Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 102 - 43 Strong and Fast at Work_1

Chapter 102: Chapter 43 Strong and Fast at Work_1

Yan Fei was indeed hardworking during the day.

With Ma Chao absent, there were over a dozen cows and a few pigs to feed, that work alone kept him busy. Grinding bone meal, breaking up feed, cleaning up cow dung and pigsties, if you wanted to work, there was always work to be done.

After finishing his work, he would level the ground on the empty plot of land to the east of the field.

Leveling the ground was simple, dig down the high places and pile up the low places. But dealing with the weeds were quite challenging, now that they have grown, they all needed to be dug out. Fortunately, in the middle of this piece of land, there were two ditches. He would fill them with those weeds and a lot of soil, then heap them with cow dung to make fertilizers since they would be used for planting later anyway.

Except for a few trees in the middle that hadn’t been cleaned up yet, a large piece of land that needed to be leveled would normally keep several people busy. Yet he managed to finish it all in one day. He even broke two shovels and one rake just doing it. His work pace was comparable to that of a mini bulldozer. Old Cheng and Lin Yumei were of no help at all.

When he finished working in the evening, Yan Fei was quite surprised at himself. He then began exulting with the thought, this speed at which he worked was simply astonishing!

As Old Cheng put it, with his capability to execute the work, why even bother raising cattle? If he worked at a construction site instead, he could earn more money than the team leader of a construction team.

After dinner in the evening, he wasn’t even tired from the day’s work, and in a quick change, he transformed into a cinerous vulture and took off into the sky.

Having completed his mischievous act the previous night, he belatedly realized that he missed out on all the resulting chaos at the factory. This was a disappointment, prompting him to decide to head back that night to check it out.

He flew directly there, no longer needing to follow the winding path of the river, as it had taken him a lengthy route. This time, he could arrive directly in about ten minutes. Upon reaching the airspace above the paper factory and circling around, he noticed something was off.

The first thing that strayed from expectations was that the paper factory wasn’t working overtime that night. The entire factory was brightly lit, but unusually quiet, with no one in sight.

It wasn’t entirely accurate to say that there wasn’t anyone. At the entrance of the paper factory, a jeep was parked, and two policemen wearing wide-brimmed hats were smoking and casually chatting by the roadside ditch!

Had they reported to the police?

After flying a few more rounds, Yan Fei decided to descend to get a closer look. As soon as he landed on a tree inside the factory, he noticed something strange happening at the entrance of one of the workshops, where smoke kept pouring out.

Upon closer inspection, he couldn’t help but curse internally, isn’t this factory making a big fuss over a minor issue? As it turned out, there were actually many people inside the factory.

Most of them were hiding inside the workshop, majority of them were young wearing factory uniforms, equipped with batons, hoes, and shovels and least one with a toy gun. It’s as if they were trying to be funny.

Yan Fei noticed the smoke coming out of the workshop’s entrance because these people were all hiding behind the workshop’s main door. Out of ten, nine were smoking, and a few older ones were even smoking dry tobacco pipes. The smoky scene was reminiscent of fairies riding clouds and mists.

They have probably been hiding since dusk. You could see the smoke from outside the factory gate. Yan Fei initially thought there was a fire in the factory!

Yan Fei squatted on top of the workshop for a long time, listening to the conversation, before figuring out what these people were up to. As it turns out, they were the ones who didn’t believe in the creature at the factory from the previous night. They were stirred by factory leaders to disprove the existence of any creature, so most of them were quite relaxed, chatting while puffing away on their cigarettes!

Indeed, according to them, those who believed in the creature had gone home and didn’t come to work. These non-believers intended to stay at the factory to prove there were no creatures. The factory owner offered a big reward to those who stayed in the factory overnight, they would pay fifty dollars per person.

After listening for a while, Yan Fei transformed back into a little crocodile and slipped over to the policemen’s side, eavesdropped for a while, and then prepared to head back.

These two cops were standing guard while cursing the factory. They were clearly locals from the way they spoke and, probably because there were few people around, they dared to say anything. They complained about being stuck in the factory and thought they’d be better off patrolling the streets, where they could perhaps catch some petty thieves rather than wasting time here.

