Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1088 - 563: Bricks that Float on Water_2

Chapter 1088: Chapter 563: Bricks that Float on Water_2

The girl hadn’t managed to speak yet when Yan Fei’s phone rang. He chuckled and said, "See? Even if I’m hiding, I’m actually not idle. Calls come in at any time..."

On the other end was Ma Yongming’s voice: "Xiao Fei, the steel rebars you ordered have arrived. Now we’ve got the cement as well, and there are extra bricks from the kiln. How about I find a few more people and get that beast garden of yours built up too?"

Yan Fei agreed promptly, "Sure, Uncle Ming, you handle it. Just don’t delay the construction on the factory side. The sooner it’s built, the better, so the workers can widen their horizons as well."

As its name implies, the beast garden is simply to build a yard for Tiger Da and the others so they don’t have to be chained. Since the planned area for River Heart Island is sufficiently large, a small garden for them wouldn’t take up much space.

Because construction is happening on the west side of the river, with people coming and going, Tiger Da and the others are currently staying in a shed by the river outside the cattle farm walls, living a miserable life, a stark difference from before, barely even daring to let out a loud roar.

That’s because roaring loudly would earn them a beating—Yan Fei feared that the noise from the tigers and bears could startle the cows inside the walls. There are several pregnant cows in the cattle farm now, and the unborn calves are the future breeding bulls.

On the other end, Ma Yongming replied expeditiously, "With so many workers on the construction site, how could anything be delayed! You just have to call out and a bunch of men will come over. The garden is easy to build, just lay a foundation and set some pillars. It’s only when making the steel rebar fences that we need to find some skilled welders. The rest isn’t much work, we can easily find a few people to..."

"Uncle Ming, you decide. I’ve got some stuff to take care of on my end, so I’m hanging up now!" Ma Yongming was quite talkative when it came to construction matters. Yan Fei, fearing that the conversation would never end, quickly interrupted and hung up the phone.

No sooner had he hung up than the phone rang again, still from Ma Yongming, his tone frantic and exasperated: "What’s so urgent that you can’t wait for me to finish speaking? Professor Shu said, once this section is done, we start building the bridge. The gravel hasn’t been delivered yet; you need to hurry them along. Remember, the stones used for the bridge piers need to be bigger than the rest, don’t let them deliver the wrong ones!"

This time, his words were concise and to the point. After finishing, he didn’t wait for Yan Fei to respond and hung up directly, clearly in retaliation for just having been cut off, leaving Yan Fei stupefied.

Xu Xiaoyan asked beside him, "Did I hear that we’re going to build a bridge? Can we handle it without a qualified, professional construction team?"

Yan Fei was confident: "First, we have a chief commander and chief designer who is acclaimed throughout the province and even the nation; second, I’m willing to use the best materials for everything. I guarantee the bridge we build will be sturdier than the old bridge in the county town!"

The old bridge in the county town was a miraculous structure, long considered a hazard, not just for a year or two. Even now, with the new bridge open to traffic, the old bridge still stood solid, and it looked like it could last for decades to come.

Xu Xiaoyan had walked across the old bridge every day for years when she attended high school. When she had just started, she knew it was categorized as dangerous and was always worried during the car rides. After three years of crossing it, though, she realized it might look worn, but its quality was unquestionable.

Hearing Yan Fei use the old bridge as a benchmark, she started laughing: "You better be sure of what you’re doing. Just be careful not to end up with a jerry-built project."

Jerry-built projects had also become a popular term that year, for reasons known to all—rising waters!

In these times, all sorts of strange things happened: there are old bridges that even explosives can’t destroy and yet are considered hazards, and there are river dikes that collapse at the slightest surge. It’s hard to predict such things. However, Yan Fei had confidence in his own construction. He was going to be the one using that bridge mostly, and if he scrimped on materials and the quality suffered, he might as well just pack it in and go to bed—why bother with the grand dream of building a cattle farm!

He hadn’t had a moment’s peace with his wife before yet another call came in, this time from Accountant Xiang at the farm: "Xiao Fei, where are you? Someone’s looking for you!"

