My 1995 Small Farm.

It can be said that Chen Ling's family has started living a comfortable life in the city.

Once construction started at the dog farm, he stopped caring about anything, including the workers' meals.

It's just a small job renovating a dog farm, not building a house.

Don't worry about it too much.

He simply found a cook to prepare two meals a day, each with meat, and asked him to finish as soon as possible.

The dog kennel needs to be replaced with a concrete floor.

Another feature is the larger kennel compartments.

The kennel, like a small house, had walls on three sides and a wire mesh cage on the other. To be more precise, it was more like the glass display windows of a zoo in later times.

Overall, the workload is not large.

Chen Ling hired quite a few people; this construction team has over twenty people.

The cement floor can be completed in one day, so we'll leave it for last.

The kennel is relatively easy to work on since most of the existing foundation doesn't need to be moved. Chen Ling provides good food and drink, and the wages are higher than elsewhere.

If we work hard, it should be finished in about a week.

No later than ten days.

Chen Ling wasn't in a hurry about this.

That is, I would go to the abandoned orchard every night to check on the dogs and feed them.

During the day, he would take his family out to play.

Sometimes I'll go to Sun Yanhong's shop to sit for a while and feed the arowana.

Sometimes she would visit various school libraries to find books to read. Wang Susu loved reading and cherished all kinds of books.

Of course, most of the time they just make small snacks at home.

For example, roasted chestnuts, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato chips, and candied hawthorns made from various hawthorns, oranges, and bananas.

They're always thinking of ways to prepare food.

Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, many people also come to visit him.

He had old friends like Liu Jiancheng, Yu Bangjin, and Du Guanghe.

There were also young men like Han Shaobo who brought people to discuss the plot of the second animated film.

Others were introduced by Zhao Yubao to friends who wanted to publish his children's stories.

It's quite a coincidence that these friends came together.

Chen Ling has become lazy and hasn't written any of his story drafts in a long time.

When Zhao Yubao asked Wang Lixian's daughter, Wu Ni'er, about the scholarship, he mentioned to his friend that Chen Ling was in the city.

Then the old man really wanted to give Chen Ling something to do.

I really want him to have a work.

I told those people about Chen Ling's situation, saying that his children's stories were very well written, and that he himself had personally proofread and revised them.

The friends who published the book were also very curious about Chen Ling and wanted to meet him.

After all, Chen Ling's reputation is quite legendary in the eyes of outsiders, and even the news and newspapers are full of exaggeration and fabrication.

They also wanted to meet Chen Ling in person.

After arriving, they only had a meal together and went for a walk at the dog farm with Chen Ling, and they became good friends.

Not to mention that having more friends makes life easier.

Making more friends can indeed expose a person to different scenery, preventing their mind from becoming limited and rigid.

And so, seven or eight days passed by leisurely.

The dog farm is basically completed, and more than ten full-term puppies have been sold or given away at half price.

These days, local dogs don't fetch a good price; at most, they'll only sell for a few hundred.

On the contrary, the offspring of fighting dogs and foreign dogs can easily exceed a thousand.

Chen Ling didn't care; the money from selling the dog was just a small amount anyway.

After leaving behind his favorite puppy, he focused his energy on studying flies in the cave.

"Congratulations! Sterile maggots aren't enough, but honey flies have actually been successfully developed. Not bad, not bad at all."

Chen Ling stood in the desert area isolated from spiritual energy. After this period of time, the flies, which had become thinner and longer, had completely changed their diet.

It turns out it's a habit of consuming carrion.

Now it has become a honey fly that combines the characteristics of both honey collection and insect predation.

"Besides, I discovered a new surprise!"

Chen Ling turned his gaze to the floating jar next to him, which was filled with a swarm of insects that looked like black serpents buzzing around.

This thing is called a black soldier fly.

Carrion eaters are even more dangerous than flies.

What's even more impressive than flies is that it's a natural garbage decomposer.

Not only can they eat non-stop for 24 hours, but their reproductive capacity is also comparable to that of flies.

However, while they are convenient for spreading disease-causing bacteria, they are far safer than flies.

If the idea for breeding this new variety of fly came from a story about Australia fabricated by public intellectuals...

This black soldier fly was a truly unexpected and delightful discovery.

He found it in a rabbit hole on a warm, sunny day when he was playing with the children at the dog farm.

I initially thought it was a wasp.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be, but rather to live in a crack in the rock.

Moreover, there are quite a lot of them in the garbage dump.

He didn't think much of it at the time, assuming it was some kind of black bee that was hungry in winter and was taking advantage of the warm, sunny days to come out and look for sweet things to eat in the garbage dump.

Seeing that they were strong and healthy, stronger than most bees, I casually put some of them into the cave.

As a result, while studying flies, I inadvertently observed how formidable these creatures are.

Later, I checked the information in the library but couldn't find it. So I called Zhao Gang and asked him to ask He Jiawen and others, as well as Professor Han, and finally figured out what this thing was called.

