My 1995 Small Farm.

Back at their lodgings, Wang Susu and the children had already returned from playing in Repulse Bay.

They were excitedly discussing the beach, the waves, and the ice cream.

"Dad! Look at the little river clam I picked up!"

Rui Rui ran over holding a small white seashell.

"Brother-in-law, the sea is so blue and so vast! And there are ships too!"

Wang Zhenzhen's face was flushed from the sun.

When they saw the furry, sickly little dog in the bamboo basket Chen Ling was carrying, they all gathered around.

"Oh! A puppy! It has such long fur! What's wrong with it?" Rui Rui asked cautiously.

"Brother-in-law, what kind of dog is this? It looks sick." Wang Zhenzhen also came over.

"Yes, it's feeling a bit unwell, so I brought it back to recuperate."

Chen Ling placed the basket in a well-ventilated area of ​​the living room and gently patted the Tibetan Mastiff's head.

The little guy seemed to sense the family's kindness, raised his head slightly, rubbed his wet nose against Chen Ling's fingers, and made a very soft "woo" sound in his throat.

Wang Susu brought some warm water and gently wiped its mouth and nose with a cotton swab: "Poor little thing, it looks listless. Ah Ling, do you have any ideas?"

"Give it a try, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Chen Ling spoke calmly, already having made up his mind.

I'll use the Dongtian Lingshui to gently treat it tonight and see how it goes.

……

After having lunch with my family, the afternoon sun shone through the lush trees on the hillside, casting dappled shadows.

Seeing that the sun was shining brightly, Chen Ling smiled at Wang Susu and said, "It must be so boring to stay indoors all the time. Come on, let me take you to ride the tram and then go for a stroll in Victoria Park. Let the children see what daily life is like for the people of Hong Kong Island."

“Okay!” Wang Susu readily agreed.

Although she prefers quiet, she is willing to walk around and explore more in this bustling place.

The group descended the mountain and walked to the tram stop near Kennedy Road.

The dark green double-decker tram, with its long "braid" trailing behind it, slowly makes its way in, accompanied by the clear "ding-ding" of its bell, exuding the charm of bygone days.

"Wow! A big car with braids!" Rui Rui tilted her head back, her little mouth forming an "O" shape.

Liu Yinhuan always drove them when she took them out, but they had never ridden a tram before.

Wang Susu carried Lele, Chen Ling carried Kang Kang, and they got into the car with Rui Rui and Wang Zhenzhen.

Chen Ling walked skillfully to the back of the car, inserted the coin, and led his family up the narrow, steep stairs to the upper floor.

The front row offers an excellent view, overlooking the street scene.

"Dad, the car doesn't make as much noise as our tractor!"

Rui Rui leaned against the window, watching the bustling crowds of pedestrians and vehicles below.

"Because our tractor is for agricultural use, it has plenty of horsepower," Chen Ling explained with a smile.

The tram swayed and rattled as it passed between buildings, occasionally crossing paths with another tram.

"Brother-in-law, I feel like I can fly up there like in a martial arts movie."

Wang Zhenzhen clung to the handrail like a little monkey.

This girl, once she gets used to an environment, immediately reveals her true nature.

Fortunately, there weren't many people on the tram today.

Chen Ling quickly pulled her down and glared at her: "Don't make a scene in public."

"Okay, I get it now."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, chuckled, and obediently sat down.

But soon.

Then, Rui Rui and I excitedly pointed at the roadside signs, tea restaurants, and newsstands, chattering away, feeling that everything was so new and exciting.

Kang Kang and Lele also opened their eyes wide and pointed out the window, babbling incoherently.

Get off near Causeway Bay and walk a short distance to Victoria Park.

On a spring afternoon, the park is lush with green grass and the palm trees sway gracefully.

There were citizens jogging, children playing, and elderly people taking leisurely walks.

Compared to the tranquility of Mid-Levels and the hustle and bustle of Central, this place is full of life.

"This park is so big and so clean."

"The facilities look more upscale than those in our city..."

Wang Susu sighed.

“Yes, this is what an international metropolis is like. We will develop like this in the future.” Chen Ling smiled.

The children ran around on the grass, and Rui Rui chased after a pigeon, laughing happily.

Kang Kang and Lele also struggled to get down, wobbling and imitating their older brother and aunt.

Chen Ling bought a few ice creams, and the family sat on a bench, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

The spring breeze, carrying a faint salty and fishy scent, is refreshing and invigorating.

……

As night falls, the lights of Hong Kong Island illuminate one after another, resembling an inverted Milky Way.

The children were exhausted after playing all day and quickly fell asleep after washing up.

