My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 949, No Way to Escape the Tranquility
The three chatted about village affairs for a while longer.

Wang Lixian mentioned the progress of the village primary school construction project, saying that the foundation has been dug and the stone base is being laid, and it is expected to be completed before autumn.

"Fugui, that's a good idea."

Wang Lixian exclaimed, "With the school built, the children have a good place to study, and our village will have hope for the future."

"Having schools alone is not enough."

Chen Ling took a sip of tea: "We also need industries so that villagers can earn money right at their doorstep, and that young people will stay."

Wang Lixian didn't understand these things.

But just listening to Chen Ling say these words was exhilarating and made me feel incredibly excited.

I couldn't help but think to myself: a man has to be like Fugui to be considered successful.

The father and son sat at the farm for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

He said he was going back to take the dog to the mountains.

Wang Lixian's little wolfhounds are almost ready to be trained.

I need to go into the mountains and see blood.

Only then can it be considered a qualified hunting dog.

Chen Ling ate breakfast at home and thought about how Han Chuang's cannery had purchased mountain products last year and the response was good.

This year, in addition to mobilizing the masses to repair dikes, we will also make canned wild fruits and fish from rivers and reservoirs.

It can not only increase income, but also mobilize the enthusiasm of the masses.

The more you look at the yellow chrysanthemum, the less of a concern it becomes.

For example, peaches.

There are many peaches in Taoshugou, but they can't be transported out, and a lot of them rot every year.

If the peaches are made into canned peaches, it will not only solve the sales problem, but also allow the villagers of Taoshugou to go into the mountains in groups every day to work.

The wild beasts were naturally frightened by this display.

The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes.

Chen Ling went back into the house, greeted Wang Susu, then mounted his little blue horse and headed to Huangni Town to find Han Chuang.

I only saw Han Chuang's family once, during the first month of the lunar calendar.

We haven't seen each other much this year.

Of course.

Han Chuang's child is still too young to go out.

He asked his older brother, Han Chao, to deliver the message, and it was his older brother who handled the profit-sharing for both of these occasions.

Huangni Town is more than 20 miles away from Chenwangzhuang, which is not a short distance on horseback.

Chen Ling patted the little blue horse's neck: "Let's take the shortcut and run freely. Remember to avoid people in advance..."

The little blue horse understood and immediately started trotting.

It seemed to really enjoy the feeling of galloping, its steps light and steady as it followed the country dirt road toward Huangni Town.

Chen Ling did not choose to take the main road, but instead chose a shorter country path.

This road passes through several villages and fields. Although it is a bit bumpy, the scenery is better and you can see the situation of each village along the way more directly.

The fields in May are lush and green.

The wheat ears are gradually becoming fuller, gleaming with a greenish-yellow luster in the sunlight.

The water flows gently in the ditch beside the road, and occasionally you can see fish swimming around.

Some early-ripening wild fruits, such as mulberries and apricots, have ripened one after another, attracting birds to peck at them.

They traveled in silence, and the little green horse moved extremely fast. In less than an hour, the outline of Huangni Town came into view.

The town is larger than the township where Chenwangzhuang is located, and has a main street lined with various shops on both sides.

Although it was morning, the streets were already bustling with activity, with vendors selling vegetables, meat, and cloth, their shouts rising and falling.

The roast chicken, mutton noodles, and beef noodles are quite famous here.

Han Chuang's cannery is located at the east end of the town, close to the highway, which is convenient for transportation.

Chen Ling rode his tall horse into the town, attracting a lot of attention.

Many people know Chen Ling now. After experiencing various things in the past two years, he has become a celebrity in several nearby towns.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Chen? What brings you to our town today?" A shopkeeper who runs a general store by the roadside greeted him with a smile.

"I've come to visit Han Chuang." Chen Ling replied with a smile.

"Chuangzi is at the factory; I just saw him go in!"

After thanking him, Chen Ling rode his horse straight to the entrance of the cannery.

His cannery was renovated last year.

When Chen Ling last renovated the house, he brought Rui Rui with him.

At that time, the expansion work was in full swing.

It looks pretty good now.

