My 1995 Small Farm.

"Who's kidding you? They even sent me the letter, so it can't be fake."

Zhao Yubao immediately glared and puffed out his cheeks, which amused the two old ladies, who chuckled to themselves.

Old Zhong said, half-explaining and half-jokingly, "You're really carefree, kid. How can you be so casual about commissioning articles? It's your Uncle Zhao's articles that made you famous. Otherwise, just getting on the news and in the newspapers wouldn't get you into the mainstream."

"Oh, so there's a hierarchy of contempt in this circle, and they look down on ordinary people."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling shook his head vigorously: "Such an unfriendly circle, I won't get involved. Otherwise, people will think that I only got in because of Uncle Zhao's connections, and Uncle Zhao will lose face."

He wasn't unaware of the two old men's good intentions; he was simply too lazy to write.

Besides, he's not like he has nothing better to do.

They had been eyeing the female leopard for a year but hadn't caught it.

He recently encountered a yellow-throated marten, and he still doesn't understand what happened.

The tiger's den at home is not yet finished.

He didn't even have time to tidy up and set up the two top-quality fish tanks.

With the autumn harvest approaching, we also need to keep an eye on the green crops.

He's very busy, okay?

I don't have time to write articles.

"Damn it, you're so stubborn."

Zhao Yubao wasn't so angry just now, but after hearing these words and seeing Chen Ling's expression, he was truly enraged. He slapped his thigh, got up, and started pulling Chen Ling's ear.

"Such an honorable thing, others would be eager to have the chance but you're sticking your butt out and backing away, it really makes me so angry."

"Uncle Zhao, let's talk this out. Don't get angry; anger is bad for your health."

"I have nothing nice to say to you."

"Oh dear, I'm just a farmer, I'm not cut out for this, why are you so fixated on me?"

“No, I haven’t taught you properly. I’ve read your Hunter’s Notes. You are a hundred times better than Da Hai. I can’t let you continue to stagnate.”

"That doesn't count because I just wrote it randomly..."

At this moment, Rui Rui and the two tigers sat next to the two old ladies, teasing the kitten, watching the old lady and the young lady playfully bickering.

He turned to the two old ladies and said, "Daddy is naughty."

"Oh dear, look how well-behaved Rui Rui is. Did Daddy make Grandpa Zhao angry because he was naughty?"

This amused the two elderly ladies, who praised Rui Rui for being clever.

Later, Old Zhong also came over and peeked at the two tigers.

With Chen Ling's repeated instructions, Afu and Ashou have now concealed their sharpness in front of others. As long as Chen Ling is around, they are just like two big cats, docile and obedient, and even their every move is gentle and careful, calm and gentle.

They won't make people feel terrified or afraid to get too close to them.

Old Zhong wanted to paint a tiger.

He would peek at Afu and Ashou whenever he had the chance.

He ignored Zhao Yubao and Chen Ling making a fuss beside him.

After a while, things calmed down when two people came to the door.

These two men were none other than Wang Ershenzi's two sons, Wang Lihua and Wang Liguo.

One was in his thirties, and the other was in his forties. They were dressed more elegantly than the men in the village, and they had also come to deliver things to Zhao Yubao's family.

But they're giving things away.

This seemed a bit more deliberate and awkward compared to Chen Ling's act of giving gifts.

Leaving aside the various meats, Wang Liguo, who was a little younger, also gave the two old men two straight sticks, saying that they could use them as whips to herd sheep.

Wow, how thoughtful!

Unfortunately, neither of them wanted it.

Only after they left did Zhao Yubao calm down and snort, "Everyone else in the village is fine, but these two brothers are the most annoying."

Isn't it?

Even people like Liang Guizhen and her daughter wouldn't rush to get close to or curry favor with them.

But every now and then, they would treat the two professors like royalty.

At first, Zhao Yubao's family accepted the gifts politely and returned some of their own belongings, simply assuming it was the villagers' hospitality.

After learning who the two brothers were, he stopped accepting their services.

Unexpectedly, they persisted and today they even had a sudden inspiration to send over all the good materials for making sheep whips.

After Zhao Yubao finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Ling again and said, "You're annoying too."

"Say whatever you want. Anyway, I'd rather learn to paint from Uncle Zhong than write articles."

Chen Ling sat on a stone stool in the yard, leaned his arm against the tiger, and saw his son looking at him with a grin. His eyes lit up: "Hey? Why don't you teach Rui Rui in a couple of years, Uncle Zhao? Cultivate him from a young age, start from childhood. It's much easier to teach someone like me who has already gone astray, don't you think?"

"Get out of here. We'll talk about Rui Rui later. Don't try to push the blame onto the child."