"Very good, then you will be the next research topic for the honey-collecting fly."

Chen Ling released them from the jars and isolated two areas in the desert: one specifically for breeding flies, and the other specifically for breeding black soldier flies.

The fly hasn't reached the final stage yet.

The fly was heading straight for the sterile maggots.

Now flies no longer feed on decaying matter, and neither do maggots; sterile maggots have clearly failed.

This still needs further revision.

As for those black soldier flies...

We need to study how to improve it.

Chen Ling has experimented with them many times in the cave. So far, they seem to be only effective at breaking down fruits and leftovers, but they are not effective at breaking down bones and fibers.

"Okay, let's strengthen them. I don't expect them to be able to eat plastic, just decompose most of the garbage. Then, any public intellectuals who dare to boast will be able to stop me with these honey-collecting flies in one hand and garbage-decomposing black soldier flies in the other!"

Chen Ling muttered to himself twice, then released all the honey-collecting flies, giving them the right to live freely in the cave.

Modern honey flies have only inherited the fly's strong reproductive ability, while the ability to scavenge has been discarded.

Although they no longer spread bacterial diseases, they cannot be used as sterile maggots for medical purposes because they do not feed on carrion.

They need to reproduce for two more generations to observe the effects.

"In the end, it's the flies that reproduce so quickly. Those cats have been separated for a year, yet they've had so many litters of kittens, and they've even crossbred with wildcats."

It has only just begun to take on its various new forms.

Chen Lingfei flew up to the sky inside the cave, wandered around for a while, and caught a few more cats.

About a year ago, he transformed a small area into a rainforest climate and a small area into a glacial climate.

Forcing these cats to adapt to the change.

I want to verify how the tigers that branched off from the South China tiger evolved into the Siberian tiger, Javan tiger, Indian tiger, and the black tiger, Ba Wang Xiao.

Now, a year later, these cats have changed quite a bit.

In the rainforest area, the cats really did turn black due to the hot and humid environment.

The tigers in the glacier region, like the Siberian tigers, have become exceptionally large and powerful, with muscular bodies and are extremely ferocious.

And its body hair is also very thick and long.

Chen Ling thought that if he could transform into the form of a Persian cat, this kind of pet cat would definitely sell well.

It's not at that stage yet; let's nurture it further. "It seems that using the grotto-heaven to cultivate new species has great potential."

Chen Ling had absolute control over the cave and wasn't worried about messing things up.

"Maybe I can find the reproductive code soon, you bastard?!"

"A wolf with absolute control over its pack..."

"It's really exciting to think about."

Take out your camera and photograph all these changes.

Chen Ling pondered whether to raise some of the puppies in the cave, let them adapt, and develop some new breeds.

Although it can't evolve and mutate as quickly as insects, it's still faster than the outside world where things don't change for hundreds or thousands of years.

He was just saying he was going out to get the dog.

Unexpectedly, someone else came looking for them.

It was Zhou Weijun who brought a screenwriter over.

A few days ago, while drinking at the 100-day celebration in Chenwangzhuang, they mentioned several times that they wanted to arrange a role for Heiwa Xiaojin.

As it turned out, Zhao Tianba wasn't interested in the dog playing a role; instead, he kept trying to arrange a role for Chen Ling.

They even said they got him a role, and the script was excellent.

I'll find some time to let him see it; it's sure to be very attractive.

Old Zhou brought the screenwriter here today for this very reason.

"Hunting to make a living? Are you making a real-life version of an animated film?"

Chen Ling glanced at it casually and said, "Forget it, my cartoon is for kids. You've turned this into reality, so a lot of the exaggerated things can't be used. It would be too embarrassing to film."

"Audiences that are too profound don't like it, so why bother?"

"Uh, wait, bro, you actually know a lot about TV dramas?"

This screenwriter is a seasoned veteran in the industry, and what Chen Ling said was spot on, which surprised me a little.

"Ignore him, he's just too lazy and doesn't want to do it. I'm telling you, no one else can play Fugui but you, understand?"

Old Zhou was still unwilling to give up; he and Zhao Tianba had been secretly planning to make their own film.

The question is simply that this artsy young man wants to fulfill his dream.

To fulfill a trivial dream.

That's just how things are these days; everyone wants to make TV series and movies about all sorts of monsters and demons.

"I won't do it. The story is too weak. Besides, didn't I already tell you that I don't want to appear on TV?"

Chen Ling shook his head like a rattle drum.

It's fine to let him show his face, but only if it's a martial arts drama.

Let him fulfill his martial arts dream too.

This martial arts dream isn't about Wu Song fighting a tiger.

It has to be something purely like Jin Yong or Gu Long's works.

"You agreed to read the story, I thought you were willing..." Old Zhou couldn't help but complain.

"Don't give me that. You know me well. I said it's a martial arts drama, full of fighting and adventure. I'll bring my dog ​​along for the ride, that'll be the most fun."

