My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 382 Chen Ling's Disappointment

"Wow, it's only been a short time, and your village has become so prosperous."

Early in the morning, Zhao Dahai stood at the entrance of the farm, munching on a steamed bun and holding a salted duck egg, and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Dahai and his group arrived early. He had known Chen Ling for so long that he was not at all shy. After arriving at dawn, they had breakfast at the farm.

In the short time it took to eat a meal, the area outside the farm became lively. Now, taking advantage of the rising sun and the fine weather when the morning dew was about to dissipate, groups of tourists strolled around the orchard.

Some were taking photos, some were setting up easels to sketch, and some were taking children to catch fish and tadpoles, or to catch butterflies in the flowers and plants...

Heiwa Xiaojin also led the large group out to welcome guests, fulfilling his responsibility of maintaining order at the farm very well.

"Just like last year, it's only a short-term issue. If the transportation problem isn't solved, even tourists who truly love the scenery here won't make a special trip from so far away in the future."

Chen Ling carried the small blackboard and hung it on a tree next to the pavilion.

"You're right, but I see that your county takes it quite seriously. They even carved a giant stone turtle and placed it in the reservoir to keep it safe. Maybe they'll start building roads in a while."

Zhao Dahai mumbled something, taking a bite of steamed bun and a bite of salted egg while eating and talking.

As he watched the number of visitors to the orchard gradually increase, he patted his forehead in frustration: "I was planning to unload the utility poles from the truck and put them at your farm, but it seems that won't work now."

"It's okay, go ahead and release it. There's plenty of open space behind my estate."

Chen Ling looked up at him strangely.

"No, no, this place is so beautiful. People come here specifically for this. Putting a bunch of concrete utility poles here would be completely out of place and would spoil the view."

Zhao Dahai shook his head.

"Hey, it's nothing, it's really okay..."

Chen Ling glanced at the fat man's face and laughed, "If you really don't want to put it here, just have someone move it to the threshing ground. That place is flat and spacious, right at the village entrance, and it's easily accessible from all directions, so you can plant the poles in any direction."

"Hey, that's good, let's put it in the threshing ground then."

Zhao Dahai's eyes lit up; he had almost forgotten about the threshing ground.

He wanted to unload that truckload of utility poles at Chenling Farm.

Firstly, I have a good relationship with Chen Ling, and I want to plant more trees for him here later.

Secondly, nearly half of the local utility poles need to be planted on the mountain. Each pole has to be carried up the mountain from the bottom, and then the process of digging holes, planting poles, and then stringing wires is carried out.

Sometimes, explosives are also required.

The hardships involved are unimaginable.

So Zhao Dahai thought that since the farm was close to the mountain, it would be more convenient to carry the load up the mountain from here.

"You've had a tough six months. Last time, when Lynx and I went to your house to look for you, you weren't there."

Chen Ling noticed that the fat man had visibly lost weight, and his skin had turned a dark reddish-brown. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "What, so you can't slack off this time?"

"Don't even mention it, I still want to slack off."

Zhao Dahai smiled bitterly upon hearing this, took a bite of his steamed bun and sighed: "Now that the country is richer, it is imperative to bring electricity to the countryside. Ten or twenty years ago, a village, no matter how big or small, was considered lucky if it had three utility poles. Look at it now, a whole truckload is hauled in at once, and it's a struggle to finish planting them within the allotted time. How can I not personally help out?"

"Besides, this job is tiring, and we have to climb mountains. Damn it, if I just slack off and don't work, then other people will complain and start to slack off too. If we don't finish the task, they'll blame me in the end."

After hearing this, Chen Ling found it even more amusing and said, "It's good that you can't slack off. Take this opportunity to get rid of all your fat. I can take you hunting in the mountains this winter. Otherwise, if you're still as fat as before, you'll be out of breath after just a few steps. Who would dare take you into the mountains?"

"Hehe, don't worry, Fugui. I'm in great shape now. I've been climbing up and down for the past six months, and I've even developed some muscle in my legs. You can feel it if you don't believe me."

When Zhao Dahai heard Chen Ling say he would take him hunting in the mountains, his eyes lit up...

