Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1013 - 536: Greenhouse Consultant

Chapter 1013: Chapter 536: Greenhouse Consultant

In the afternoon, Yan Fei took Wang Jiuming, Chen Yingjun, and a group of others to tour Wan City Nature Reserve. Although the season was still a bit chilly, after the New Year, the weather in Wan City was usually good enough to make willow leaf tea from the buds, so it wasn’t too cold.

After returning, he disappeared by himself for a while, then came back with two fish.

The group was astonished by the sight of the fish flopping around, one resembling a baby in its squeals, and another that resembled a shark in its oddity.

Yan Fei was completely composed, "Do you think these fish could grow so big and fat if they were wild? And as for this one, when have you ever heard of such a fish being from around here?"

The two fish Yan Fei picked were no small in size, let alone being wild, it is rare even among cultivated ones to see them grown this big.

In fact, although there are quite a few special breed farmers now, these two types of fish are unheard of in cultivation in any place. Everyone had only seen them in theory or in specimens—like Wang Jiuming and his group from Agricultural University, who would definitely know more about this.

So, his comment cleared up everyone’s doubts: It looked like these were indeed "raised" by Boss Yan himself.

In plain words, originally, since everyone was busy to death, what was the point of them wasting an afternoon here? Besides, since the fish were already caught, it was just about finding some psychological comfort.

Of course, Boss Yan truly was an exemplar of animal conservation; now he rarely consumed wild chickens and hares from the real world, mainly eating those raised in his own dinosaur world—another reason being the decreasing number of such animals in reality, and the better flesh quality of those raised in the dinosaur world.

As for the golden eagle catching wild hares or chickens, for the countryside, these creatures were nuisances, so catching them wasn’t a big deal.

In the evening, the group focused mainly on eating, drinking less alcohol. For someone like Wang Jiuming who had primary work responsibilities, spending more leisurely days like this was simply impossible.

While eating fish that they normally couldn’t, the group was moved to reflection.

Wang Jiuming and the others even suggested that Yan Fei start a specialty breeding operation—given the two fish Yan Fei had brought in, if he were to engage in specialty farming, it would definitely be more profitable than cattle farming.

It’s just that permits for special breeding were difficult to obtain, and since everyone was in a hurry to leave, they didn’t discuss it in detail.

After dinner, Wang Jiuming’s group rushed back to the Provincial City overnight. Chen Yingjun was definitely staying behind. However, his Tibetan Mastiff had been sent back in the afternoon, Er Bao was entrusted with taking photos and bringing the dog back—this was ideal as Er Bao was taciturn and the other workers would not dare to speak out of turn.

It was just as well Chen Yingjun didn’t go back, it left room for imagination for those wealthy second-generation aspiring to own Tibetan Mastiffs. By the time he returned, those people would probably have already concocted tales of one Mastiff fighting two tigers, saving him the trouble of lying.

However, he couldn’t leave immediately, as Chen Yingjun still needed to wait for his documents.

The next morning during breakfast, Yan Fei began formally assigning work, "I’m planning to rent some land next to the greenhouse to raise cattle. I thought about finding a new place, but I feel that if it’s too far, it would be troublesome. It’s good to keep it nearby for easier management, so you all wouldn’t need to commute. What do you think?"

Usually, whatever he proposed would go unopposed since everyone rarely contradicted him. He mentioned this now because he was too lazy to go find the old party secretary of the western village and was preparing to let Heizi handle the land rental.

But this time, he was opposed.

The opposing party was led by Old Cheng, who said with a pained expression, "Isn’t this a waste? Hong Kong hasn’t even requested more supplies for starting a new store, and if we’re just talking about adding this new one, less than two hundred cattle can be raised right here in our place. Besides, there are crops in the field. If we rent the land now, won’t the crops be ruined?"

Heizi firmly supported Yan Fei, "It’s just a few acres, just compensate them a bit more. Besides, their village uses cow manure from our farm, saving them a lot of money on fertilizer. It gives them a chance to make money, a few acres is a small matter right?"

Soon, everyone was split into two factions. One side led by Old Cheng, the older generation, who thought wasting resources was bad.

Moreover, the old guard had more concerns; Old Cheng also mentioned, "Besides, I have always felt that the place you have now, though it looks nice, isn’t very safe. If there’s a flood, it could be submerged. I think it’s better to consider it more. If you’re looking, find a better place, even if it’s farther, it won’t matter. We have so many vehicles now and the roads are good; it just takes a few minutes even if it’s twenty or thirty miles away."

The other side represented by the youth like Heizi, believed that land should be acquired sooner to build a new facility. As for the flooding concern, everyone agreed with Yan Fei’s view, "It hasn’t flooded here for many years. You all are like someone bitten by a snake and then afraid of a well rope for ten years. Just because of the big flood over twenty years ago, you still remember it! When have you ever seen water flood the bamboo grove since then? We haven’t."

That big flood over twenty years ago was still vividly remembered by the people around Sancha River, especially by the older generation. Just when life was getting a bit better, the flood occurred, causing many to suffer and go hungry again.

Even now, some elderly people still talk about it, mentioning how the country sent helicopters to drop bags of buns down, some falling into mud pits, yet were still picked up and eaten—luckily, the rescue was timely back then; otherwise, many would have starved.