Wang Susu gently patted Kang Kang and Lele, and gradually became sleepy herself.

After confirming that his family was asleep, Chen Ling quietly picked up the bamboo basket covered with a soft cloth from the corner of the room and walked out of the door.

The Tibetan Mastiff puppy in the basket was still breathing weakly, but it seemed to sense the change in its environment and moved slightly.

With a thought, Chen Ling found himself in the blessed land with his bamboo basket.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle of the city outside was completely shut out.

The cave is filled with spiritual energy, warm as spring, and the air is intoxicatingly fresh.

The exotic flowers and plants in the core area exude a soft glow and a refreshing fragrance.

The stream murmurs in the distance, and birds sing and flowers bloom in the distance, like a paradise on earth.

The Tibetan Mastiff seemed startled by the sudden change in environment and the lush vitality. It struggled to raise its little head, its bright black eyes filled with confusion and a hint of instinctive longing.

It sniffed hard, as if trying to discern the unfamiliar yet wonderful scent.

Chen Ling did not feed the animals with spiritual water as he usually did with other animals.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea: "This little guy has a special constitution. He looks weak, but there is a stubbornness in his eyes."

"The mastiffs on the plateau are known for their resilience and strong ability to survive independently."

"It's said that they can find suitable herbs to eat on their own, just like stray dogs..."

"It would be better to let it follow its instincts in this blessed place and find the right 'medicine' and food for itself. This might help it recover its health more effectively and make the recovery more solid."

With that thought in mind, Chen Ling placed the bamboo basket on a soft patch of grass, then stepped back a few paces and sat down on a smooth, warm bluestone to observe quietly.

The Tibetan Mastiff was initially a little timid and lay motionless in the basket.

It just turned its little head warily, looking around at this incredible world.

After a while, perhaps it felt more comfortable from the nourishment of the spiritual energy in the cave, or perhaps its survival instinct overcame its fear of the unknown, it began to try to climb out of the bamboo basket.

Its movements were still very weak; its limbs were limp, and it walked unsteadily. But it did not give up; its nose twitched constantly as it tried to sniff out the various scents in the air.

It first crawled aimlessly on the grass for a while, occasionally lowering its head to nibble on a few tender and juicy leaves of the spirit grass.

The grass in the grotto is no ordinary plant; it contains a faint spiritual energy. Although it is not as good as the plants in the core area, it is still beneficial to weak small animals.

After eating a few mouthfuls of grass, it seemed to regain some strength and began to expand its exploration area.

It staggered to a clump of plants with pale purple flowers, a kind of herb that has calming and invigorating effects.

The Tibetan Mastiff leaned in to sniff, then stuck out its little tongue and licked the petals and leaves before carefully chewing and swallowing them.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. This little guy really could find things that were good for him just by instinct.
After finishing the herbal medicine, the little Tibetan Mastiff toddled towards the stream not far away.

The stream is crystal clear, formed by the dilution and flow of the core spiritual spring, and is sweet and refreshing.

It lay on the bank, head down, licking the stream water in small sips, drinking slowly but intently.

The cool stream water seemed to infuse it with new vitality.

It rested for a while, and its eyes seemed to have cleared up considerably.

Then, it began to clumsily dig in the damp mud by the stream with its tender front paws.

It hadn't dug very deep when it actually unearthed several plump earthworms...

Without hesitation, the Tibetan Mastiff grabbed an earthworm in its mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and then continued digging.

Next, it's not limited to earthworms.

Some maggots from honey-collecting flies that Chen Ling had brought over, as well as young cicada nymphs that weren't old enough.

Even the larvae of fluttering moths, etc.

It seemed to know that these "proteins" were excellent nourishment for it at that moment.

I searched for a lot.

After eating herbs, drinking Lingxi water, and supplementing its diet with meat, the Tibetan Mastiff's condition visibly improved.

It was no longer as weak as before, and its walking became much more steady. It even began to curiously look at the distant places, making soft, exploratory "woo-woo" sounds in its throat.

It would occasionally raise its head to look at Chen Ling sitting on the bluestone, its wariness and unfamiliarity lessened considerably, replaced by a hint of closeness and dependence.

It slowly walked to Chen Ling's feet, rubbed its wet nose against his trouser leg, and then lay down at his feet, its little belly rising and falling, as if it finally felt safe and satisfied.

Chen Ling felt relieved and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

This little guy was right!
This tenacious vitality and ability to survive on its own is extraordinary.

Letting it find its own way is more effective than simply feeding it, and it also helps to cultivate its wildness and intelligence.

He gently stroked its fur, which was gradually regaining its shine, and the little guy comfortably squinted its eyes.

