My 1995 Small Farm.

Wang Cunye's words were practically meaningless.

However, before this, Er Tuzi's appetite was indeed quite large.

It picked up the meat itself from the mountains, and if Chen Ling hadn't confiscated it, it probably would have kept it to eat.

That silly bird, Er Tuzi, to put it bluntly, is a bit like a kitten and a bit like a puppy.

To make it as calm and sensible as Heiwa Xiaojin, it would probably take until it's around ten years old.

Now its thoughts are no different from those of a little child.

Rather than treating Chen Ling as a master, it would be more accurate to say they treated him as a parent.

It hides some food, just like a little kid hides snacks, not wanting their parents to see it.

In short: "The more you discipline it, the more it hides itself."

Normally, it's quite lively.

He often picks up small toys to play with.

However, some of the small toys are transparent glass bottles used to hold medicine.

Wang Susu was afraid that if these things were left at home, Rui Rui would secretly pick them up and play with them, so she threw them all away.

Er Tuzi was disobedient to the mistress of the house and would fight with Wang Susu every time he saw her.

This fight is like a cat and a dog at the same time.

It was purely a playful game of snatching things from each other.

Knowing its claws and beak were sharp, whenever it argued with its mistress, it would either use its wings to grab her legs, hanging on them and dragging her along, preventing her from moving...

Otherwise, it would spread its wings and cry out in protest, while simultaneously trying to bite the mistress's heel with its mouth.

Whenever this happens, Wang Susu teases it like a little leopard, flipping it onto the ground and rubbing and stroking it like a giant fluttering moth.

Er Tu Zi got comfortable from being petted, or rather, he got sleepy from being played with by his female owner, so he stopped caring about his toy being taken away.

But what if the female owner were replaced by Rui Rui, the little owner?

Er Tuzi didn't dare to move at all.

Chen Ling never mentioned this to it; it seemed to know it naturally.

Just like how all the little members of the family were very gentle with Kang Kang and Le Le before Wang Susu gave birth to them.

They seem to understand without being taught, especially to pregnant women and young children.

At this moment, Wang Susu went to touch Er Tuzi's things. Er Tuzi was very generous and let her take whatever she wanted. After taking them, she threw them outside without any resistance.

But right after giving birth to Kang Kang and Le Le, and after her confinement period, when Wang Susu tried to touch them again, they immediately started flapping their wings and trying to make a fuss with her, just like before.

To be honest, it was only the two sisters, Wang Susu and Wang Zhenzhen, who liked to joke around with Er Tuzi at home.

The father-in-law and mother-in-law still dote on it.

Or perhaps the two elders doted on and cared for everything they kept at home, primarily with the mindset of looking after the baby.

Just like now, after Gao Xiulan found out what happened, she said, "Lingzi doesn't have time to take care of it, so I will. Er Tuzi flew it around the city twice, and people all admired such a good kite. They offered tens of thousands of yuan to buy it. This kite is so valuable and obedient, but Lingzi never pays any attention to it."

"I……"

Chen Ling wanted to refute this, but since he had always let his children roam freely, he had nothing to say.

Everyone around laughed when they heard this.

At the same time, He Jiawen and the others hurriedly asked Chen Ling how many tens of thousands the bald man was worth.
Chen Ling said that it was just a bunch of dogfighting enthusiasts bragging at a dinner party, and he wouldn't sell it no matter how much money was offered.

At that time, several people not only had their eyes on Er Tuzi, but also on Xiao Qingma.

How could Chen Ling possibly sell it?

"Teacher He, please eat here. If you have nothing else to do after you finish eating, come with me to the county grain station to get some corn cobs..."

"Great, great! This saves us the trouble of cooking when we get back."

Upon hearing that Chen Ling wanted to invite them to stay for dinner, the group of teachers were overjoyed.

Breakfast at Chen Ling's house is usually quite simple, but today it was very lavish because Wen Chao had given them several rabbits last night.

