My 1995 Small Farm.

These words really struck a chord with Chen Ling.

There's a saying that goes, "Playing with things is never a sign of losing one's ambition; writing books in old age is a way to express one's feelings."

Even that old fellow Yu Qi'an wrote two books after he turned middle-aged.

If he writes something he likes, he can look back on it when he's old, or when his children grow up and read it, that would be a good thing.

It might be passed down for several generations.

Chen Ling thought to herself with delight.

"Is Brother Chen home? We've come to buy some fish!"

A few people were sitting idly when shouts came from outside.

Chen Ling knew immediately that Li Zhongyi and his two little devils had come again.

Chen Xiaoer chuckled and said to the crowd, "This is another way of giving money to Fugui. Don't spread the word that Fugui is a pen pal who only scams his friends, making it impossible for him to make any more friends."

"I'm at home, come in."

Chen Ling responded. These two Japanese soldiers knew that Wang Cunye didn't like them, so they would only come after finding out in the village that Chen Ling was home.

Most of the time, I come here for nothing else but to buy fish.

"Ah, everyone's here. Hello, Professor Zhao. Hello, Professor Zhong..."

Li Zhongyi and his companion displayed the politeness and courtesy characteristic of ordinary people, and they hurriedly greeted the two elders upon seeing them.

Zhao Yubao and his companion nodded and said, "You two love eating fish so much, huh? How does the fish from Fugui's family compare to the fish from your country?"

"Our country has a lot of marine fish."

Chishima Miyoko smiled and replied in broken Chinese, "However, among freshwater fish, Brother Chen's is exceptional; it's the best fish we've ever eaten."

Li Zhongyi agreed, saying, "Such good fish, if we bring it back to China, it will definitely cause a fish-eating craze."

The two men lavished praise on the fish that Chen Ling was raising.

First, it was out of genuine sincerity.

Secondly, there are garlic cloves as evidence.

Their reaction to other fish was far less pronounced than their reaction to the fish Chen Ling was raising.

Other fish are optional to eat.

If Chen Ling feeds these fish, they will still come out to compete for food even after they are full.

"Then come with me. There are plenty of fish fry right now, and I'm too lazy to catch them because the big fish are eating them. It would be good if you could help me reduce the density."

Chen Ling ignored the sweet words the two men were saying, only glancing at them twice. Seeing that they didn't have the pale, sickly look he had last time, he covered the old hen at his feet with a basket.

He got up and went to get the fishing net with the larger holes.

Li Zhongyi stopped him, saying, "Brother Chen, don't be in such a hurry. We'd like to buy some more of those high-end fish you raise this time, what do you think?"

They also knew that Chen Ling's high-end fish were transported to the city to be used in private kitchens, and were not something that ordinary people could afford.

Although the demand is not large, some people who are hooked on it will order it as a must-order at banquets or private parties.

Therefore, these demands are also fixed.

"There are still quite a few, but they're more expensive this season."

Chen Ling glanced at them, then propped the net on the ground with one hand, waiting for them to make a decision.

He sold ordinary fish and shrimp from the ditch to Sun Yanhong for thirty yuan per pound.

The red-lipped barbs and fine-scaled salmon at home cost fifty yuan per pound.

The latter two are actually just expensive in appearance, but when you calculate the cost, they're not that bad.

However, if you were to sell it to the Japanese, the price would definitely be much higher; doubling the price would be the norm.

Moreover, winter is approaching, and fish and shrimp will be more expensive during the three winter months, which is quite reasonable.

It wasn't that he treated people differently or demanded exorbitant prices.

Li Zhongyi and Chishima Miyoko exchanged a glance. Although they didn't have much money left in their wallets, they nodded heavily. "Yes, Brother Chen, we'll take as much as you can get."

Now it was Chen Ling's turn to be surprised.

How come the two Japanese have become even more wealthy and powerful after just a few days?

Is it really that addictive to eat fish from your own farm?
How could they possibly get along when they first arrived in the village?
I felt oppressed by the social environment in Japan, so I came here to settle down in a beautiful rural area.

But judging from their spending habits, they don't seem like people who have come to the countryside to live in seclusion at all.

