My 1995 Small Farm.

"It was a golden cat..."

Chen Ling thought it was a civet or a yellow-throated marten, but it turned out to be a golden cat.

Although the golden cat was fierce and agile, it was caught off guard by the three well-trained birds of prey attacking from the air and let out a sharp "howl".

Chen Ling didn't get involved; that was Er Tu Zi's "job."

He wanted to establish absolute authority over the area and over that potential threat in Er Tuzi.

Just as it was about to be caught by the eagle's claws, the golden cat suddenly darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Then, without looking back, it ran wildly towards the deep mountains at an incredible speed, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest in just a few leaps.

Er Tu Zi didn't give chase. It circled in the air a few times, letting out a triumphant cry, before landing on a high branch and watching warily in the direction the golden cat had fled.

"Well done!" Chen Ling praised.

As expected, Er Tu Zi did not disappoint him.

Getting rid of this one will at least bring some peace and quiet for a while.

Moreover, having learned this lesson, this golden cat and its kind will definitely not dare to easily approach the area patrolled by Baldy again for some time.

"Let's go, buddy, we have guests waiting at home," Chen Ling said to Er Tuzi.

Er Tu Zi let out a long cry, spread its wings and flew high, circling and leading the way above Chen Ling's head.

Two eagles followed closely behind.

Heiwa and Xiaojin excitedly ran ahead.

With Er Tu Zi back, Chen Ling felt much more at ease.

He quickened his pace and headed out of the mountain.

Judging by the time, Li Lianjie and the others should be arriving soon.

The mountain breeze rustled through the treetops, carrying the faint sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking from the distant village.

The wild fruits in the mountains are almost all gone, but there are still plenty of birds and small animals.

Or rather, there are especially many at this time.

Chen Ling thought for a moment and released some of the parrots from the cave.

Parrots prefer warm and humid climates.

These creatures, nurtured in the cave, are now able to adapt to the climate of most regions.

With this in mind, Chen Ling had an idea.

He found a relatively open clearing in the woods and his consciousness sank into a secluded paradise.

First, there was a group of brightly colored parrots.

These little creatures have been in the cave for a long time, and their feathers are as bright as an overturned palette.

There are red-collared green parrots with pale yellow heads and emerald green bodies.

There is a sun conure with a bright orange-red body and azure blue wingtips.

There were also a few larger macaws with blue and yellow feathers.

They chattered away all day long in the cave, full of intelligence, and had long been accustomed to Chen Ling's presence.

With a thought, Chen Ling summoned about twenty or thirty parrots that appeared above the open space.

"Go on, this mountain forest will be your home from now on."

The parrots were initially a little confused, circling low in the air a few times, but when they felt the fresh air in the forest, saw the dense canopy of trees, and heard the various birdsong, they became excited.

A lead red-collared green parrot chirped merrily and took flight first toward the nearest pine tree, followed closely by the other parrots.

In an instant, the forest, which was originally dominated by green and brown tones, was suddenly bursting with a riot of colors.

The parrots landed on the branches, looking around curiously. Some had already begun pecking at pine cones with their sharp beaks, while others were preening their bright feathers.

Their calls are clear and melodious, and when mixed with the existing birdsong in the mountains and forests, they create a unique charm.

Chen Ling nodded in satisfaction and released a second wave of "immigrants"...bees.

Unlike parrots, bees are more sophisticated social organisms.

The swarm of Chinese honeybees he cultivated in the cave, nurtured by the spirit, were not only larger than ordinary honeybees, but their honey-collecting efficiency and the queen's egg-laying ability were also far superior.

More importantly, these bees have a natural affinity for Chen Ling and almost never attack him.

He selected three medium-sized bee colonies, each with about five to six thousand worker bees.

When the swarm of bees appeared above the open space, it emitted a low "buzzing" sound, like three small golden clouds.

Surrounded by worker bees, the queen bee quickly determined her direction and flew towards a cluster of azaleas in full bloom not far away.

The worker bees followed closely behind, maintaining an orderly fashion.

"With these bees, the wildflower honey production in the mountains this year is likely to double."

Chen Ling thought to himself, "I'll replace those beehives at home with these tomorrow, and I'll learn Xiaolongnu's bee-controlling techniques too."

He had also considered releasing some bats.

There were indeed several fruit bats in the cave, which fed on fruit. They were quite large, with a wingspan of nearly one meter, and were also very intelligent.

