Ranch Story: Start Over

It has come to this point, Feng Ling did not explain too much, but thinking that he could give everyone a reasonable reason, which could also be regarded as a reasonable explanation for Lao Lu's sudden surrender, Feng Ling also said:

"Haha, it's just a small thing, a little secret. I encountered something strange while traveling in the mechanical civilization continent. I thought it was just like that, but I didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise."

After hearing Feng Ling's words, everyone stopped asking questions. The older people couldn't help but feel a sense of regret: if they were at the same age, they probably wouldn't have the same great determination and courage as Feng Ling. They could only sigh that time is unforgiving, and youth is really a precious asset!

At this age full of vigor and vitality, one can pursue dreams without hesitation and face challenges bravely without worrying too much about the consequences or other people's opinions. Feng Ling must have encountered many difficulties and dangers.

But as an explorer, this fearless state of mind is truly enviable.

"Okay, in that case, in another week, when these black chickens start laying eggs, I will have Star Bird arrange the delivery work. Later, I will make a unique magic weather vane for you. You can hang it at the door of your house and it will remember it, and then you can start."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

"Feng Ling, don't make something ugly."

"Senior sister, that's enough. Don't you know my aesthetic taste?"

Feng Ling rolled his eyes at Lin helplessly. This woman always wanted to prove her existence and always had to find something to do.

"I have no opinion."

Looking at Karin's face that was as cold as frost and snow, a faint smile slowly bloomed, just like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the ice in winter, making people feel extra warm and comfortable. Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and quickly chanted Amitabha in his heart. This woman was not someone he could pursue.

Feng Ling nodded, indicating that he understood what she meant.

Then, he looked around and found that no one else raised any objections or questions. Feng Ling took out a small notebook from his pocket and gently opened its cover.

The notebook was densely packed with various important information and tasks. This was a new habit he developed after recently gaining the sage's posture. At this moment, he wanted to carefully record what he had just decided.

He picked up the pen and carefully wrote on the blank page about making a weather vane.

……

The bright moonlight sprinkled softly on the earth, as if covering the whole world with a layer of white. Under the night sky, a beautiful day was about to come to an end, and the friends who came to help also went home one after another with full harvests.

Looking at the gradually empty pasture, Feng Ling felt a sense of relief. He stood there, quietly gazing at this familiar and kind land. It was true that everything was revived.

After a whole day of hard work, he finally had a moment of peace and rest. At this moment, although his body was exhausted, his heart was full of satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. In one word, "Awesome!"

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a figure slowly approached - it was his grandfather who had been silently watching him today.

Grandpa walked up to Feng Ling, his eyes revealing concern. He asked softly, "Kid, how was your day? Do you have any special feelings?"

"Grandpa, I have never felt such a sense of accomplishment. Not only is it the expectation for the future of the ranch, but also the love and admiration from others. Seeing Lao Lu and the Star Bird, I never thought that something that was a piece of cake for me would be so important to them."

Feng Qingyang smiled and patted Feng Ling's shoulder. This kid was exactly like himself when he was young. As for the secrets about him, the old man didn't care at all. The more secrets his grandson had, the more satisfied the old man was.

……

The next morning, Feng Ling, who had already gotten up at five o'clock, opened the door and heard the chirping of chickens outside, accompanied by the sound of water splashing from the turning waterwheel.

"Oh my god! Master Lu, Xing Hu, you guys are here too early!"

Old Lu was wearing a neat short-sleeved shirt, carrying a 50kg bag of fortified feed with his strong arms, and walking towards the chicken feed trough. As he poured the feed from the bag into the trough, a group of black chickens immediately swarmed over and started to eat.

At the same time, the Star Bird standing nearby showed extraordinary abilities.

This magical bird can not only fully understand human intentions, but also as a spiritual animal, it can communicate with the black chickens without any obstacles. It shoulders an important responsibility - to help Lao Lu maintain order in the black chicken flock.

With the tacit cooperation of the Star Bird, the flock of black chickens, which had just settled down in their new home and were not very adaptable to the pasture, gradually became orderly from the chaotic scene.

The black chicken Xiaobai also actively participated in the process and cooperated with the star bird. Their efforts made the initial scramble disappear without a trace, and replaced it with a harmonious and orderly scene.

The black chickens were excited as they could finally eat food based on fortified feed.

Feng Ling witnessed all this and couldn't help but sigh in admiration. This scene opened his eyes and made him admire the abilities of Lao Lu and the Star Bird.

"Boss, these are all small things. You don't even need to work night shifts here, and the salary is so high. It's really a blessing for me. I used to do more of these rough jobs. They are all small things."

"Then you came too early. These black chickens are fed by a self-service feeder. You don't need to come so early."

Feng Ling does not want to exploit employees to obtain labor. Unlike the original world, here as long as you want, you research and do it, the alchemy furnace can meet most of the needs, just like the automatic feeding machine.

In the world of mechanical civilization, there are time-controlled switches or time relays that can start and stop time switches, while here magic technology similar to photosensitive sensors is used to control time.

Think about the ordinary people of this era. They are only limited by the influence of the current world, coupled with the particle pollution of mechanical civilization. More than 99% of people have not gone to the mechanical civilization continent to see the world, nor do they have that idea. Therefore, many postmodern and ultra-modern things exist in this world. They can be regarded as the composite product of returning after gilding, which is quite magical.

Seeing how busy Old Lu was, Feng Ling also started his morning training. As the difficulty of the training increased, the experience bar for promotion was also slowly rising. Thinking about his current realm, Feng Ling was not so impatient.

"Feng Ling, Master Lu, good morning."

Half an hour later.

Zhuokak's voice came from the other side of the bridge. In the morning light, he watched Zhuokak riding the magic bicycle that he had temporarily lent him along the horizon. Although the little guy was short, he used the magic bicycle in a strange posture, just like a child riding a 28-bar bicycle with his body sideways to form a V shape.

"It's too early for you three. Don't do it again next time. If Mayor Thomas comes to me and accuses me of exploiting you, I won't be able to explain myself."

"It's okay, Brother Feng. We goblins don't need as much sleep as you humans do. This amount of time is just right."

Zhuokak said it indifferently, but in the little guy's heart, it was not easy to find a human rancher, especially an old lord like Feng Qingyang who accepted him, and Feng Ling was very good to him. He must seize this opportunity. He didn't want to go back to the precarious days in the past.

"Just listen to me. I'm doing this for your own good. Just work harder when I need your help!"

Feng Ling found that speaking nicely was useless, so he had to impatiently change his tone to a stern one.

"Good boss!"

"Okay, Brother Feng!"

"Chuck! Chuck!"

"That's right. You insist on arguing with me. You're a bunch of nitpickers."

Feng Ling complained in his heart.