Seeing that the little guy was recovering well, Chen Ling's mind started to wander again.

"It seems my idea was right. Nourishing your body with wild things is much better than simply feeding you spiritual water."

"Absorption will also be more thorough..."

Dogs have a straight gut.

They only eat human food after being domesticated.

In essence, snow-growing dog breeds like the Tibetan Mastiff are better able to absorb and digest the most primitive and rough wild food.

Their digestive systems are more suited to 'raw food'.

"In that case, I can't give you the human way of thinking to nourish your body."

Chen Ling has been raising dogs for quite some time.

It is natural to know that dogs can quickly adapt to eating raw food and raw meat.

That's because they originally came from the wild.

"Then I'll use wild things to nourish you..."

He thought of the increasingly restless wild boar king in the desolate Dongtian Desert.

That creature grew increasingly enormous and ferocious within the cave, its vitality and blood must have been incredibly abundant.

Does its blood have any special effects?
Even without any magical effects, its constitution, nurtured in the cave, and its ability to mutate into such a large size in the mountains and forests are all remarkable.

The nutrients contained in its blood are far superior to those of ordinary wild boars.

With this thought in mind, Chen Ling appeared at the edge of the desert area.

The boar king, as large as a small mountain, paced anxiously through the sparse, strange grass.

Sensing Chen Ling's presence, it immediately let out a threatening low growl, its small eyes flashing with ferocity.

Chen Ling was too lazy to waste words with it, so he directly used his cave heaven authority, and an invisible force instantly suppressed the wild boar king, rendering it unable to move.

He took two large, military-style water bottles that he had previously kept in the cave for backup and walked up to the Wild Boar King.

A flicker of fear crossed the wild boar king's eyes, but he was powerless to resist.

Chen Ling took out his hunting knife and made a small cut on the side of the wild boar king's thick neck. Dark red pig blood, which smelled strongly of blood but was still steaming, gushed out and filled two large water jugs.

The wound wasn't large, and after Chen Ling drained the blood, the bleeding stopped quickly.

The wild boar king was panting heavily, and his eyes looked at Chen Ling with even more fear.

Chen Ling carried two heavy jugs, still warm with wild boar blood, back to the core area.

The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to have caught a whiff of something, immediately raising its head, its nose twitching, and its eyes revealing longing.

Chen Ling poured a little pig's blood into a stone bowl, added some diluted spiritual water to slightly neutralize the strong fishy smell, and then pushed it in front of the Tibetan Mastiff.

The little guy couldn't wait to go over and carefully lick it first, then drank it in big gulps, making a satisfied "gurgling" sound in his throat.

The bowl of bloody water was quickly emptied. It licked its lips with lingering satisfaction, staring longingly at Chen Ling, and even poked at the empty bowl with its little paws.

Chen Ling didn't give any more; too much would be as bad as too little.

He observed the little creature's reaction and saw that after drinking the pig's blood mixed with spiritual water, its whole body seemed to be sweating, and its previously weak limbs seemed to have become stronger.

Even his breathing became deeper and more steady.

Clearly, the blood of this wild boar king has a very strong nourishing effect on its physique!
"Good heavens, it seems this wild boar king is a walking blood bank and a treasure trove of medicine? I'll have to bleed it out regularly from now on; it'll be quite useful."

"Or, feed it more medicinal herbs, and spiritual water, etc..."

Chen Ling stroked his chin, looking at the Tibetan Mastiff that had fallen asleep again, and a new plan formed in his mind.

Then, he slapped his thigh.

"Damn it, maybe this wild boar king ate a lot of old medicinal herbs in the mountains."

He didn't immediately take the Tibetan Mastiff away from the cave, but instead let it rest and recuperate there.

I stayed here with it for half the night.

Around 3 a.m., Chen Ling quietly took it back to his bedroom at his residence on Hong Kong Island.

Wang Susu and the children were still sleeping soundly, while outside the window, the dazzling lights of Victoria Harbour never slept.

Chen Ling lay back on the bed, feeling both at ease and full of anticipation.

The trip to Hong Kong Island started smoothly. I met a fellow Tibetan Mastiff enthusiast, Zhang Lihua, unexpectedly acquired this promising little Tibetan Mastiff, and discovered a new use for wild boar blood.

Tomorrow I'm going to the set of "Homecoming" to see what film and television production is like in Hong Kong.

He closed his eyes, listened to the even breathing of his family members beside him, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

"Well, after I finish visiting the film set, I should also send some of those mountain products like bear bile and bear skin to some friends in Hong Kong and Taiwan."

"After all, they donated money to Chenwangzhuang; we have to acknowledge that kindness." (End of Chapter)