Farming Life Starting in Africa

Liu Pei's Adam's apple bobbed. He glanced at Rosen, as if carefully choosing his words, and then tentatively asked, "Um... could the tail be used?"

The tail of the crocodile is indeed the most quintessential part of the fish. It has a slightly gelatinous texture and a chewy, soft, and glutinous feel, similar to bullfrog leg meat, but with an extra layer of oily aroma.

Rosen has been reluctant to eat much of his own tail meat these past few days, keeping it all frozen in the small freezer in the space capsule, planning to use it to celebrate on a special occasion, since the number of crocodiles in the lake is limited.

However, since he had promised to give it to him, he couldn't be too stingy.

"Alright," Rosen stood up, preparing to collect the dishes and chopsticks from the meal and take them to Li Niu's place. "You can get them from my room later; they're all frozen. I'll give you some of the legs and tail."

Liu Pei couldn't suppress his smile and quickly stopped Luo Sen from clearing the dishes: "Thank you, Mr. Luo, thank you, Mr. Luo. Let me do these chores. I'll clean them up after I finish eating."

Rosen nodded and was about to leave when Liu Pei couldn't help but ask again, "Mr. Luo, is the dock still being repaired? Mr. Ding approved the quote we agreed on before, so when do we start construction?"

He remembered that Liu Pei had quoted him $10, which he felt was a bit too expensive. It wasn't like building a dam around a lake; it was just a simple cement dock. That price was enough to build a huge two-story house in China!

Liu Pei blinked and looked at Rosen. This price was set by Boss Ding, who told him to double the price for any project that wasn't too expensive, and that he didn't need to report on small projects anymore.

"Fix it," Rosen said, "but could you dig a pond next to my house? It doesn't need to be too big, three meters deep, about an acre in size, and connect it to the lake with pipes."

Rosen really didn't want to deal with those American crocodiles in the water anymore.

He has never seen the crocodile that attacked Fu Longsheng again, but every time he passes by the lake, he is always worried, feeling that the thing is hiding under the duckweed and watching him.

Even if he caught the big one, he wouldn't dare go swimming in it casually; who knows what surprises might be inside?

Swimming with a three- to five-meter-long crocodile is no different from putting yourself in the water like a takeout container.

He might as well dig another one next to it, build a fence, and completely keep those ferocious big guys out. He could also raise some fish in it and become a true pond owner, fishing every day as a form of entertainment.

Upon hearing that more items were to be added, Liu Pei's left eyelid twitched. Rosen seemed to be bathed in golden light, the embodiment of his God of Wealth. Adding items all the time, and with so little trouble—he was the best client ever.

"Yes, no problem. Mr. Luo, where would you like to have it built? Please take me there to see it. What is this artificial lake intended for? Fish farming or landscaping?"

Liu Pei immediately dismissed the suggestion of a "pond" from Lawson, reasoning that a wealthy tycoon wouldn't need a pond. What he needed was an artificial lake, one with beautiful scenery and style, matching his status and the cost.

"Raise fish, and let them swim at the same time. Don't put cement on the bottom of the pond, just a layer of fine sand or pebbles will do. The water must be flowing and circulating. The fence should be at least 1.5 meters high, to keep out crocodiles."

"No problem, Mr. Luo, I'll go back and contact the designer right away."

After several days of struggling, Rosen finally finished installing the security system on the farm himself.

The job itself wasn't too difficult, but the area was too big, and the wiring made him question his existence. He originally wanted to set up a perimeter of surveillance cameras around the farm, but with over 4,000 acres, to cover every corner, he would need to buy hundreds of cameras, and the wiring would make him dizzy.

In the end, he abandoned the unrealistic idea of ​​"full coverage" and only installed surveillance in the area where he lived, including around the space capsule, the construction site entrance, the area near the row of willow trees by the lake, and the corners of the dirt roads leading to the north and south.

As for the rest of the farm, he opted for an easier method.

Along the boundary, vibration-sensitive alarms were installed at intervals, buried underground with only a thin antenna protruding. Hundreds of alarms formed an invisible fence, creating a thin line that wound around the entire farm.

Once one is triggered, two drones will automatically take off and fly over to check. He has set up the paths and logic, but he hasn't found anyone who can sit and watch the screen yet.

He thought of Mia, wondering how she had made her decision. The wages at that fast food restaurant probably weren't high, and with his farm providing room and board, it should help her think things through sooner.

That morning, he was squatting at the door of the space capsule, using a screwdriver to adjust the sensitivity of a door magnetic sensor, when suddenly he heard the sound of a motorcycle engine.

He looked up and followed the sound. An old Harley-Davidson motorcycle was slowly driving along the dirt road. There were no extra decorations on the motorcycle, only a faded sticker on the side of the fuel tank, the pattern of which was no longer legible.

The rider wore an old baseball cap with the brim pulled low, revealing a section of black sideburns.

The skin on this person's arms was tanned to the light brown color that comes from years of exposure to the outdoors. The muscle definition was still there, but the edges had started to sag, suggesting that he must have been quite muscular in his youth.

Rosen put down the screwdriver, stood up, and watched the motorcycle stop in front of him from a distance. The rider turned off the engine, took off his baseball cap, revealing a face etched by wind and sand, with a thick beard around his neck.

"Hello, my name is Booker, you can also call me Lone Wolf. Mr. Guan contacted me saying you need to learn how to get a private pilot's license?"

Rosen thought this nickname was more interesting than his own; Lone Wolf thought it was incredibly cool. As for Honey Badger… well, others thought, "This kid's got a stubborn streak."

He sized up the man, feeling that he was somewhat familiar, but he didn't have a deep impression of him. He guessed that the man was an antique.

Finally, he gave up on recalling the past and extended his hand to the man: "Hello, my name is Honey Badger. I don't care about certificates or anything, I just want to learn how to fly a plane."

Hearing Rosen say that, Lone Wolf found it somewhat amusing. So what if you don't have a license and can learn to fly a plane? If you get targeted, you'll be arrested along with your plane.

What type of aircraft do you want to learn to fly?

He didn't really care whether Rosen needed a pilot's license or not; he was going to spend the money anyway.

Lone Wolf doesn't seem like the talkative type. He's probably only willing to make this trip because of a friend's request, plus he's free anyway, so he might as well earn a little something.

"Can I learn to fight fighters?" Rosen asked seriously, not in a joking tone.