Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 450 - 148 The Cow is Sick A Surprise_1

Chapter 450: Chapter 148 The Cow is Sick A Surprise_1

The station master’s words amused everyone who heard them.

Yeah! What thing doesn’t have some difference? Do you think there’s something wrong with the cow growing its meat slowly? If you say so, compared with your cow, those leaner are the ones that are sick. According to this, estimated around half the cows raised by the people in the surrounding area are sick.

Now that the station master had spoken out, Yan Fei felt reassured. He waved his hand broadly and said: "Those who want the meat, come up and choose! Start selling!"

The crowd immediately swarmed around, pointing and selecting their favored beef.

"Ah, there’s marbling here?" A youth in the crowd suddenly exclaimed while busy.

Yan Fei, who was dividing the meat, was instantly not pleased: "This is beef, not stone."

The others successively criticized the young man: "What marble? You can tell the beef is good just by its color! Do you even know how to identify beef? If you are not buying, stand further back..."

The reason the young man was not welcome was because of his accent and clothing. You can tell at a glance that he had been working outside and was dressed quite fashionably. Those from the countryside who started speaking standard Chinese a few days after leaving were despised: Didn’t it just take you a few days to forget how to speak your hometown dialect? Isn’t this forgetting your roots?

As for dressing so trendy, in their eyes, that was just flashy.

Some people pointed to Miss Xu Xiaoyan, who had come out from the cattle farm and was selling vegetables: "See that? That’s this boss’s wife. She’s a college student from the province and she doesn’t put on a Western accent like you..."

Cornered by everyone, the young man didn’t dare to make a sound. When he spoke again, it wasn’t standard Chinese, but authentic Sancha River town dialect: "I mean, those patterns are as beautiful as marble..."

"Right, right, it looks good! It doesn’t matter what it resembles, you can tell at a glance that this is quality beef, how can it not be good looking!" When they heard his changed accent, the townsfolk immediately forgivingly conceded: He’s still our Sancha River’s kid, it’s good that he hasn’t forgotten our local dialect!

By now, Yan Fei also remembered something. It seems that he had read about marbling somewhere. It was said that beef quality was good if it had marbling. At that time, he was only concerned about raising the cows, thinking that as long as they were yellow cows, it was fine to just fatten them up. He didn’t pay much attention to matters of meat quality.

What the hell is this marbling anyway?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Zhang Hui exclaiming as if he had gone mad: "Old Uncle, I found the problem, I found the problem! This cow is sick! Look, what is this?"

Right after purchasing a piece of beef, the station master had just taken a few steps away when he immediately sprinted back at the sound of this. It’s tough on him that at his age, he can still run so fast.

Just now, before he left, he had told Zhang Hui, who was still wrestling with a huge pile of intimidating cow innards, to stop struggling with it. Hearing Zhang Hui now shouting that he found the illness, how could he not be anxious? After all, he had spent half a day checking and had found nothing wrong.

It was this stubborn nature of Zhang Hui, feeling guilty for drawing a paycheck from the cattle farm every month without doing much, and not finding the reason for the slow fattening of the cattle, that made him impatient. He has been persistently searching inside, trying to pinpoint the problem.

Yan Fei, who was selling, and his teammates, as well as the people buying the meat, were all taken aback when they heard Zhang Hui’s shout. Those who didn’t buy the meat immediately stopped the sales, and those who had bought the meat started complaining: "Are you selling sick cow? Isn’t this deceiving people? Can I get a refund?"

Yan Fei’s reaction was much faster than the rest, "Everybody, don’t panic. Those who haven’t left, wait a while. We will refund your money shortly. Do you know anyone who bought the meat? If you do, please call them back. Thank you."

He then turned around, started directing others: "Heizi, Brother Chao, Old Gao, you too. Hop on your motorcycles and bicycles, go check out the different roads and bring back everyone who bought our beef..."

While Yan Fei was busy directing people, the station master shouted: "Don’t panic, don’t panic! It’s not a disease, but, well, everybody calm down, don’t get excited. It’s good news! The beef is fine, it has grown a bezoar, a bezoar....."

A bezoar? Some people were surprised while others got excited: "How big is it, how big is it..."

They were even more excited than Yan Fei and his crew.

Bezoar! What a surprise!

Most cattle raisers have heard that this thing is a medicinal ingredient, a great finding, very precious.

As for how precisely valuable it is? No one can tell. Those who managed to kill a cow and find a bezoar would regard it as a treasure and keep it hidden. Even if they sold it, they would be extremely secretive about how much money they got for it. Some would tactfully claim they only sold their bezoar for thirty or so dollars, who would believe that? There are others who would simply remain silent and let others guess wildly.

However, the more they hide it, the more curious everyone becomes, and the more outrageous their guesses. Everyone knows it must be a lot of money, otherwise, they wouldn’t be hiding it. After all, wealth is nothing to be flaunted! It must be a windfall. There’s even talk that this thing, a medicinal ingredient, is priced like gold, and its price needs to be calculated by the gram.

Suddenly the scene heats up, and when the old stationmaster brings over a piece still bloody, the crowd becomes even more excited.

"That big? How much money is that?"

"We’re getting rich..."

"It’s their fortune, not yours. Congratulations, Boss Yan, you are going to make a fortune!"

"Yeah! Congratulations, Boss Yan!"

Someone reacts quickly and hurriedly calls out, "Come come come, hurry up and cut some of this beef for me. This is a cow that grows bezoars. It could bring wealth. Maybe if we eat some beef this year, we would also become wealthy next year!"

"Yes, yes, cut some more beef for me..."

Nobody talks about refunds anymore. Instead, they treat that bit of beef as a treasure, as if eating this beef could really bring them wealth!

Over there, Miss Xu Xiaoyan, holding a scale, runs over, saying: "Come come come, let me weigh it to see how heavy it is."

"Yes, yes, let’s see how heavy it is first. What’s the rush to buy? We have plenty of meat left to buy..."

Anyway, people are saying all sorts of things.

She lets the stationmaster place it on the scale, and when it’s placed, she picks up the scale to weigh it. As a result, after selling vegetables for several days, she’s not quite skilled yet. The weight is placed too far forward, causing the scale to stand vertically all of a sudden.

"Ah..."

"Slowly, slowly..."

"This is a treasure, don’t drop it!"

That was a close call. As the scale stands up, the front part is about to fall, luckily Yan Fei, fast and alert, catches it. Otherwise, a big round bezoar would have fallen to the ground.

The old stationmaster, giggling, says: "Miss, you scared me. I’m already quite old and it’s rare for me to see such a big piece of bezoar. If you scared me into developing a condition, people might think I’m looking to swindle your bezoar!"

The tense atmosphere dissipates, replaced by laughter from many people in the crowd.

The girl, her face turning bright red, finally calms her mind, manages to hold the scale steady, and starts to count the dots - that’s the way with old-fashioned scales. Even many who have used it for a year or two still have to count the dots on the scale, otherwise, they won’t know how many catties it is.

Someone with sharp eyes beside her yells: "One catty two tael and a half! Miss, you don’t have to count anymore, I’m accurate!"

Indeed, there’s no mistake. The girl insists on counting to the end and reports: "One catty, two tael, and a little extra! How much is this worth?"

The surrounding crowd bursts into laughter, and within the laughter, envy can’t be concealed!