My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 569 Shop
Prior to this, Chen Ling knew nothing about the mountain goat's fur except that it wasn't as valuable as a weasel's.

This time, only.

It was only after discovering their unusual ferocity beneath their small size that I gradually became interested.

So that day, Chen Ling tormented the two yellow-throated martens in the cave for most of the night.

Then he found out.

This type of small animal has an extremely vengeful nature.

Once they consider you an enemy, they'll hate you more than a weasel.

Moreover, he has an extremely strong temper.

Inside the cave, Chen Ling used his special abilities to train leopards and jackals, making them tremble with fear.

Even if the jackal turns around, it will still glare fiercely behind his back.

At least outwardly they would be afraid of him.

But the yellow-throated marten doesn't.

He remained fierce and fearless even in front of him, his eyes red as if he wanted to bite someone.

Chen Ling felt that this little thing's extreme and irritable personality was even a bit like that of an African honey badger.

In the end, he himself was helpless: "Damn it, I wanted to train them into two secret weapons to take into the mountains, but they're so difficult to manage."

It's impossible to enlighten them with such a personality.

The only way is to raise the child from a young age after it has been born.

Right now, it's not feasible to expect them to have baby minks anytime soon, so it's better to call the weasel back home.

Let's call the weasels back and have some fun with them, so they can get used to the personalities of minks and weasels, and figure out how to train them and how to take them hunting.

"Let's leave it at that for now and call Little Yellow and Little Fatty's family back first."

After leaving the cave, Chen Ling stuffed a few pieces of raw meat into a small hole in the wall behind the kitchen, about the size of a teacup.

Chen Ling deliberately left this hole in the wall, intending to use it when installing water pipes or electrical wires; it's a backup.

Later, several weasels liked to sneak in and out of this place.

Chen Ling had carefully crafted little nests for them, but none of them actually lived there. They preferred to come here, sometimes even staying inside the wall.

Gradually, after this habit was formed, Chen Ling would put some food in the hole to call them back, and they would often run back the next day.

After setting the meat away, it was already late.

Ah Fu and Ah Shou guarded the newly built tiger's den, refusing to budge. Only when they heard Chen Ling's footsteps would they peek out from the cave entrance on the inside of the manor.

Rui Rui had also fallen asleep in front of Wang Cunye.

He played all day long, digging holes in the morning and playing in the water in the afternoon. The little rascal is really tired today.

Before he could return to the county town and see Wang Susu, he fell asleep on a deck chair at the farm.

Since that's the case, Chen Ling decided not to return to the county town.

After attaching two more mosquito-repelling fire ropes, the father-in-law and son-in-law sorted out the herbs they had dug up that afternoon, as well as the medicinal materials from the sika deer, wild boar, and other wild animals they had previously collected in the yard.

There were even dried snakes that his father-in-law had smoked and dried.

After sorting them, they will be given to Wang Susu.

Never thought about it.

I slept in the village for one night, and it started raining in the morning.

The autumn rain, carrying a hint of coolness, fell from the gray sky, shrouding the mountains and reservoirs in a misty haze.

Rui Rui rubbed his sleepy eyes, climbed out of his crib, looked around but couldn't find Wang Susu, so he anxiously ran out and called for his mother everywhere.

"Mom isn't here. I'll look for her when I get back."

Chen Ling was watching the rain from the window when she saw this and came out, grabbed him, and carried him back inside to get dressed.

It's raining and getting chilly, so we can't run around naked anymore.

"Daddy, I don't want to wear it, I want to go poop."

"Put it on before you go to poop, otherwise you'll catch a cold and your tummy will hurt."

Chen Ling pulled him to his side, roughly put his clothes on him, and then hurriedly went downstairs to help him defecate.

If it doesn't rain.

In that small courtyard in the county town, he could defecate from inside the yard all the way outside the door.

Now that it's raining, he won't behave even when Chen Ling is holding him to poop.

He pulled Chen Ling to move him to a different spot. Chen Ling thought there was too little dirt here, and the ground was all paved with bluestone, so he took him to the backyard, under the eaves behind the kitchen.

While watching Afu and Ashou, she helped them defecate behind the kitchen.

Even after watching for a long time, Ah Fu and Ah Shou still didn't come out.

It wasn't until they finished wiping Rui Rui's bottom and went over with an umbrella that they discovered the two tigers were snoring loudly and fast asleep deep inside their cave.

Rainy days are perfect for sleeping in.

Tiger's Den was very dry and warm yesterday after Chen Ling and Lynx used fire to heat it up.

Ah Fu and Ah Shou lived very comfortably inside. At this time, it was gloomy and rainy outside, so they huddled in the cave, like two big cats, lazily sleeping. It looked very enjoyable.