It was clean and tidy, with a sign hanging at the entrance that read "Huangni Town Fugui Mountain Villa Canned Food Factory".

You can hear the humming of the machines inside, even through the wall.

The old gatekeeper recognized Chen Ling and quickly opened the gate upon seeing him: "Boss Chen is here! Come in quickly, Factory Manager Han is in the workshop!"

Chen Ling dismounted, tied the reins to a tree outside the gate, and patted the little blue horse: "Be a good boy and wait here."

Then he strode into the factory area.

Han Chuang was indeed in the workshop, inspecting a production line with a technician.

His tall stature of over 1.9 meters made him stand out in the crowd. He was wearing work clothes, his face smeared with machine oil, and he was listening attentively to the technician's explanation.

"Chuangzi!" Chen Ling called out.

Han Chuang turned around upon hearing the sound, saw Chen Ling, and immediately a delighted smile appeared on his face. He strode over:

"Good heavens, Lingzi, you've finally shown up! I was just thinking of going to your village to look for you in the next couple of days!"

"Come on, let's talk in my office."

Han Chuang put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulder, gave the technician a few instructions, and then led Chen Ling away from the workshop.

Han Chuang's office was very simple: a desk, a few chairs, and a filing cabinet.

A production flow chart and several certificates of merit are hanging on the wall.

He poured Chen Ling a glass of water, then gulped down a large glass of cold water himself, wiped his mouth, and said:

"How's it going? Has construction started on the village school?"

"Yeah, we just broke ground. You're pretty well-informed."

"Who doesn't know about this? It's the first one in our county! I heard that the money donated by Hong Kong and Taiwan bosses is still thanks to your influence."

"Forget about saving face, it was just a coincidence..."

Chen Ling waved his hand, saying there was no need for such formalities with Han Chuang.

He stated his purpose directly.

Han Chuang laughed after hearing this: "Lingzi, you've come at the right time. My brother was saying last night that our canned fish last year was very well received, especially the kind made with fish from your reservoir. It tastes fresh and sold out the fastest."

"I was just planning to visit your village to see how the fish are doing at the reservoir this year?"

Chen Ling nodded: "The fish situation is good, no worse than last year. I came here today to discuss this year's canned fish with you. In addition to canned fish, I think we can add some new varieties."

"Oh? What new variety?" Han Chuang became interested and leaned forward.

"The first one is canned peaches."

Chen Ling said, "The peaches in our village and in Taoshugou are growing very well this year."

Tao, the village chief of Taoshugou, also complained to me that the peaches were ripe but he couldn't transport them out.

If we could buy them and make canned goods, it would not only help them find a market, but also give us another product.

"We've made canned peaches before, but they didn't sell as well as canned oranges, or even canned pear juice..."

Han Chuang stroked his chin thoughtfully: "I actually think the idea of ​​selling mixed canned goods that you told me about two years ago is pretty good. If all else fails, we can just put them together and sell them."

Another issue is purchasing and storing them; peaches only ripen for a limited time, so we have to hurry.

"I'll have someone coordinate this."

Chen Ling said, "I'll decide the price for the peaches from our village and those from Taoshugou. You can set the price for the peaches from Taoshugou yourselves."

For transportation, we'll first use tractors to transport them all to your factory; that should be enough time.

"Okay, let's do it this way!..."

Han Chuang was very excited: "Come and visit the factory! You're one of the owners now, and it's all under your 'Wealthy Manor' name. You have no idea what kind of machines and production lines our factory has..."

"Also, Xiaoqing said, 'Should we have Qingzhong and the others set up a spicy snack factory?'" "Are they still operating it?"

"It's in progress, but the problem is still with the puffed spicy strip machine. We need to figure it out quickly before we can open the factory."

The two toured the cannery, visiting the factory buildings and machinery while talking.

After finishing their business, Han Chuang insisted that Chen Ling stay for dinner: "Perfect timing, a new mutton restaurant has opened in town, the food is pretty good, let's have a drink, and you should try it too, see how it compares to the mutton in Yangtougou back home."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Chen Ling stayed.

