The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 417 Walking the Dog Back in the Village
According to the descriptions of the black muntjacs, a strange fragrance has been emanating from Changxi Town in the past two days.

Not only did the black muntjacs come with their families, but some ferocious beasts also ran out from the mountains. However, the strange fragrance that attracted them spread throughout Changxi Town, enveloping the entire village and making it difficult to identify its source.

But An Sheng couldn't smell the strange fragrance. He even asked the village's Paw Patrol, but the dogs all looked confused. Clearly, they couldn't smell the peculiar fragrance.

"Whatever it is, come down first and we'll talk about it. We'll definitely help if we can."

After Ah Qing's earnest persuasion and the provision of a better viewing platform, the black muntjacs all agreed to come down from the double-eaved hip roof of the ancestral hall.

The elderly and villagers all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Qing, how about we call the Forestry Bureau and have them come and give us the bonus? We shouldn't waste it if we can use it; our family isn't exactly wealthy anyway."

An Sheng turned her gaze away from the dog and, with a happy expression, made a suggestion to A Qing.

Rescuing nationally protected animals is, in principle, a purely charitable act with no cash reward.

Different regions have different detailed rules, and in some areas, subsidies and banners can be obtained from the forestry bureau. However, the prerequisite for receiving subsidies is that they are occasional assistance, in order to prevent people from fraudulently obtaining subsidies.

Ah Qing had previously submitted a fish to the National First-Class University.

The forestry bureau awarded me several thousand yuan as living expenses.

Now, with so many black muntjacs handed over, we could buy a four-seater electric car for our family.

"Uh, isn't that a bad idea?"

Listening to the little fox's unethical opinion, A-Qing looked at the five forestry bureau staff members who were squatting by the roadside smoking, their dark circles resembling those of a giant panda.

The forestry bureau officials were present the whole time, but they couldn't do anything about those black muntjacs.

Using a tranquilizer gun, the black muntjac fell off the roof.

Using ropes to lasso them is utter nonsense; if they get startled and overturn the Chen clan's ancestral hall, things will become even more complicated.

"What's wrong with that? Trust me, we picked up all these black muntjacs from the rooftop!" The little fox whimpered mischievously, trying to persuade Ah Qing to become a social butterfly.

"no!"

After thinking for a moment, A-Qing firmly disagreed and pinched the mouth of the little fox in her mother's arms.

"Hehehe—"

The little fox, whose mouth was pinched, changed its whimpering into a "lè lè lè" sound with its tongue sticking out.

An Sheng rolled her eyes: "Nah neah neah!"

After inviting the old black muntjacs down, Ah Qing was invited by Old Chen to have a meal in the ancestral hall. Yu Zhenghong, who had been missing earlier, was also in the ancestral hall. A group of old men held hands to prevent the black muntjacs from knocking over the enshrined ancestral tablets.

"Ah Qing! Hurry! The lychee pork is served, and please put some wasabi soy sauce in the bowl of the blanched squid."

"I don't want the salted vegetable, bamboo shoot, and pork rib soup. Throw that plate of braised winter melon and clams in Old Deng's face."

Although An Sheng wasn't very enthusiastic about working, he was very enthusiastic about eating. Sitting in his high chair, he would gaze at the dishes on the table and pat A Qing on the shoulder to ask her for help.

but.

Upon seeing the clams appear, An Sheng showed a look of disgust on her face.

In Xia Dong's home-style cooking, clams are a staple. Stir-fried clams with loofah, you'll find sand in them; steamed clams with eggs, you'll find sand in them; even clam and winter melon soup still has sand in it.
An Sheng loathed clams and came to Xia Dong every year to buy them, only to eat so many that he almost broke his teeth.

"Come on, Ah Qing, have a drink. Thanks to your help, we managed to save the roof of the ancestral hall." At the table, Old Chen raised his teacup and offered Ah Qing a cup of tea.

Ah Qing responded by picking up a can of cola.

Then, some uncles and elders came over and asked Ah Qing to help out at the tea factory.

There's not much to do; just go over to the machine-picked tea leaves and shout a couple of times to see if there are any poisonous snakes. For various reasons, summer and autumn teas, which aren't very valuable, are all machine-picked. A large sack is used to cover the tea-picking machine, which can cut across an entire mountain, saving a lot of manpower.

The downside is that during machine harvesting of tea leaves, bamboo vipers, five-step snakes, or other venomous snakes are often caught in the large sacks. Every year, there are reports of people being bitten by snakes while the tea leaves are being dried or roasted.

While manual harvesting can avoid this, the cost of manual labor is too high, so it is only used for high-value tea leaves, or for spring tea or autumn Tieguanyin tea.

Tea pickers earn six or seven hundred yuan a day, including three meals a day.

The salary seems high, but the working hours are only forty to sixty days a year, and the workload is very heavy.

If it were all done by manpower, the price of staple food and tea would explode.

"Ah Qing, I'm full. I'm going out to find Lai Fu and the others to stroll around the streets. Give me that chicken leg."

While A-Qing and her uncles were talking, An-Sheng showed off the meat on his plate. After eating until his belly was round and full, he wiped his mouth and told A-Qing that he was going out to play.

It can't really be described as going on vacation.

An Sheng planned to visit Lin Ying's house. It had been a while since she had seen her, and she didn't know how Lin Ying was doing.

If the situation is still not optimistic, then take Lin Ying to the Xia Dong Security Bureau and get a few bottles of spirit granules.

Demolishing your house is always better than being depressed.

"Laifu! I brought you half a chicken and two eggs to help you recover."

An Sheng, carrying a takeout box from the ancestral hall, strolled back to his home, then darted up the wall and shouted towards the neighboring house, Da Pingli.

"Ow?"

As Laifu gradually regained his weight, he poked his head out of his doghouse. The typical Labrador's frowning expression slowly relaxed, and he happily wagged his steel tail to greet Master Fuli.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Laifu was very happy to see his friend again after not seeing him for a while, as the friend brought him some things.

"I packed some food for you. Tonight, our Paw Patrol will assemble and patrol the territory together!" An Sheng put the takeout box in Lai Fu's house and made a promise to go shopping together tonight to earn some wish points.

"Woof woof woof!" Laifu munched on a big chicken leg, responding to Master Fuli.

"Okay, don't wander off tonight."

An Sheng jumped from the wall onto the asphalt road and walked along the road until he arrived at Lin Ying's house. He then used his facial recognition to enter the house through his own gate.

Lin Ying's garden hasn't changed much, except that the koi in the swimming pool have turned into pigs.

An Sheng walked along the edge of the pool, knocked on the door, and the nanny inside was startled. When she saw that Master Fuli had returned, she immediately went to open the door and said, "Welcome home, Master Fuli."

"We received a call from Butler Lin this morning informing us of your return. Miss Lin is in her bedroom."

"嘤——"

An Sheng responded and went up the stairs, saying with a cheerful expression, "Lin Ying, Lin Ying, I've come to play with you! How about afternoon tea this afternoon?"

After squeezing through the door...

"Huh? What's going on here?" An Sheng, who had squeezed into Lin Ying's dorm room, looked surprised.

Lin Ying, dressed in a bodysuit, stood in front of a full-length mirror with her arms outstretched, while two women in suits and denim aprons surrounded her, measuring her bust and other measurements.

"The customization and installation measurements for the formal wear," Lin Ying said with a smile to Master Fu Li.

"Custom-made formal wear?" An Sheng asked curiously, having never seen anything like it before.

(End of this chapter)