But then I thought, although bats can help spread seeds and control pests, they often carry a variety of pathogens. In rural areas where modern medical care is lacking, it would be troublesome if an epidemic broke out.

"Forget it, let's leave the bats in the cave."

Chen Ling shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Heiwa and Xiaojin seemed unfazed by their owner's sudden appearance of so many birds and insects, simply looking up curiously at the parrots playing in the woods.

Er Tuzi narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the parrots.

It clearly sees these brightly colored creatures as potential prey or competitors.

"Er Tuzi, these are all our own people, don't you dare mess with them," Chen Ling patted the eagle's back and instructed.

He knew that Er Tuzi had stolen and eaten bee pupae.

Er Tu Zi let out a low growl, which was taken as an agreement, but his eyes remained wary.

Chen Ling then released some other small animals:

A dozen or so squirrels, their fur exceptionally glossy after being raised in the cave.

A small group of moles that are good at digging and improving the soil.

There were even a few rare, insect-eating small lizards.

These are all little things brought from Hong Kong Island.

As soon as these little creatures land, they quickly disappear into the grass, crevices in rocks, or tree holes to begin exploring their new home.

After finishing these tasks, Chen Ling dusted off his hands and prepared to descend the mountain.

It was getting late, and Li Lianjie and the others should have arrived in the village by now.

He walked back along the path he had come from, with Heiwa and Xiaojin guarding him one in front and one behind, while Ertuzi glided low in the air, sometimes landing on the branches ahead to wait.

The forest was unusually lively due to the arrival of the new "immigrants":
The calls of parrots rose and fell, the buzzing of bees filled the air, and occasionally one or two squirrels could be seen darting by with pine cones in their arms.

Just as Chen Ling reached a bend in the valley, a violent shaking suddenly came from the bushes ahead, accompanied by heavy breathing and the cracking sound of branches breaking.

Heiwa and Xiaojin instantly went on high alert, lowering their bodies and letting out threatening growls.

The two bald men also took to the air and hovered there to keep watch.

Chen Ling stopped and stared intently.

About twenty meters away, the bushes were roughly parted, and a medium-sized wild boar emerged.

This wild boar does look to be in poor condition... its skeleton is large, but its ribs are clearly defined.

Its dark brown mane was messy and dull, and there was white foam at the corner of its mouth.

What's most eye-catching is the three grunting wild boar piglets following behind it, all of them thin and obviously malnourished.

When the wild boar saw Chen Ling, it was clearly taken aback for a moment, but then a fierce and anxious light flashed in its small eyes.

It lowered its head, revealing two not-too-long but still sharp fangs, and pawed at the ground with its front hooves, making a "huffing" warning sound.

"What's wrong with this wild boar? It's like a dog with rabies..." Chen Ling frowned.

Generally speaking, there is no shortage of food in the mountains at the end of May, so wild boars will not go hungry. In addition, they often avoid areas with young pigs.

The sow in front of us is so agitated; it's either extremely hungry or has been provoked by something.

His gaze swept over the bushes behind the wild boar... Several wild berry branches were gnawed into a mess, and some unripe, sour fruits were scattered on the ground.

"Heiwa, Xiaojin, don't attack it first, just drive it away," Chen Ling instructed in a low voice.

He didn't want to kill the mother wild boar with her piglets, after all, life in the mountains and forests is difficult.

However, the wild boar seemed to misunderstand Chen Ling's concession.

Seeing that Chen Ling did not retreat, it let out a sharp howl, kicked off with its hind legs, and charged straight at Chen Ling.

Twenty meters is nothing more than a blink of an eye for a charging wild boar.

Its heavy body smashed through the bushes along the way, bringing with it a stench, and its fangs gleamed coldly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

An ordinary hunter would probably be in a panic by now.

Having experienced the might of the Wild Boar King, Chen Ling felt little apprehensive facing a wild boar of this size.

He didn't even move a step, but calmly watched the trajectory of the wild boar charging towards him.

Just as the wild boar charged about ten meters away, two dark figures darted out from both sides like lightning!
It's Heiwa and Xiaojin.

Their movements were so fast it was dazzling. Heiwa ducked down and cut in from the side, precisely biting the wild boar's foreleg joint.

Little Jin leaped into the air and pounced straight for the soft flesh on the side of the wild boar's neck.

