Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 398 - 109 Feed Fermentation, Patrol, Forage_1

Chapter 398: Chapter 109 Feed Fermentation, Patrol, Forage_1

Under a row of sheds on the west side of the cattle farm, there is a pile of corn cobs, cornstalks, bean pods, sweet potato vines, wheat straw, and other things. Most of them have been crushed and sealed inside after the outside has been covered with a layer of soil for fermentation.

Currently, very few people use feed fermentation technology. At least around the Sancha River, Yan Fei’s small cattle farm is considered advanced for using it.

As for fermentation feed, the technology itself is not complex. The question is whether you know about it and want to try it.

Regarding the raw materials, such as straw and sweet potato vines, they are everywhere in rural areas and nobody seems to want them. If you say you want them, there are people who’d rush to give it to you. Using the term "purchasing" would be insulting—it’s more like people from the nearby villages would happily provide a truckload of it in exchange for a catty of alcohol.

Therefore, Yan Fei has been experimenting with fermented feed. He’s not afraid of wasting it since it can’t be spoiled - worst case scenario is that it might go bad and not be suitable for feeding cattle, but then it can be given away to be used as fertiliser.

For this reason, he bought a bigger straw crushing machine. Considering that all the machines in the farm run on diesel, he bought a large barrel of diesel from the oil depot to save frequent trips for refuelling.

With these feeds, whether fermented or not, they will ensure that there is no shortage of feed in winter—avoiding the hassle of sourcing feed during heavy snowfall.

During this process, the weak and ill couldn’t help, it was all done by Ma Chao, Heizi, the mute Gao Rui, and Yan Fei. Seeing that Gao Rui was a hard worker, Yan Fei promised to let him go by New Year’s.

He was supposed to let him go after the work was done, but it so happened that Yan Fei had been given a task. Having such a large, Kung Fu-versed man as a bodyguard in the farm would ease his own mind.

In the following days, Yan Fei would return to his old home every morning. In the former blacksmith’s shop facing the street, he spread out sheets of white paper and start practicing calligraphy.

This was his morning patrol task. Others had to patrol around, but he didn’t need to wander around. To say that he was slacking off would be a gross injustice. The house was conveniently located at the center of the town’s street, which could be considered the center of the town itself.

Standing in the house, he could hear what was happening in at least the most populous part of the town. There weren’t many outsiders in this area, and if a new foreign voice showed up, he was confident he could quickly narrow it down and get to the scene.

But by around 11 o’clock in the morning, people would have left the market. Fewer people means his hearing range increased, he didn’t even need to stay here and went off to play with Pang Fa.

He would play until lunchtime, eat, and end his morning patrol task - which was mainly requested by his uncle or he wouldn’t have had to stay all morning.

In the afternoon, the street was mostly empty; standing at the west end of the street, you could see all the way to the east end. Just having someone from the local police station to keep an eye on it was enough.

The key was to patrol at night.

Originally, Yan Fei was supposed to patrol with Xiang Changqing and Dang Wenzheng. He was firm in his refusal. He assured Lin Baoguo that he wouldn’t slack off, and then he was free to do it his way.

Yan Fei silently wished those two, who were riding bicycles and carrying flashlights, patrolling on the bumpy dirt road, wouldn’t fall into a ditch, and then he couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

The weather was getting colder day by day. Patrolling in the chilling wind in the wilderness late at night would undoubtedly be uncomfortable for ordinary people.

Yan Fei was also anxious!

New Year’s Day was approaching, and he still had to go see his wife’s performance.

It wasn’t that he was worried about missing the performance, as the Provincial City wasn’t far away for him, he could get there and back in no time. He just felt that if he only went to see the performance and then came back, his wife would worry.

Being able to fly was great, as it allowed him to take the straight line route on the five or six hundred kilometers-long journey. It was even more flexible than an airplane since he didn’t have to follow a flight path.

After doing a round of patrol, he would go to Dinosaur World, make himself busy, and get some delicious food.

The so-called delicious food, he found several new types of fish, each with an excellent taste.

As for whether there were Chinese Sturgeons among them, he didn’t know, but some of them looked similar, and they tasted pretty good.

The two catties of grass seed had been spread out, and No. 1 and No. 2 Coolie worked conscientiously and efficiently. They had even finished tanning the soft skin of the Sarcosuchus king, and now, they were slowly processing the scale armor.

As a reward, Yan Fei gave them a few large watermelons, instructing them to plant the seeds in spare plots after eating.

As several days passed without incident, Yan Fei began to feel relieved.

He guessed that the gang of fugitives had probably fled again. They usually changed locations after committing a crime and rarely stayed in one place. After committing two major crimes in the western county, they had drawn the attention of the entire region’s police force, so it was unlikely they would stay here any longer.

However, the patrols still had to continue.

Now, Yan Fei had to find ways to keep himself busy.

Over the past few days, he had occupied a magpie nest on a tree by the Provincial road, using it as a lookout.

Not because he was bored to the point of madness, but because he found that his supernatural abilities had leveled up again.

This time, the upgrade didn’t relate to his ability to treat the Dinosaur World as a portable pocket, but his transformation ability.

Ever since killing the Sarcosuchus king, his strength had increased, making him a more powerful monster. Over the past few days, he gradually discovered that the dinosaurs he could transform into seemed to be changing as well.

It wasn’t a bad thing, the transformed creatures were becoming more powerful.

The smaller the size of the creature, the greater and more apparent the change.

Now, the transformed Compsognathus still looked the same as before, but there were significant changes within. Firstly, it could run faster and jump higher. Its hearing, smell, vision, and all other aspects had significantly improved.

In simple terms, if he were to return to the Compsognathus group, he would be the equivalent of a Supersaurus among them.

Take the Devil Frog for example, before it could only jump five or six meters at most, but now it could easily jump seven or eight meters.

The transformation into the Small Sarcosuchus also had significant changes, mainly internal. Now, when the little crocodile was in the water, it was undoubtedly an excellent swimmer, and there were hardly any fish it couldn’t catch.

Other transformations also had improvements. In general, since the creatures that could fly became more capable in flight, those adapted to water became better swimmers, and land animals could run even faster.

Maybe there were changes before, but they were small and gradual, he didn’t notice. But after killing the Sarcosuchus king, which was nearly twenty meters long and weighed more than twenty tons, the transformation had undergone substantial changes, drawing his attention.