Chen Ling pursed his lips, thinking that Old Zhao was too irritable today, so he took a tomato from the two old ladies' vegetable bowls, ate it with his eyes half-closed, and said no more.

……

Chen Ling dislikes writing formal texts.

Or it could be a more hardcore knowledge-based subject.

That kind of writing is too dry.

So even if someone asks him to write an article, he is extremely resistant, like a lazy animal that won't move no matter how hard you try, and will only go backwards when you try to get rid of it.

Little did he know that the treatment he received was something others could only envy.

Take, for example, the brothers Wang Lihua and Wang Liguo, who came to deliver gifts and try to get closer to the other side.

From the moment they returned to the village, they began to think about how to build a closer relationship with Zhao Yubao's family.

They felt that with such two great professors, it was utterly foolish of the villagers not to know how to make good use of them.

Sometimes, just by talking a few words, one's entire family can rise to prominence.

For example, when it comes to the next generation, if a child in the family is taking an exam, a single word from someone can really make a huge difference.

The reason why Chen Ling has been doing better and better in the past two years must be because of the help of these capable people.

This is one of the reasons why they wanted to come back to the village from outside.

The two brothers were arrogant and thought that compared to the ethereal Turtle King, these two great writers and painters were the real Buddhas, the kind that should be worshipped.

Unexpectedly, trying to get closer to them is becoming less and less effective.

Seeing Chen Ling so comfortable and at ease in the two old men's house, the two brothers were extremely jealous and envious.

They came in after hearing that the great writer Zhao was going to help Chen Ling write an article.

Chen Ling still refused to agree.

Enraged, the great writer Zhao took off his shoes and chased after him, who hid all over the yard.

Damn it, this is a nationally renowned writer guiding you in writing articles! At the very least, you can get the title of student or disciple.

Chen Ling didn't know how to cherish such a good thing; he was simply ungrateful and wasting a precious opportunity.

If such a good thing happened to them, they would probably be laughing in their dreams.

So much so that even after returning home, he kept muttering to himself with a sour look on his face.

Why does Chen Fugui, that orphan, always seem to have all the good things in life? He used to be a good-for-nothing and a lazy bum, so why is he doing so well?

……

Actually, to be honest...

Chen Ling was also puzzled as to why someone would ask him to write articles.

If it's a livestock magazine, I could probably manage to write an 800-word essay by myself.

But when it comes to formal commissioned articles, he really fell short.

What's even stranger is that Zhao Yubao, such a famous writer, could ask anyone but him. Why does he insist on clinging to him? Can he really see extraordinary talent from just his hunting notes? Is he exceptionally gifted?
Is that even possible? That's ridiculous!

It took several events before I gradually figured out what was going on.

Ultimately, it's because the pace of society isn't as fast right now.

People at this age have the patience to dedicate themselves to teaching a younger generation for years or even decades.

They have patience in all aspects and a calm mindset to get things done.

Talented people have the opportunity to be gradually honed and developed into useful individuals.

Just like when they cast Chen Ling in a TV series, why did they dare to cast an unknown young man like Chen Ling in classic novels like Water Margin and Journey to the West?
Aren't you afraid of messing it up?

The same principle applies: the pace is slow.

The filming time for a TV series is long enough to produce a complete set, and it takes several days or even half a month to get one or two shots.

Everyone is patient enough to polish it.

In that case, as long as the actor is willing to cooperate, the director and martial arts choreographer won't consider it a problem.

No martial arts skills? No problem. We'll teach you the moves step by step.

It's okay if your posture isn't good. We'll teach you step by step how to walk, how to cup your hands, and how to salute, until you're perfect.

If the actors have the right attitude and mindset, and are serious about filming, then none of these are problems.

"Alright, your father-in-law is calling for help, so we won't keep you any longer. Take this letter with you; you can write it whenever you're bored and feel like it."

At dusk, after the lynx returned, he said that Gao Xiulan had gone back to the village today and that Chen Ling should hurry back.

Chen Ling didn't linger any longer. He took the letter of commission from Zhao Yubao, picked up his son, and led the two tigers back to the farm.

Gao Xiulan came back for no other reason.

I just wanted to check on the old man and tidy up the medicinal herbs at home.

Many medicinal herbs need to be dried, steamed, or roasted with honey; they cannot be used immediately after harvesting.

Since Wang Susu became pregnant, her family has stopped letting her practice medicine, and they have accumulated a lot of these medicinal herbs.

She has now reopened her business in the county.

With a constant stream of patients and long queues, the medicinal herbs are consumed relatively quickly.

With Du Juan looking after her, Gao Xiulan hurried back to the village to fetch medicinal herbs.

He also instructed Chen Ling and his son-in-law to go to the mountains to dig up some medicinal herbs when they had nothing to do in the village.