After the meal, Han Chuang took Chen Ling to see a plot of land he had recently planned for a factory.

Based on this year's development momentum, we'll have to expand again next year.

……

It was past 2 p.m. when we left the cannery.

Han Chuang escorted Chen Ling all the way to the factory gate, and the two stood and talked for a while.

"Lingzi, drive carefully. I'll arrange manpower for the peach matter as soon as possible. You should first inform the people in Peach Tree Valley so they can prepare." Han Chuang patted Chen Ling on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll take care of it when I get back."

Chen Ling untied the reins from the tree, mounted his horse, and said, "Chuangzi, if there's anything we can help with at the factory, just let us know."

"Don't worry, why would I stand on ceremony with you!"

Chen Ling gave the reins a tug, and the little blue horse started walking back the way it came.

On a May afternoon, sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the poplar trees along the road, casting dappled shadows.

A gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of green seedlings from the fields.

The little blue horse seemed to have eaten its fill, its steps light but not hurried, its hooves clattering on the dirt road with a leisurely rhythm.

As Chen Ling rode on his horse, he was still thinking about the cannery.

Han Chuang is very motivated, and the factory is developing well. After the floods this year, it will be time to launch some new products.

Upon arriving in the county town, near the small courtyard in the south of the town.

He spotted a familiar black jeep parked by the roadside in the distance. Liang Yuemin was standing by the car waving at him, and Liu Yinhuan and Xiaoming were also sticking their heads out of the car window.

"Uncle! We're here..." Xiaoming waved his arms excitedly.

"Fugui! I was just wondering if I could run into you!" Liang Yuemin greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Yuemin, sister-in-law, are you here to see Aunt Hongyu?..." Chen Ling reined in his horse and dismounted.

"No, I specifically waited for you here!"

Liang Yuemin patted the car door, a mysterious smile on his face: "Come on, I'll take you to see something new and take care of some business."

"Something new?"

Chen Ling raised an eyebrow in confusion. Judging from their posture, it didn't seem like they hadn't been able to wait for him in the village and had just bumped into him on the way.

Liu Yinhuan chimed in with a smile, "Yes, Fugui, your brother Yuemin has been talking about you for days. He says that you're now the second boss of our company and a capable person in the surrounding area. How can you manage without modern communication tools? It's too inconvenient."

Xiao Ming shouted from the back seat, "Uncle! Dad's going to get you a 'big brother' mobile phone! Then I can call you anytime!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling was both amused and exasperated.

He certainly knew about cell phones. These days, they're not uncommon in Hong Kong or provincial capitals, but in their county, they're still a rare "luxury."

His first instinct was to decline: "Brother Yuemin, this... isn't it too much of a waste? I live in the village, so if I need anything, I can just run over or give a signal. I don't need that thing, and it's ridiculously expensive. I don't even know how good the signal is..."

"Oh, please don't refuse!"

Without saying a word, Liang Yuemin opened the car door and shoved him into the car.

"Don't worry about the money; it's provided by the company."

"Think about it, how convenient would it be to have a mobile phone for things like the village school, the breeding farm, the dog farm, and for you to contact the city and county about flood control dikes? Do you expect me to drive all over the world looking for you every time, or have the postman deliver letters to you?"

Liu Yinhuan also advised, "Fugui, just listen to your brother Yuemin. You have responsibilities now, so easy communication is the most important thing. Besides, if Susu and the children have any emergencies, they can find you."

Xiao Ming chimed in, "Uncle, with a cell phone, I can call you whenever I miss you! And Rui Rui can talk to me too!"

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the family of three, Chen Ling was half-heartedly pulled into the car.

The little green horse was intelligent and obediently followed the car without being told.

The car drove directly to the county post office.

At that time, mobile phone services were still under the jurisdiction of the post and telecommunications bureau. (Liang)
The Vietnamese residents were clearly well-prepared; they found the person in charge with practiced ease, filled out forms, selected numbers, and paid the fees...

After a short time, a heavy black Nokia phone, still in its box, was handed to Chen Ling.

Touching the cold, hard outer shell and looking at the bright light on the small screen, Chen Ling felt a mix of emotions.