Rui Rui wanted to climb in and join in the fun, but Chen Ling dragged her away.

Then they prepared to return to the county town so as not to worry Wang Susu.

As for Afu and Ashou, there's no need to worry about them. Tigers are different from humans; they don't need to eat three meals a day on time. Today it's raining, and they're not in the mood to eat anyway, so just let them stay home and sleep peacefully.

Chen Ling and his son then returned to the county town with the lynx.

For the past two days, Lynx has been staying in his parents' yard. Chen Ling gave him a jar of medicinal wine, which he brewed and drank every day, pretending to be trying hard to conceive in front of his parents.

That way, the elderly couple won't have to nag him all the time.

The two adults and one child returned to the county town, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Wang Susu and Du Juan were dispensing medicine for someone in the main room on the first floor. This person was from the vicinity of the county town and said that his child had been frightened.

I keep having nightmares at night and I cry all the time.

Then he continued talking about seeing a female ghost by the river and asked Wang Susu if she knew how to call back a ghost.

In the past two days, many people have come looking for her, all saying that the white-clad female ghost is looking for a scapegoat or something. Quite a few adults and children have been frightened and developed health problems.

This troubled Wang Susu greatly, as this was a disease that her sister-in-law Xiufen was skilled at treating, and she had no idea how to cure it.

Fortunately, Wang Zhenzhen wasn't frightened at home. Perhaps it was because Gao Xiulan had taken her youngest daughter to the river to offer incense to the old turtle that Wang Zhenzhen felt at ease and everything was fine.

Although Wang Susu was gentle by nature, she was not a bold woman.

Hearing about ghosts and gods can also be frightening.

But for some reason this year, when I hear people talking about female ghosts and such, that feeling has faded. After thinking about it, I think it might be because of my two big dogs and my big white cow.

It makes her feel more secure.

Not to mention Heiwa and Xiaojin, even if Xiaobainiu swims back to the village during the day, he will swim back again at night in the dark.

That's what happened last night.

With a cow like this, what's there to be afraid of, whether it's a ghost or not?
So no matter what these patients said or how terrible the scene was, she remained unfazed.

When patients come to get their medicine, she prescribes calming decoctions or similar remedies.

If they came to her for a soul-calling ritual, she was powerless to help, so she asked Sister Xiufen in the village for assistance. It was raining today, and after finally getting rid of the family who wanted the soul-calling ritual, Wang Susu finally had time to hold her son.

Du Juan said from the side, "What's with that female ghost these past two days? Was it someone deliberately causing trouble? It seems to be wandering around our neighborhood."

Chen Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "You mean the people I had a conflict with with Lynx last time, were Chen Gulu and his group?"

"Yes, Fugui, you keep both dogs and tigers. They dare not enter the house, so they can only cause trouble outside. I've even heard people say that tigers can attract ghosts. Some people are guessing that it's your tiger."

Do you think someone did this on purpose?

Du Juan said this.

Chen Ling and Shanmao exchanged a glance, then looked at Wang Susu and shook their heads, saying, "It shouldn't be. The story of the female ghost is quite detailed, and many people have encountered her. Chen Gulu's family can't cause any trouble now that Erzhu is gone."

Even if Wang Chunyuan's family all came together, it would still be difficult.

Besides, in our rural area, we have plenty of underhanded and vicious tricks; dressing up as a female ghost is really not a mischievous idea that we in the countryside would come up with.

Wang Susu also said, "Many people are superstitious about this and keep their distance. No one dares to put on the clothes and dress up as a ghost."

"Oh, I didn't think of that."

Dujuan gave an "oh" and then continued to ponder.

"Alright, Zhenzhen is calling for dinner, so stop thinking about this. I'll go get breakfast. It's raining so hard, let's eat quickly."

When Chen Ling heard the little girl calling from the kitchen, he went out with an umbrella to fetch the pots and pans.

This morning, Gao Xiulan made vegetable pancakes. There were leftover green beans and vegetables at home, so she mixed them into the dough to make pancakes, or steamed them into buns.

It's delicious.

Chen Ling ate five in one go, and Shanmao ate three. After they finished eating, they saw that the rain had lessened, so they took their umbrellas and went out to call Han Ninggui.

I couldn't get through to them when I tried to inquire about the yellow-throated marten.

It finally got through today.

Then they started talking about the yellow-throated marten.

It's pretty much what Chen Ling knows so far.

Han Ninggui summarized it more simply, saying that even if you raise this thing from a young age, it's like raising a cat. Don't expect it to be very loyal to you. If there's meat to eat, it will stay at home; if there's no meat to eat, it won't linger at all and will leave more decisively than anyone else.

Yellow-throated martens are like cats; you have to coax them.

If you upset it, who will serve you?