"The two kinds of fish together weigh over 100 pounds, and you want them too?!"

"Yes, but we don't live in the village anymore. We've moved to the county town. We'll have to trouble you, Brother Chen, to deliver it to us later."

Li Zhongyi said firmly, "We'll come back in a few days to catch the other fish in the orchard ditch."

Chishima Miyoko looked up at Li Zhongyi and immediately nodded in agreement.

Even if you don't have enough money, you still have to buy it.

Last night, I was injured by a monster in the mountains and fell into the river. In the end, I was rescued by those giant turtles and brought to the shore.

Otherwise, even if they weren't injured by the monster, they would have fallen into the river and drowned.

The two were deeply moved afterward.

I've always wanted to buy fish from Chen Ling so that the turtles can have more delicious food.

Unfortunately, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Not to mention their arms, they also broke two ribs, and they are still not fully recovered.

But then I thought about how winter was approaching and how the giant turtles might not come out when it got cold.

Only then did they endure the pain and come to buy fish.

"Okay, I'll scoop it up for you."

Chen Ling responded, thinking to himself, "I've never seen anyone so eager to give me money before."

They didn't seem afraid of being suspected, and even openly said they would want other fish in a few days.

I don't even know what they do.

Buying it at this price for breeding would be a loss.

With these thoughts in mind, his hands moved quickly as he uncovered the wire mesh covering the two ditches where the fine-scaled salmon and red-lipped barbs were kept.

Then he called for Heiwa to bring over the bucket.

They took the net, cast it, and started fishing.

The fine-scaled salmon is manageable, but these red-lipped barbs are much bigger. A single net can yield a heavy load of fish, weighing at least thirty pounds.

They scooped up three buckets full of fish.

Weighed it with a large pole; it's almost 150 pounds.

At 100 yuan per jin, that's 15,000 yuan. By that calculation, Chen Ling has almost earned back the money he spent on those dragonfish.

"So many fish, could you help me deliver them, Brother Chen?" Chishima Miyoko revealed a pitiful expression typical of Japanese women, with her large, watery eyes and round, innocent face...

You know what, it really does have a unique beauty.

"Besides being a bit fake, we also don't have that much money with us; we need to go to the county town to withdraw some."

"Okay, I'll take it back to you."

Chen Ling glanced at the time; it was still early. He said to Zhao Yubao and the others, "You guys rest at home for a while. I'll deliver some fish and be right back."

"It's nothing, we don't have anything else to do, we're just wandering around. You go ahead and do your thing."

Chen Ling looked at Chen Xiaoer: "Xiaoer, Teacher Wu, you can take the puppy back. You can feed it leftovers when you get back. It's easy to raise."

"Alright... But Professor Zhong, this is a puppy that Fugui got from the Lynx Brothers' dog farm. What is he doing? He's using your dog to do someone a favor. Aren't you going to ask him for money?"

Chen Xiaoer liked to make people laugh, so he picked up the puppy and had to say something like that.

“We definitely need to. Next time his dog has puppies, we should arrest two of them too.”

Old Zhong said with a smile.

Actually, Chen Ling had already told them that he had given them a puppy, but they didn't keep it.

Yi Lai and Er Hei run around on the slope all day long. They've gotten used to them, know they're one of their own, and will help them guard their house.

Secondly, they have people like Lynx around them. After Lynx left, they took care of all the dogs at the kennel. They've had enough of them and are tired of raising them.

Zhao Yubao then said to Wu Fei, "See? This bald kid isn't a good person. Teacher Wu, you should be careful around him."

Chen Xiao'er immediately shouted, "Well, Professor Zhao, you've given me so many big meat buns for free, haven't you!"

...Li Zhongyi and the other man felt a pang of sadness as they listened to the commotion behind them.

They're all Chen Ling's pen pals, so why do I feel like a complete stranger?
Is it wrong for me to be Japanese? It's not like I chose to be Japanese.

He felt indignant on his own behalf.

After Chen Ling led them out, he went to the livestock pen on the east side and dragged the oxcart out.