This thing is definitely a status symbol nowadays, but deep down he still prefers the kind of peace and quiet where he can't be disturbed all the time.

However, Liang Yuemin's words make sense; he does need a more efficient way of communicating right now.

"I've saved your numbers: mine, Yinhuan's, the city company's, and Hua Ge's, Director Zhong's, and theirs..."

Liang Yuemin enthusiastically taught him how to turn on the phone, dial, and answer calls.

"Don't worry about the signal. It's basically available in the county town. As for your village... I've inquired, and you should be able to get one or two bars of signal even on the higher ground up the slope."

Chen Ling awkwardly pressed the buttons; he hadn't used this thing in a long time, and he used to use smartphones.

Using this old-fashioned mobile phone now feels more difficult than taming a wild buffalo.

He chuckled helplessly, "Well, now it's hard to find any peace and quiet. When this thing goes off, I have to jump around like a wind-up frog to catch it."

His vivid metaphor amused everyone.

Liu Yinhuan laughed and said, "How could that be? It's just a tool. Whether you use it or not is up to you. You can keep it off most of the time."

After the formalities were completed, Liang Yuemin saw that it was still early and said, "Let's go, Fugui, let's go check on your forest farm breeding base. Shanmao and the others went to the city to pick up the dogs today, so let's see how the new place is being prepared."

"Okay, that's perfect, I was thinking of going to take a look too."

Chen Ling nodded.

The group then drove to the forest farm.

Upon arriving at the forest farm, as soon as he got out of the car, Xiaoming, like a bird released from its cage, cheered and rushed towards the dog farm.

I haven't been here for a few days, and the finishing touches are basically complete, making it look much neater.

Although Lynx and Zhang Lihua went to the city, Zhao Dahai and several villagers they had invited were cleaning up the site and tidying up.

And provide timely food and water for the dogs during their mating season.

"Hey, Fugui, Yuemin, you're here too!"

When Zhao Dahai saw them, he was pleasantly surprised and hurried over to greet them.

"Hmm, I came to check. Is everything alright today?" Chen Ling asked, looking around.

"It's great! Hehe..."

Zhao Dahai lowered his voice and chuckled, "It's those livestock. They get really restless this time of year, especially that big bull. It keeps trying to get into the deer-raising area even from across the pen."

Chen Ling laughed and said, "That's normal. Let them make their own way. Just make sure they don't mix up the different kinds."

As they were talking, Xiaoming suddenly shouted from the bushes next to the dog farm:
"Dad! Uncle! Come quick! There's a little deer here! It's so tiny!"

Everyone followed the sound.

The bushes outside the deer farm swayed a few times, and then two furry little heads peeked out.

There are two deer, one big and one small.

This little muntjac, scientifically known as Reeves' muntjac, is about the size of a rabbit and is very cute.

These were the mother and daughter muntjac cubs that Chen Ling had once adopted.

Before going to Hong Kong Island, we also stayed here.

The two little muntjacs were indeed very small, with legs as thin as chopsticks.

Although the smaller one had grown up, it still clung tightly to its mother, looking at the crowd with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Chen Ling gestured for everyone to stay still and slowly squatted down.

He took out a few broad beans he had just grabbed from the mutton restaurant from his pocket and gently placed them on the ground.

The muntjac watched him warily, its nose twitching as it smelled the aroma of broad beans.

After hesitating for a while, it cautiously moved forward a few steps, quickly picked up a broad bean, and then went back to chew it.

Seeing its mother eat, the little muntjac bravely scooted forward and lowered its head to sniff the broad beans.

"They are so cute..."

Xiao Ming was so engrossed in watching that he whispered, "Uncle, can we take them back to the farm and raise them? I want to sleep with them for the next few days..."

Chen Ling thought for a moment and said, "Muntjacs are timid, especially young ones. It's not really suitable for them to stay in a house with a tiger."

However... if you really want to take them home, you can try keeping them in your house, but you can't complain about their poop and pee.

Xiao Ming's eyes lit up: "I definitely won't mind. I'll clean for them and wipe their butts, I'll do anything."

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