Moreover, these creatures live in matriarchal groups, enjoy fighting in groups, and can communicate with each other. If they can't stay at home, they will be lured back to the mountains by their own kind.

Chen Ling frowned as he listened, thinking that he would try raising two mink cubs later, and if it really didn't work, then he would give up.

Seeing that Chen Ling was backing down, Lynx suddenly became very interested and said to Han Ninggui on the phone, "Teacher, Fugui has backed down. It's rare for him to find something difficult. I'll have to take on the challenge of training the sable."

I'll use adult mink for training; if that doesn't work, I'll keep them in cages.

Chen Ling laughed upon hearing this. He had already tested it in the cave, and this little thing was not easy to train. However, he knew that lynxes liked these strange and unusual things, so he didn't discourage him.

Let him have fun; who knows, there might be a pleasant surprise.

After all, even a grotto-heaven isn't omnipotent; it's just more time-sensitive.

Han Ninggui found it amusing and said, "It's good that Fugui doesn't want to do it. I'll teach you when the time comes. I actually know a few old masters who train eagles and minks. It's said that their ancestors could even train otters well."

"Otters? Water dogs? We have trained ones here too."

As far as Chen Ling knew, there were many stories about people training otters in villages like Kinmen Village or Tenghe Township.

When otters were more numerous, even wild otters would become friendly to people if fed a few times.

Like pigeons, they are relatively gentle.

Of course, its fighting ability is not weak, just like that of a small animal like the yellow-throated marten.

There are very few of them now, or rather, they no longer exist in the local area.

The wheat field tortoises have all come out, but Chen Ling thinks the otter is probably still in trouble.

Han Ninggui was delighted to hear this: "Oh, so that means wherever there are otters, there will be a 'wildlife'? This can be considered an intangible cultural heritage."

Next time I visit you, I'll definitely have to keep a good acquaintance.

"It's hard to say. Next time I'll take you to my brother-in-law's house. They used to keep giant pandas there many years ago."

Chen Ling joked.

He then went on to recount many strange sights and experiences he had encountered in the mountains.

The three of them chatted on the phone for a while.

After they finished talking, Chen Ling called Zhao Gang again. Zhao Gang had actually been waiting for Chen Ling to call him.

Although the puppies were a bit smaller, they were still the offspring of many military dogs. Both parents had excellent genes and were very strong. In addition, military dogs are large breeds, so it goes without saying that the puppies were bigger than ordinary one-month-old puppies.

He was planning to bring it over here in the next few days.

Chen Ling asked about the quantity, and after careful calculation, he realized that the number he had ordered wasn't too many; in fact, there were even five or six left over.

However, most of the tourists have already left, so we should just wait and pick what we can and share it with Sun Yanhong and Yu Bangjin.

……

People feel relaxed on rainy days.

The lynx accompanied the cuckoo as she painted upstairs.

Chen Ling and Wang Susu, the young couple, flipped through magazines and read newspapers, while keeping Rui Rui and Wang Zhenzhen company as they fed the turtles under the eaves.

Listening to the sound of rain and children playing, Chen Ling's mind gradually calmed down. He put down his books and newspapers, went back into the house, picked up his pen, and began to write quickly on the paper.

A few days ago, someone contacted him through Zhao Yubao to commission an article.

It is said that Zhao Yubao described his family's belongings so beautifully and wonderfully in those essays.

Then Chen Ling, the owner, must be an interesting person.

Let him write whatever he wants, and let him make friends through writing.

Chen Ling figured that if it was fun, all it could do was play and eat.

He wouldn't embarrass himself by offering advice on food.

Therefore, I will only write about it from the perspective of playing.

He's a playful person by nature. When he was a child, he would throw a tantrum at his friends over a bird or a fish, and even dared to abandon everyone and go up the mountain alone. While others were afraid of getting a beating when they got home, he wasn't.

With the magical Sun and Moon Cave and a substantial family fortune, they unleashed their true nature.

He used to find it quite difficult to write 800-word essays, but when it comes to writing about fun things, he can easily write several 800-word essays without even realizing it.

Even he himself was surprised.

Then, taking this opportunity, he wrote a letter to each of his pen pals.

Apart from Zhou Weijun, my pen pals still exchange letters with me at a frequency of one letter per month.

Recently, some people have been discussing housing issues in Beijing with Chen Ling.

People say that the capital is the capital after all. Many things may seem ordinary now, but they will be completely different once the city develops.

This pen pal wasn't suggesting Chen Ling buy a house, but rather advising him to use any spare cash he had, even if it meant borrowing money, to buy some shops in good locations.

At this time, this suggestion was truly heartfelt, and Chen Ling had been pondering how to reply. Fortunately, his mind was sharp today, so he wrote a reply, which served as a thank-you letter and shared some of his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)