To be honest, rabbit meat this year is generally much tastier than last year's.

Whether this food is delicious or not actually depends on the region.

Take mutton for example.

In some places, goat meat is quite unpalatable, with an extremely strong gamey smell. Whether it's male or female, it's simply inedible without castration.

But here, goat meat doesn't have such a strong flavor.

Most of the time, you can hardly taste any fishy or gamey smell.

This remained true even in later generations.

While this year's wild rabbit meat isn't quite as delicious as some people say, at least the shortcomings like the earthy taste and tough, dry meat have been greatly improved.

It's fair to say that it's similar to some domesticated meat rabbits.

However, the meat quality and taste are still far inferior to those wild rabbits that Chen Ling raised two years ago.

Of course, Chen Ling's rabbits were no different from domestic rabbits.

The wild rabbits are already doing quite well at this stage.

So last night, Chen Ling skinned the rabbit and stewed a big pot of rabbit meat.

Last night, we had rabbit meat with steamed buns.

Rabbit meat is delicious, and so is the broth.

It goes very well with rice, and it makes you want to use up a lot of steamed buns.

So we didn't eat much rabbit meat at once; there was still more than half a pot left.

This pot of rabbit meat, after soaking overnight, is already quite flavorful.

The meat not only looked tender, but also soft.

Its rosy color, when scooped out and placed in a bowl, makes it look like lamb.

He Jiawen and the others were so tempted by the sight that they wanted to take it out and eat it.

Chen Ling reached out to stop him, saying that he couldn't eat it like that.

This is for making wraps.

Yes, for breakfast, it has to be a big pancake wrapped with meat to be truly flavorful.

There wasn't enough time to make roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), but making flatbread was quick.

The hot, golden-brown pancakes smelled wonderful.

Take it out of the pan, spread it out, and scoop out a few pieces of rabbit meat that are reddish in color and covered with broth.

Sprinkle some chopped green onions and cilantro on top, then roll up the whole pancake.

Peel another clove of garlic, or prepare some pickled vegetables, and eat it with it.

This breakfast tastes so good! There's white porridge and pickled vegetables; it's so delicious, you never get tired of it, and you just want to keep eating it.

After a hearty meal, the university professors, their faces glowing, climbed onto Chen Ling's tractor and headed to the county town.

The county's grain depot was located in the west of the town, right next to the gas station.

The grain depot wasn't much bigger than the grain depot in the township.

The gate can only be passed by one tractor at a time.

If it were a flatbed cart, then two of them could pass together.

It was a county-level grain depot, and a relatively small one at that.

The busy farming season was long over, and the area was quiet, with only two stray dogs running around. Whenever they saw people, they would bark at them from a distance.

Chen Ling went inside and said he needed to haul a few truckloads of corn cobs. The old man guarding the gate recognized him, his eyes lit up, and he came over with a smile, opening the gate for him and letting him drive the tractor in.

Chen Ling lit a cigarette and asked the old man how much it would cost to haul a truckload of corn cobs.

The old man refused to take his money and simply waved his hand, telling him to pull him wherever he wanted.

“In our mountains, this stuff is either used for firewood or compost, it’s worthless. You can take as many loads as you want.”

"Okay, then we'll make two cartloads first."

Chen Ling smiled and nodded, then stuffed the half-pack of cigarettes into the old man's hand.

I thought I'd take it back first and see how much would be enough, and then charge him five or ten yuan per truckload.

If you really don't want money, just leave a few packs of cigarettes.

People in the village, acquaintances, or people you know, are always very polite to you. If you give them money, no one is too embarrassed to ask for it back.

That's how it is these days. If you get to know someone a little better, even a stranger who works as a cotton fluffer or noodle maker will be invited to their home for a drink of water, or even a meal and a place to stay.

Chen Ling is not the type of person who likes to take advantage of others.