Then he gave a thumbs-up and patted his chest loudly, praising himself.

Finally, he grabbed Chen Ling's hand and made Chen Ling touch the muscles on his leg.

"roll roll roll."

Chen Ling pushed him away in disgust.

Zhao Dahai laughed and then mentioned that Shanmao was getting married soon, and that he would probably still be busy with other things here.

They would go back to the city together then. As they talked about this, Chen Ling let all the chickens, ducks and livestock out, and also rummaged through the sand that had been brought back yesterday into the yard.

Zhao Dahai went back to the kitchen, drank a bowl of porridge, and then led his men to the threshing ground to unload the truck.

The next step was to survey the terrain and location, dig holes, and plant utility poles.

Chen Ling couldn't help either, only saying that when it was time to carry it up the mountain, he should come and call him, as he was strong and this little bit of work was nothing to him.

Zhao Dahai readily agreed, thinking that he would become rich and powerful; others wouldn't even offer such help.

Then he found his own thoughts ridiculous. If Fugui wasn't that kind of person, how could he and the others, including Shanmao, have grown closer to him and become good brothers?

In the morning, after Wang Susu had recovered from the novelty of her son calling her "Mom," Chen Ling took the opportunity to snatch her son away and held him in the small pavilion in the bamboo forest, where they played together while watching waves of tourists taking pictures around the little white calf and the little blue horse.

Don't be fooled by the fact that many men like to take photos with horses.

But regardless of whether you take a picture with the little blue horse or not, you won't miss the little white cow in the end.

This cow is so clean and beautiful, with snow-white fur, every single hair is spotless. Not to mention young women and wives, even men of all ages can't help but smile when they see it, and want to reach out and touch it.

Taking a photo with the little green horse might seem expensive at ten yuan per person, but if you take a photo with the little white cow, you'll be happy to pay ten yuan per person.

Even if the adults have a few complaints, seeing their children happily climbing onto the back of the little white calf, riding on the tall and beautiful white calf, and looking so joyful, makes them feel that the money was well spent.

Unfortunately, this big white bull has a very strange temper. It only allows children to ride it, not adults. Adults can only take pictures with it from the sidelines. Otherwise, they would never complain.

Gradually, people discovered more of the little white calf's intelligence. For example, it would play and frolick with Chen Ling's family, help Chen Ling take care of the children, and when Rui Rui wanted to pet it, it would kneel down and bring its big head close to let the little baby touch it.

All of this, coupled with the fact that many villagers and children in the village also joined in the commotion, led many tourists to believe that the little white calf was a divine calf.

As word spread, more and more people lined up to take photos.

Chen Ling was filled with a sense of bewilderment and helplessness. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet the turtle he raised had become a turtle king, and the cow he raised had been passed down as a divine cow.

This is just like some deliberate propaganda in later times, seizing on a selling point and making a big deal out of it, publishing articles in newspapers and magazines, appearing on television, and then attracting people to travel there.

The methods are quite similar.

Of course, this is now done spontaneously by tourists, and he doesn't object to it.

It's just a pity that even though I take such good care of my dog, no one seems to be blaming it.

Even if someone asks about the dog, they just want to ask for puppies.

This made him a little disappointed.

After all, his original intention was to promote the local dog breed.

It seems we missed the dog deal, but perhaps we can use the white calf incident to promote local yellow beef.

As for whether it's a water buffalo or a yellow ox, it doesn't matter, since they're both oxen anyway.

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A side note.

A supplementary agreement was signed stipulating that updates cannot be interrupted during the period when the big shot booked the entire venue.

In addition, my parents have contracted the virus in the last two days.

Fever, sore throat, dry heaving, chills, bedridden and needs care, house is a mess.

I've been writing 2,000-word chapters these past few days to ensure I can update daily during the exclusive release period and guarantee a continuous update schedule.

Today, I'll try my best to write another two thousand words.

I also told the operations manager that this first book encountered all sorts of problems, and I was afraid that people would find it annoying, so I couldn't talk about it.

I don't want to pass on the negative energy in my life to everyone.

Thank you for your continued support, both new and old readers. I am deeply sorry and bow in apology.

(End of this chapter)