"Crack!"

Heiwa's sharp teeth struck first, and the wild boar's charge suddenly halted, its front legs buckling in pain as it knelt down.

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Jin's teeth embedded themselves deeply into the side of the wild boar's neck, and it frantically shook its head and tore at it.

"Ow...!"

The wild boar let out a shrill scream, its massive body lost its balance, tumbled to the ground, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

The three piglets scattered in fright and hid in the bushes, trembling.

The battle started quickly and ended even faster.

The entire process, from the wild boar launching its charge to being subdued and falling to the ground, takes no more than five seconds.

After their successful attack, Heiwa and Xiaojin did not linger. They quickly retreated, taking up positions on either side, baring their teeth and staring at the wild boar on the ground. If it dared to move again, they would bite into an even more fatal spot.

The wild boar struggled to stand up, but with its injured foreleg joints and bleeding neck, it failed several times and could only lie on the ground panting. The ferocity that had once filled its small eyes had been replaced by fear.

Chen Ling then slowly stepped forward, stopped three or four meters in front of the wild boar, and squatted down to observe it carefully.

"There's something wrong with this wild boar. It wouldn't have survived if it hadn't run into me..."

He realized that the pig was definitely sick.

So he reached for his waist with his right hand, where a hunting knife he had used for many years was tucked.

The blade isn't very long, but the edge is exceptionally sharp after years of sharpening.

In that instant, Chen Ling drew his hunting knife, pressed his left hand firmly against the back of the wild boar's neck, and thrust out the knife with lightning speed!

"puff!"

The knife tip precisely pierced the wild boar's neck between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae, extending obliquely upwards into the cranial cavity.

This is the method of an experienced hunter—clean, efficient, and minimizing the animal's suffering.

The wild boar's charge came to an abrupt halt. Its massive body collapsed forward due to inertia, its limbs twitched a few times, and then it lay still.

The whole process took only two or three seconds, so fast that even Heiwa and Xiaojin didn't have time to intervene.

Chen Ling pulled out his hunting knife, wiped the blood off the grass, and squatted down to examine it.

The wild boar was dead, its eyes were still open, but its pupils were dilated.

The three little wild boars were terrified and huddled together by the bushes, making weak cries.

"I'm sorry," Chen Ling said in a low voice, "You attacked us first, and you're sick too. I'll give you a quick death."

He looked at the three little wild boars, each one thin and bony, and guessed that they would have a hard time surviving in the mountains without their mother.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a hemp rope from the cave and tied the sow's four hooves together. He then tested the weight... about 150 or 160 jin, which wasn't too heavy.

Chen Ling bent down and hoisted the wild boar onto his shoulder.

Pig's blood dripped down his shoulder, staining half of his clothes red, but he didn't care at all.

Then he walked to the bushes, and the three little wild boars shrank back in fright.

"Heiwa, Xiaojin, each of you carry one, be gentle, don't hurt them."

Chen Ling gave the order, then bent down and picked up the smallest of the remaining ones.

Heiwa and Xiaojin understood and carefully picked up the two wild boars by the scruff of their necks.

This is an instinctive action for dogs to transport their puppies and will not cause harm.

The little wild boar struggled at first, but soon became too scared to move.

Chen Ling held the smallest one in his arms. The little creature trembled, but seemed to sense the reassuring aura emanating from Chen Ling and gradually calmed down.

"Come on, go home."

Chen Ling carried a wild boar on his back, held a baby wild boar in his arms, and followed behind two dogs carrying the baby wild boar in their mouths.

With two bald men hovering overhead as guards, the group marched down the mountain in a grand procession.

The scene was truly astonishing: a young man covered in blood was carrying a wild boar weighing over 100 pounds, with a baby wild boar in his arms, while two imposing dogs each carried a piglet, and birds of prey circled overhead to clear a path.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you probably wouldn't believe it's real.

Speechless all the way.

Chen Ling walked steadily, as if on flat ground even while carrying a wild boar on a mountain path.

About an hour later, he emerged from the forest and stood on the hillside, where he could already see the outline of Chenwangzhuang.

As noon approached, wisps of smoke rose from the village chimneys, and the sounds of gongs, drums, and work chants could still be faintly heard from the construction site on the riverbank.

He quickened his pace and walked along the ridges of the fields toward the village.