Accountant Xiang was also very busy, and hung up abruptly after speaking—not because she was unreasonable, but because she knew what Boss Yan was capable of. Hadn’t Xu Xiaoyan come out to find him yet? It had been half a day and he still hadn’t returned?

Left with no choice, Yan Fei had to head to the office on the farm with his wife.

There was a man at the door, an old man whose smile was somewhat sleazy.

The old man’s surname was Liu, one of the disaster-stricken villagers.

He was the first one to come to Yan Fei asking to grow mushrooms, and although the greenhouse was damaged by the flood, he did feel sorry about it but fortunately didn’t lose too much money. Mushrooms have a short growth period, and since last year until now, he had already made a good profit and pocketed some cash. Just rebuild the simple mud wall greenhouse washed away by the flood.

Upon seeing Yan Fei, Old Liu began nodding and bowing, "Boss Yan, our new greenhouses have been built, just as you said, with double layers. Everyone appointed me as the representative to come and ask when the fungus seedlings would arrive?"

Last year’s greenhouses just had mushrooms planted on the ground, but this year, after the greenhouses were destroyed, Yan Fei was preparing to rebuild and decided to use a method that wasn’t exactly new technology—setting up shelves inside the greenhouse and planting mushrooms on a layer of cultivation soil on top. This essentially meant that one new greenhouse was equivalent to two old ones.

Actually, if you wanted to make full use of the space, you could plant three or even four layers, but that would cost more, and management would be more troublesome. Considering he had lots of space, Yan Fei thought two layers would be sufficient. The locals had limited manpower at home, and since their labor force consisted of their own family members, old and young, having too many layers would be unsafe when working.

"I’ll get them for you in two or three days. Don’t worry, once the fungus seedlings arrive, I’ll have Xiao Guan and the others call for you. For the next two days, you guys should inspect the greenhouse quality to prevent it from collapsing again!" Yan Fei answered casually. In fact, he always carried the fungus seedlings with him; it’s just that currently, he couldn’t take them out from the Dinosaur World.

"The quality is top-notch," Old Liu said with a smile. "This time I’ve really invested a lot, and so have the other families. We can guarantee that even if there’s another flood like the last one, it won’t wash away our greenhouses."

Yan Fei immediately laughed, "Be careful what you say, or you might jinx it. If the water rises again next year, I wonder where you’ll go crying..."

Originally, they had never grown mushrooms and were unfamiliar with the outside world, but purely out of trust in Boss Yan, they dared to take a risk and try it. So, their greenhouses were built just like Yan Fei’s first one, using roughly made mud walls—and their mud walls were made by the villagers themselves, which meant the quality was even worse than those built by professionals that Yan Fei hired. Once the floodwaters hit, you can imagine the outcome.

Now that they had earned money, firstly they had the funds for investment, and secondly, nearly one year of planting experience—especially the experience of counting money—gave them confidence. The greenhouses they were building now were all brick structures with foundations laid.

After sending the old man on his way, Yan Fei got busy.

That’s just the way it was: if he wanted to avoid everyone, they would try to solve things by themselves as much as possible, and if they couldn’t, they would discuss with a few others. Anyway, everyone used to do just that.

But as soon as the boss showed up, no matter what it was, they would come to ask him, not letting him have a moment of peace.

In between, he answered countless phone calls from all sorts of people, including that little reporter from the city he knew before, who asked if there were any completed buildings at the cattle breeding base and suggested coming over to take some photos for a news piece...

He was already extremely busy, and then Chen Yingjun, that idler, showed up again—he said before he left that he would come back, and true to his annoyingly reliable word, he did!

Not only did he come by himself, but he also brought a ’tail’ with a powerful presence.

Seeing this guy greet him with a smirk, Yan Fei felt irritated, but despite that, this guy had the nerve to shamelessly start an introduction: "Brother Fei is busy! And sister-in-law is here too, perfect timing. Let me introduce you, this is Miss Tang Wan, her family is in the jewelry business. She heard about the construction here and specifically came to have a look..."

Look at what exactly!

What does a missy from a family in the jewelry business have to do with my construction site? Is she going to give me a pile of diamonds and gold chains for free to decorate those ginkgo trees by the river?