From the gossip, Yan Fei learned quite a bit about the local area. For example, the liquor factory which always ran ads on Central Station was now running at a loss due to high advertising costs. This was a distillery that boasted a two-thousand-year history with cellars dating back hundreds of years. It was staggering to think that such an establishment might soon be out of business.

None of these matters concerned Yan Fei directly. However, it made him realize that people were no longer amazed by spookiness; they were becoming inured to it! Whether it was fake or real, there seemed to be those who didn’t believe it. The strangeness had become commonplace altogether.

Yan Fei was bit disappointed, but again, since there was no work tonight, he let everyone stew in their superstitions. After a hard day’s work, it wasn’t untrue to say he was tired; he decided to call it a night and go to bed.

Of course, he had no idea about the massive ruckus he’d caused at the factory. Some of the office staff on duty the previous night were even more scared than the gatekeepers. Half of the seven or eight people in the building had been so frightened that they’d been taken straight to the hospital for treatment.

The main reason was that ever since Yan Fei could remember, he had had access to the dinosaur world. Although he didn’t visit often, he had grown immune to its strangeness. Other people, on the other hand, grew up hearing tales of ghosts and demons, so they naturally feared what they couldn’t understand.

Just like the cattle thief he caught, who was willing to pull out a knife against Yan Fei, another human, but when faced with non-human creatures, was nearly scared to death.

For Yan Fei, fear was unfamiliar. If he was afraid of anything, it might have been the strict discipline of his late grandfather, which made him behave more restrained. In fact, when his grandfather had just died, Yan Fei even hoped the superstitions about ghosts were true so his grandfather could come back and clean up after his gluttony and heavy drinking.

Back at the cattle farm, Yan Fei filled his stomach, fed the dogs, and then prepared to sleep, utterly oblivious to the pandemonium he’d caused at the factory, which had still not resumed normal production due to his disturbance the previous night.

Awake and back to work, feeding the cows, pigs, and tending to the fields.

Old Cheng had prepared quite thoroughly and had some seeds brought in at some point, which included various seasonal vegetable seeds. It made Yan Fei wonder when they would ever get around to eating everything if they planted the entire parcel of land.

Yan Fei, meanwhile, was busy relocating trees.

The trees in the area weren’t particularly large or misshapen and were of the common variety seen in the countryside -nothing of real value. Yan Fei originally planned to cut them down for firewood, but Old Cheng suggested it was a waste and that replanting them elsewhere was a better idea.

Yan Fei didn’t mind taking the job; after all, trees were nothing special. In the dinosaur world, there were countless large trees big enough to encircle by several people. Since Old Cheng had asked, he agreed to transplant them.

Digging up trees was quite time-consuming. The trick was selectively cutting the roots during the process and then replanting them in a suitable spot.

This was pure manual labor. He didn’t need any help. He could half-carry, half-drag a tree, roughly two men high and as broad as a bowl, with its roots, and embedded soil still attached. Several passersby stopped to watch him move trees without even trimming the branches.

Breaking a sweat while working felt incredibly satisfying. Meanwhile, the folks in the paper factory were far from happy. Those who had witnessed the creature hid indoors, panic-stricken. Even when notified to return to work, nobody dared to leave.

While some of those who hadn’t witnessed the creature believed the tales, others remained unconvinced. Even with the damaged main door evidence, some people still insisted it wasn’t true. However, regardless of how many people disbelieved the story, the rumors of a monster only grew, becoming increasingly terrifying.

What’s more amusing is that when the two security guards from the factory finally gathered the courage to quit, they found out they’d already been fired. After having just received their wages, they were told that the boss had changed his mind and wanted them back at work, this time with a raise.

They discovered that many others had quit the factory, especially those who had been on duty on the night at the office building.

So it turned out that small-time bosses, who usually pompously flaunted their authority, were no different from ordinary people when they encountered monsters. What was the point of a raise? No more working there, period! They better find a new job to make some money. As for dangers outside? Could they be any more dangerous than blaming a monster for the havoc indoors?