Passing by my own wheat field, I saw that the wheat ears had turned yellow, shimmering like waves of gold in the sunlight.

On the path beside the wheat field, from a distance, I could see two military green jeeps parked outside my own yard gate.

The license plate is a local license plate.

At the entrance of the farm, Wang Cunye and Gao Xiulan were chatting with two guests, Kang Kang and Lele.

One of them was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, but Chen Ling recognized him at a glance as Li Lianjie.

The scene of him carrying a blood-soaked wild boar on his shoulder, holding a piglet in his arms, and being followed by a hunting dog carrying a piglet behind him, unexpectedly entered everyone's field of vision.

The courtyard gate fell silent instantly.

Li Lianjie's sunglasses slipped down to his nose, revealing his wide-open eyes in surprise.

His assistant stared wide-eyed, nearly dropping his briefcase.

Chen Ling, however, acted as if nothing had happened, placing the wild boar on the stone platform next to the courtyard gate with a "thud," kicking up a little dust.

He brushed the grass clippings off his clothes and smiled at Li Lianjie: "Mr. Li, you've arrived? I'm sorry, I was delayed in the mountains for a while."

Li Lianjie then came to his senses. He took off his sunglasses and his gaze shifted from the still-bleeding wild boar carcass to the grunting little wild boar in Chen Ling's arms, then to the two wild boars that Heiwa and Xiaojin were carrying, and finally back to Chen Ling's calm face.

As an action star who has filmed countless martial arts scenes and witnessed bloodshed, Jet Li considers himself to be exceptionally courageous.

But the scene before him still had a strong impact on him.

It wasn't fear, but a primal, wild shock.

The young man, who had just carried a 300-pound wild boar as if it were nothing, now smiled gently and honestly, his body still stained with blood and grass.

He has a contradictory quality about him.

It possesses both a clean and gentle quality, as well as a fierce and courageous spirit.

"Mr. Chen..."

Li Lianjie took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "You... just came back from hunting?"

"That's it."

Chen Ling handed the baby wild boar to Wang Susu, who came to greet him: "I ran into a crazy boar in the mountains. I dealt with it. I hope Mr. Li will forgive my poor performance."

Wang Susu took the little wild boar and said gently, "Ah Ling, wash up first. Mr. Li just arrived."

"it is good."

Chen Ling nodded to Li Lianjie: "Mr. Li, please have a seat. I'll change my clothes and come right away."

He went straight to the well and drew water to wash the blood off his hands and face.

His movements were natural and casual, as if he had just done some farm work rather than killed a wild boar.

Li Lianjie watched his retreating figure, then looked at the enormous wild boar carcass on the stone platform, and felt a surge of indescribable complex emotions welling up inside him.

Before coming, Xu Yingguang only said that Chen Ling was a capable and extraordinary person who knew medicine, could tame wild beasts, and was also the behind-the-scenes owner of braised beef noodles.

But he never expected that this "strange" word would contain such a bloody and brutal side.

The assistant leaned over and whispered, "Brother Jie, this guy... doesn't look like a doctor, he looks more like..."

“What does it look like?” Li Lianjie asked in a low voice.

"Like a Hong Kong assassin..." The assistant swallowed hard.

Li Lianjie remained silent.

He watched as Chen Ling washed away the bloodstains, dried his hands with a cloth, and turned back, his gentle demeanor restored.

But Li Lianjie knew that beneath that gentleness lay a ruthless power capable of killing a wild boar with a single blow, and a strength that allowed him to carry two hundred pounds with ease.

"Mr. Li, please come inside."

Chen Ling gestured for him to proceed, as if the scene from just moments ago had never happened: "Your leg injury is more important; let's assess the situation first."

Li Lianjie gave Chen Ling a deep look, then suddenly smiled.

There was a hint of relief and a touch of admiration in that smile.

“Mr. Chen, I am now even more convinced that you can heal my injuries.”

He said, "A person who is so decisive about life and death in the mountains must also have ruthless methods when it comes to injuries and illnesses."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling smiled and said, "Mr. Li, you flatter me. The mountains and forests have their own laws, and the medical profession has its own rules. Killing when necessary and saving when necessary are both our duties."

These words struck Li Lianjie like a chord, and he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Boss Chen has insight!"

He said no more, and with his assistant's help, followed Chen Ling into the main room. (End of Chapter)