Seeing her companion's expression, Chishima Miyoko glanced at Chen Ling and whispered a few words of comfort.

Li Zhongyi sighed: "The prejudices our own people have against us are so deep that we simply cannot carry out our work."

Upon hearing this, Chishima Miyoko immediately became indignant and said in Japanese, "The Chinese have always bullied our small country, and now they treat us with even more contempt and discrimination..."

At the height of their grief and anger.

Suddenly, a large head popped out from the livestock pen next to them, startling them.

"Ah! What?!"

Turning their heads, they saw the little blue horse's silly face looking over at them, its mouth open, its lips moving in a mocking manner.

This strange sight almost startled the two Japanese soldiers so much they nearly tripped over their feet.

Chen Ling had just walked over with his cart when he saw this scene.

He quickly helped the two of them up, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. This horse is just not very good. The village kids are often scared by it."

As he spoke, he picked up his whip and went to discipline the little blue horse.

Of course, this lesson wasn't a real beating; he would just use it to scare the children and then actually lash them a few times.

What's the point of teaching a lesson to those who scare the Japanese?

"It's alright, it's alright. We'd heard people talk about this horse, but we hadn't noticed it was there, which is why we were startled."

Li Zhongyi was pale, his ribs ached, and he had difficulty breathing.

Chishima Miyoko also hurriedly patted her chest to catch her breath.

The two were lucky; they managed to block the kick with their arms. Otherwise, if they had been kicked by the little blue horse, they would have been half-dead, if not killed.

Of course, they don't yet recognize that the terrifying monster from that night was this horse.

They had only heard rumors that the horse did bad things.

They bully children either in the village or in the county town; they're even more annoying than some dogs and roosters.

"Brother Zhongyi? Are you all really alright?"

Chen Ling looked at him, who was sweating profusely, and wondered, "Is he really that scared?"

Then I noticed his arm was hanging down unnaturally, and I had a guess in my mind.

Li Zhongyi quickly wiped his sweat and forced a smile: "It's alright, Brother Chen, let's go."

"It's okay."

Chen Ling chuckled, beckoned the little white calf over, and then drove the oxcart loaded with three buckets of fish out.

He doesn't need to worry about those two Japanese devils.

The Japanese woman was riding a motorcycle with Li Zhongyi as a passenger.

They delivered the fish to the county town, and the money was exchanged for the fish.

Chen Ling was already quite satisfied with the money he had made from the two Japanese.

Unexpectedly, when the scooter returned from its trip, it told him that someone from Sun Yanhong's side wanted to buy fish fry, 8,000 at once, all kinds of fish, and the price was negotiable.

Eight thousand tails?!

Chen Ling was completely dumbfounded.

Is this a rush to deliver money to him?

Fish fry are already difficult to survive the winter in autumn.

Although they are located on the south side of the Qinling Mountains, it is snowy all year round and the river is frozen all year round. Very few of the last two batches of small fish fry survive in the fall.

It's certain it will rot in the water.

But now someone is actually coming to our door wanting to buy it?
Chen Ling was stunned when he heard the news.

Then he laughed: "Sure, tell them not only eight thousand tails, but eighty thousand tails!"

"Uncle Fugui, aren't you afraid?..." Little Lamb was still a little hesitant.

This child, influenced by Sun Yanhong, has become quite corrupt in his heart.

"What's there to be afraid of? Boss Tian Hongli has done this before, don't you know that?" Chen Ling said with a smile, not caring at all.

His fish fry have no secrets; they are just mutated bioluminescent fish that will gradually degenerate if others try to raise them.

The key issues are water and food.

There's not much to say about this.

Just like ornamental fish, if the water and food are not good, and they are not raised properly, even the best breed and genes will not develop properly, which is even uglier than degeneration.

Not only will their hair color not keep up, but they also won't grow big enough, and there are many that grow into old man fish.

Therefore, Chen Ling was not worried at all about Li Zhongyi and the other two Japanese devils using his fish to breed.

Not to mention the fish fry.

All I can say is that buying your own fish fry is a worthwhile investment; the price is well spent.

But to support yourself to that extent and then frantically make money is simply impossible. (End of Chapter)