Thinking it over, he called He Jiawen and the others to go to the warehouse to load corn cobs.

As it turned out, calling those people over was the right thing to do.

The corn cobs in the warehouse were dumped directly after the corn was threshed, piled up like a small mountain, about three meters high.

This thing is difficult to load onto a truck even with a shovel.

Even if he is strong, it's useless.

The main problem is that the corn cob wasn't crushed.

Whole ears of corn are collected with a shovel, and the corncobs roll back and forth on the ground.

Even a shovel can roll down.

Therefore, a pitchfork is needed.

Use a fork to load it onto the truck bed.

There are no bulldozers or anything like that around here.

In addition, corn cobs are too light and cannot be bagged. There are no large buckets like those on loader trucks, so using excavators or diggers is not as good as letting people do it themselves.

After discussing it, Chen Ling and the others split up and started loading the truck around the tractor.

That is, using a pitchfork, swinging a hoe at the tip onto the tractor trailer.

The corn cob is light and inconspicuous.

But assembling it is not easy at all.

After loading just one truckload, the university teachers were exhausted, their arms aching, and they were panting heavily, covered in sweat.

After finishing my haul and returning to the village, I happened to run into Secretary Zhang and the other leaders who hadn't left yet.

They came to the farm to find Chen Ling and asked him to take them into the mountains again.

Because Secretary Zhang and his group will stay for one more day at most, and will leave tomorrow.

Meanwhile, those on Hong Kong Island will also be preparing to leave tomorrow...

They hadn't planned to leave so soon; they were thinking of waiting until Chen Ling's family finished their banquet before leaving.

However, they have gotten along well with Yu Qi'an these past few days and want him to take them to see Beiji and then go on a trip to the grasslands.

So before setting off, they wanted to ask Chen Ling to take them hunting in the mountains for a trip.

This coincided with Secretary Zhang's and his team's thoughts.

But Chen Ling is busy working right now, so he doesn't have time to take them to the mountains.

He himself also thought about going into the mountains to catch some small animals, raising them in a cave, and having some fun with crossbreeding.

But I still have to finish the work I'm doing.

We can't just set up the greenhouse, leave it there, and then go off to play in the mountains, can we?

So when these people came to him, he refused to talk to them.

Instead, they conscripted them all.

They were promised that if they could finish their work in the morning, they would be taken hunting in the mountains in the afternoon.

Upon hearing this, Secretary Zhang exclaimed, "Great! Corn cobs are so light, how could they not handle them?"
He immediately patted his chest and agreed.

Not only did he agree, but he also wanted to bring along people from both Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Yu Qi'an even shouted, "Fugui will drive the tractor, and we'll drive the donkey cart. We can load two more cartloads and haul them faster."

Upon hearing that they would be traveling by donkey cart, several people who were initially reluctant to go immediately began vying to go.

"Old Wu, didn't you just say you had something to do? Why are you free now?"

"Haha, I mainly want to go and help my master with his work."

"Goodness, at your age, you really don't need to go."

"I want to go, I want to go."

Chen Ling hadn't expected that a donkey cart could motivate them so much.

However, having more people for this job brings many benefits.

Upon arriving at the grain station, the corn cobs were loaded onto a tractor and two donkey carts.

The loaded corn cobs were brought back to the village, unloaded at the threshing ground, and dumped in a large area.

When the time comes, we'll bring over the large agricultural machinery that the two professors bought for the village, and use it to crush the corn cobs so that we can continue mixing them into the mushroom substrate.

The key issue is that there are no shredders nearby.

Huangni Town does have it, but Chen Ling is too lazy to travel that far for such a small thing.

Let's just keep doing this in the village.

So after finishing in the morning, I didn't waste any time going to the mountains in the afternoon.

Because the corn cobs need to be spread out to dry in the sun, they can't get damp or moldy. After drying, air-drying, and crushing, they need to be sprinkled with lime for disinfection. (End of Chapter)