So your entire hunting scene was copied from my cartoon? Forget it.

Chen Ling waved his hand, indicating that he absolutely refused.

"It's not easy to film a martial arts adaptation. What Lao Zhao and I were thinking of was to let you use martial arts to hunt. He knows how to use fists and feet, so we'll teach you a few moves, and you can go into the mountains and beat up jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards."

Then you can kill bandits and mutinous soldiers.

Isn't this a definite new genre of martial arts fiction?

"..."

Chen Ling was speechless with frustration. This game starts with hunting and then turns into an anti-Japanese war hero game, right?

They also killed bandits and mutinous soldiers.

I am really impressed.

"Alright, alright, stop bothering me, Lao Zhou. I have a suggestion for you: if you really want to make a TV series, you might as well make one about making money through shady means."

Filming that would also be meaningful; viewers could learn more about scams and become more aware of their risks.

"Huh? Making money through shady means?"

Old Zhou and the screenwriter looked at each other, momentarily bewildered.

This touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

Actually, TV dramas and movies nowadays are still relatively rough and don't have many subcategories.

Old Zhou's current idea is to start with the Hunter.

In hindsight, this would be considered a film featuring a specific profession.

These special professions include a variety of identities such as prostitutes, male prostitutes, forensic doctors, and funeral workers.

However, this special profession has changed to hunter.

But the hunter profession is really hard to extend.

They can be used as supporting characters, but as the main plot in a TV series, they aren't very appealing.

Unless it connects with the supernatural and suspense genre.

When it comes to supernatural suspense, Chen Ling thinks of tomb raiding.

The thought of making money through shady means naturally came to mind.

But those who engage in shady dealings want to be brought into the mainstream.

You still can't get involved in anything too shady, like eating food made from the dead. That's not just shady, it's evil.

"Ahem, the so-called shady business is just cheating and swindling, all sorts of deceptive tricks..."

Chen Ling explained a lot to them, explaining that this was also a special starting profession, but it was much better than the so-called hunter.

"Oh, this is great, this is great, this is the one, polish it up a bit, find some actors, it'll be absolutely awesome."

Before Lao Zhou could even offer his opinion after hearing what Chen Ling had said, the screenwriter couldn't help but clap and cheer.

Old Zhou also came to his senses and looked at Chen Ling with a strange expression, unable to understand how Chen Ling's brain worked.

But he still said reluctantly, "Then I'll put this script aside for now and film it later."

Then he shamelessly begged Chen Ling to play a role.

Since the story is set in the Republican era, he was cast as a martial arts apprentice under an old conman, accompanied by a dog.

The dog role was played by Heiwa, which was meant to liven up the atmosphere.

“We’ll go to the police station to collect information on their scam tactics, and then adapt them into individual stories to form a narrative.

"Damn it, I've discovered that you, Fugui, are a jack-of-all-trades. I didn't pay attention when you said you wrote Hunter's Notes or fairy tales, but I never expected you to have a talent for screenwriting."

Even a story that comes to mind easily is better than anything we could come up with.

Old Zhou was very indignant, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

They shamelessly demanded that Chen Ling treat them to a hot pot meal.

Friends, once the business is over, they chat and laugh and joke around until it's over. Given Chen Ling's dream of becoming a martial arts hero, Zhou Weijun didn't have any good ideas.

"You're too old. Why don't you ask Tianba and the others to introduce you to a good master next time you go to Beijing? At least you can practice your skills. You're over twenty and have children. Nobody will want you."

Believe in me, and you will be rich and powerful.

Without some skill or training, your hips won't be open, your back will be stiff, and your legs will be loose and weak...

I can't do any of the movements.

You want to film a martial arts drama for fun, but you won't get the satisfaction. As for using a stunt double, it might look good on screen, but you won't feel anything for yourself.

It's worse than scratching an itch through a boot.

When Lao Zhou gets serious, what he says makes sense.

Chen Ling was able to take it in: "Fine, fine, you say I don't have kung fu? I'll just find someone to teach me, won't I? You say there's no one to teach me? We're not without people like that in the mountains. I don't believe we can't find someone."

That's just how things are these days. Let him learn martial arts on his own. It was fine a couple of years ago when we didn't have kids.

Now...

It would be better to write a couple of interesting martial arts novels according to my own ideas and indulge in my fantasy in the books.

"Alright, I see now. You're all about money and no job, and you want to get a piece of everything."

Old Zhou chuckled upon hearing this. In his opinion, Chen Ling was truly an extraordinary person. He was skilled in hunting and animal training, and his business was also doing well. He could earn a lot of money from a single instant noodle, and his family even received commissions for articles for livestock magazines. He had also heard that Chen Ling was doing some kind of research.

The key is that he can master everything; even a casual story he told today turned out to be a script with a completely new theme, which really impressed him. (End of Chapter)