Chen Ling went back to the county every night, so these words were naturally spoken to his father-in-law.

The old man had been a medicinal herb farmer for many years and had experience, so it wasn't a difficult task for him.

But Chen Lingnian thought that his father-in-law was both looking after the house and managing all the household affairs, so why should he let the old man go to the mountains to collect herbs? He quickly said, "Mom, there's no need to rush. I've been going into the mountains a lot lately, and I'll collect the herbs along the way. Last year, I went to the mountains with Dad to collect herbs, and Susu taught me a lot. I recognize most of the herbs and know how to dig them."

"That's fine. Then you should take Rui Rui back home as soon as possible, and take the medicinal herbs back with you too. Your second brother and sister-in-law will be coming over in a few days, so I'll tidy up at home."

"Second brother and sister-in-law are coming too? Okay, I got it."

Chen Ling knew that the elderly couple hadn't seen each other for a while and wanted to talk, so he didn't say anything more and hurried back to the county before the sun went down and it got too dark.

When they returned to the county, Wang Susu had already finished seeing the patients for the day and was washing the little white calf with Du Juan in the yard.

Heiwa Xiaojin lay sprawled out at the gate of the courtyard, lazily sticking out his tongue as he rested.

Chen Ling returned and then got up to greet him.

"It's so hot as soon as I get back to the county."

Chen Ling unloaded the medicinal herbs and the two deer, and seeing that Rui Rui ran to find Wang Susu as soon as he came down, he quickly told him to slow down.

"Is it hot? We don't think so. It's because you stay in the village all day."

Wang Susu looked up at him and laughed, "Have you been hunting in the mountains every day these past few days? You brought back two deer all at once."

“I don’t go every day. Today I dug a hole at home for Afu and Ashou to build a nest for them. This is from the deer I hunted yesterday.”

Chen Ling threw it on the ground: "Keep it fresh in our water tower, and let Heiwa and Xiaojin have something good to eat today too."

Venison, especially sika deer meat, is a favorite among wild animals.

The same goes for these things at home.

Let's not talk about Heiwa and Xiaojin.

Their hunting range is too wide.

Before we officially started hunting, we would spend our days wandering around the village with the stray dogs, catching everything from rats to snakes and insects.

After they started hunting, they encountered even more prey, including wild boars, wolves, and various creatures that flew in the sky and swam in the water.

But he still has a particular fondness for venison.

Afu and Ashou were made from wild boar blood, but they also preferred venison.

"Well, Fugui, you treat these dogs better than people... I thought you were going to cook a big meal tonight, bringing two deer with you, but I didn't expect you to bring them back to feed the dogs."

"Susu has been working so hard, don't you even bother to check on her?"

Du Juan looked like she was going to speak up for Wang Susu.

"I didn't say I wouldn't offer my condolences. I'm actually making chicken soup tonight."

Chen Ling quickly protested, then brought the deer closer to them to show them. This was an old deer, not very good for humans to eat, and it would be better to share it with the big eaters they kept at home as a reward.

Heiwa and Xiaojin have really put in a lot of effort lately.

So after the two women washed the little white calf, they took Rui Rui with them to help Chen Ling butcher the venison, and fed the dogs and tigers in the yard.

With little Rui Rui around, the commotion was quite significant.

Before long, a large group of people came to the house to watch.

Feeding dogs meat is so satisfying.

Seeing the tigers being fed meat is even more exciting!

Especially feeding two deer at once.

This level of wealth and power is something most people wouldn't witness.

Seeing the commotion, someone even complained to Chen Ling that someone had reported to the police station that he, the tiger, had eaten people, and told Chen Ling where he was from and where he lived.

Chen Ling just laughed it off.

Let them say what they want.

After dark, the chicken soup was almost ready, and Chen Ling was making pancakes.

Wang Zhenzhen and Xiaoyudian came back from playing wildly. As soon as they got home, they told her that they had encountered a female ghost while playing hide-and-seek by the river. The ghost had disheveled hair, wore white clothes, and stood motionless by the river, vaguely swaying back and forth. It was terrifying.

Adding to the fact that there was a power outage today, and it was dark so they couldn't see anything, none of them dared to go home from the riverbank. The group of kids all took a longer route home.

They even discussed going home and having their parents take them to worship the Turtle King, saying that the Turtle King was in charge of dealing with water ghosts on the riverbank and had saved many people.

"Female ghost? Where's the female ghost? I specialize in dealing with female ghosts!"

Chen Ling pulled out a steaming hot pancake, not taking it to heart at all. "Zhenzhen, you little coward. I was going to take you to the mountains for a trip in the middle of the night, but since you're so timid, let's just forget about it."

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