashed in his eyes, which was completely different from his usual image of awe-inspiring behavior.

It pretended to look around and made a puzzled "woooo" sound in its throat. Its coordinated acting skills were different from its true insight.

Cheese held his breath in the snow pile, secretly observing Rhubarb's reaction. Seeing that Rhubarb really didn't seem to notice him, a smug look appeared on his little face, and that secret joy formed a contrast with his held breath.

It thought its hiding was flawless, and this confidence, combined with Dahuang's full knowledge, formed a silent tacit understanding.

Chen Chuan lowered his head and looked at the two furry heads, one big and one small, at his feet. The solemnity in his heart seemed to be diluted a little by this silent company. This subtle warmth formed a counteraction with the potential danger in the mountains.

He said nothing more, but turned back to the house, took out a machete and put it on his waist, and found a sturdy hiking pole and held it in his hand. This simple equipment formed a sharp contrast with the unknown he was about to face. (End of this chapter)