I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 185 Things Are Getting Better
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The little sand cat scratched its head in frustration; it could only remember five numbers at most.

The black serval twitched its whiskers, glanced into the rescue station, and licked its paws: [A few less is fine, Station Chief Xu has plenty of eggs.]
[Don't count, kid, I'm afraid you'll faint.]
The little sand cat had no choice but to give up.

Meanwhile, the culprits had rolled into a ball of orange fur in the shelter while fighting over the biggest meatball.

Nothing unexpected happened in the days that followed, and Xu Ying lived a fulfilling life.

The Qiao family's construction team has now arrived in the desert. In addition to starting construction on the pet hospital, Qiao Yanli has also arranged a construction team for Xu Ying, allowing her to build whatever she wants with a wave of her hand.

Xu Ying then rubbed his hands together and began planning accommodations for the children and adults at his rescue station.

More than half a month has passed.

On the six newly built camel sheds, Xu Ying wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

She chose sturdy poplar wood for the supports and built a semi-open canopy in the sheltered area of ​​the rescue station. The roof was covered with double-layered sunshade netting, which filtered out the scorching sunlight while still allowing for ventilation.

Each shed is about three meters square, covered with soft sand dug from the dry riverbed, where six Bactrian camels are leisurely kneeling and lying, their thick feet sinking comfortably into the sand.

The most meticulously designed area is the feeding area—Xu Ying transformed discarded oil drums into six automatic water troughs, which are connected to a newly drilled deep well.

With a simple push of the lever by a camel's nose, cool well water gushed forth. At that moment, the largest camel in the herd, Mountain Peak, was demonstrating this novel device, while the other camels watched intently, occasionally letting out a series of grunts of amazement.

Behind the rest area, Xu Ying used old tires to create a sand bath area, filled with sifted fine sand and mixed with insect-repelling herbal powder.

The mischievous "Little White Nose" couldn't wait to roll around inside, kicking up puffs of sandy mist carrying the scent of medicine, which prompted its companions to follow suit.

The most unique thing is the row of "itchy posts" - Xu Ying fixed several dead saxaul trunks in the sand, and tied bristle brushes of different hardness to the trunks.

The camels could scratch themselves as much as they wanted, easily scraping off the burrs and camel thorns stuck in their manes.

The older camel was squinting, rubbing its chin back and forth on the softest brush, its mouth frothing with happiness.

"Rubbing against each other" is a special little habit of camels. Camels' thick fur is prone to parasites, and the scent left behind by rubbing against each other is a way for them to communicate. Camels rubbing against each other can also enhance their relationship.

Even when you make new friends, you shouldn't forget your old ones.

The Gobi bear had been making do in the desert and often helped out at Xu Ying's rescue station.

Xu Ying squatted on the sand next to the rescue station, her fingertips gently tracing the newly drawn design, the edges of the wooden planks still carrying the scent of freshly sawn wood.

The bear enclosure she designed was small, but sturdy enough—four thick poplar trees were deeply embedded in the sand, supporting a semi-open sunshade that could block the wind and sand without making the Gobi bears feel confined.

The shed is covered with a thick layer of dry straw, which is soft and dry, and is its favorite texture.

In the corner, she built a shallow trough with stones, connected to a thin water pipe from the rescue station. Clear water flowed slowly in, creating tiny ripples at the bottom of the trough.

"That way you won't have to go far to find water."

She spoke softly, patting the edge of the sink.

The Gobi bear slowly approached, its wet nose touching the water's surface, then looked up at her, its bright black eyes reflecting the light.

Xu Ying smiled and pointed to the other side of the shed—there was a low wooden box with an old blanket she had found in the shelter's warehouse inside, and a soft cloth was sewn around the edge to prevent splinters from scratching its fur. "It's windy at night, you can sleep here."

The Gobi bear grinned, revealing two rows of large teeth. It clumsily climbed into the wooden box, its massive body sinking into the blanket. It rubbed against the blanket comfortably, making low purring sounds in its throat.

Xu Ying squatted down beside it, gently combing the slightly knotted fur on its neck with a special brush. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, casting long shadows on the sand.

The modern small farm sponsored by Mr. and Mrs. Feng Yun has also been put into use.

As the morning light of dawn just dipped above the horizon in the Gobi Desert, the silver-gray farmhouses were already in operation.

The solar panels glowed with a pale blue light, absorbing the desert sunlight.

Xu Ying pushed open the door, and the damp, earthy smell wafted out.

The temperature control system made a clicking sound, giving one the feeling of being in a factory. The supplemental lighting strips on the vertical cultivation racks lit up one after another, bathing each seedling in a soft, warm light.

The drip irrigation system starts gently, and a fine mist of water is sprayed down. The water droplets condensing on the leaves reflect the morning light, creating a lush and green scene that is soothing to the eye.

The vines of the sandy meatballs climb the trellis and stretch out, with unripe fruits hidden among the dense leaves. In a few days, they will be tinged with a festive red blush.

Xu Ying gently stroked the fuzzy stems and leaves with her fingers, already imagining how plump and juicy they would look when they matured.

Make them into a sweet and sour meatball and egg drop soup, or mix them with a spoonful of wild Gobi honey sent by the villagers of Dongqing Village, and they become the most delicious little meatballs in the desert!
The drought-resistant cucumber vines next to it are growing wildly, with tender green tendrils twining around the support and tiny, pale yellow flowers blooming.

The earliest cucumbers that grow are only about the thickness of a finger, with fine fuzz on their skin. In another ten days, the tenderest ones can be picked, chilled in well water, crushed, and drizzled with vinegar and minced garlic. The refreshing and crisp taste can dispel the heat of the whole day.

The desert asparagus at the bottom of the cultivation rack has just broken through the soil, and the pale purple tender shoots timidly peek out.

These delicate seedlings need careful nurturing, but the first harvest can be obtained in twenty days.

Xu Ying squatted down and gently touched the tender shoots with her fingertips. She had already planned to use them to make a stir-fried asparagus dish. With just a little salt and olive oil, her natural sweetness would come out.

What surprised her most was the cactus dish. The thick, fleshy cactus slices had long since lost their sharp spines, and the dark green flesh looked exceptionally plump in the morning light.

In another two weeks, these tender, gelatinous cactus leaves will be ready to harvest. She's planning to try making a cactus salad, shredding it, chilling it, and tossing it with lemon juice and cilantro—it should be the most refreshing appetizer on a hot summer day.

The temperature control panel emits a gentle beep and displays the most suitable environmental parameters for plant growth. No wonder it's a biotechnology company run by a professor; the technology is top-notch!
Xu Ying adjusted the rhythm of the drip irrigation system, watching the clear water slowly seep into the cultivation substrate.

Looking at her modern farm, Xu Ying stood with her hands on her hips, feeling completely satisfied. But when she turned around, she was startled by the "wild man" standing outside the glass house.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn't a wild man, but Liu Kai, who was there to plant trees near her rescue station.

By this time, he had become unkempt from planting trees; his hair was disheveled, his face was exhausted, and his body was filthy.

Liu Kai wore a bitter smile. Every time he thought about the bet he made with Xu Ying, he couldn't help but slap himself a few times.

It's all my fault for being blinded by Xu Ying's luxury car back then.

At this moment, Liu Kai knocked on the door weakly: "Station Chief Xu, Director Yi asked me to bring you an important message."