Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 818 - 443 Coolie Wagyu

Chapter 818: Chapter 443 Coolie Wagyu

The days for No.1 Coolie and No.2 Coolie were actually not bad, if it wasn’t for the fact that they couldn’t see anyone other than Yan Fei, their life in this valley was worry-free regarding food and clothing, even more reclusive than hermits.

They ate the most natural, unpolluted vegetables and lived in a valley full of pastoral natural scenery, breathing the purest air. After part of the valley had been remodeled, there actually wasn’t much that needed to be done each day.

Moreover, both of them distinctly felt that their physical fitness had improved after living here for a while, and they didn’t feel tired from working. Everything was so perfect—if only they could see their families, if only life wasn’t so monotonous, if only they didn’t have some worries and fears every day.

In fact, now the two rarely felt worried or scared, having gotten used to hearing strange and terrifying roars from afar, used to seeing devil-winged flying creatures soaring through the sky from time to time, and used to quickly hiding in small caves when danger loomed...

In their opinion, the biggest monster in this world was the person who had captured them in the first place. Indeed, it was true, as on the few occasions when monsters accidentally fell into the valley—even if they didn’t become crippled—they were quickly eliminated by that person.

After going through the initial fear and panic, irritation and unease, and various other appropriate and inappropriate emotions, even the dim-witted No.2 Coolie understood that it was better to just stay put!

It’s better to live poorly than to die nobly.

Human adaptability is infinite, and over time, No.1 Coolie and No.2 Coolie found some entertainment activities to keep themselves busy. Such as blacksmithing, playing the Erhu, practicing throwing knives for accuracy, playing chess with each other—the only problem was that their skill levels were not on the same line at all. For games that required a bit of intelligence, the novelty wore off extremely quickly.

But they could always find something to do. For example, No.1 Coolie would enjoy researching his Erhu when he was free, while No.2 Coolie would either be clanging away at blacksmithing to the sound of the Erhu or sleeping deeply—this ability to never get enough sleep was something No.1 Coolie envied immensely.

Sometimes you have to admit, having a simple mind has its benefits. People like No.2 Coolie were naturally capable of living worry-free, sleeping soundly after eating and drinking their fill, waking up to work in the fields or swing a big hammer at the forge, contentedly making tools or swords.

The big guy even boasted that he would become a master craftsman like Old Master Ou, forging swords like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye—regarding this, No.1 Coolie couldn’t be bothered to correct his mistakes; it was Ouyezi, not Old Master Ou, and Gan Jiang and Mo Ye weren’t even made by Ouyezi.

No.1 Coolie kept quiet because he knew it was futile to say anything, for No.2 Coolie claimed his family had been blacksmiths for generations, just as No.1 Coolie’s family had passed down the art of making Erhus. All their knowledge was inherited from their ancestors, absolutely faultless and beyond doubt.

On other matters, No.2 Coolie was completely obedient to No.1 Coolie, but on this matter, he was stubborn. Arguing with someone as obstinate as him was something no smart person would do—just like insisting on saving chicken blood when slaughtering chickens for meat, planning to use it to cool down a half-finished blade he was forging, and calling it a blood sacrifice...

No.1 Coolie couldn’t be bothered to point out the idiocy, what would come out of blood sacrifice with chicken blood? A chicken-slaying treasure blade?

The two kept busy for half the day and relaxed for the other half. In the evening, lying in the cave, No.1 Coolie was hurriedly closing his eyes and forcing himself to sleep because No.2 Coolie’s latest "delusional" blacksmithing plans were echoing in his ears: things like adding some of his own hair while forging or incorporating his fingernails into the mix and so on. If this wasn’t delusion, what was? He guessed No.2 Coolie was just trying out the methods from the superstitious stories he had heard in his village as a child, never tired of experimenting despite never succeeding; truly beyond hope.

As he lay there, half-asleep, No.1 Coolie suddenly heard a cow mooing?

There were rabbits and pheasants in the valley, numerous monsters outside, but cows... that was the one thing missing.

It had been a long time since they had heard that familiar mooing, maybe their home villages still had cows? But in any case, hearing cow sounds here was definitely abnormal.

The steady breathing of No.2 Coolie came from the other side of the cave—that was one thing No.1 Coolie was most pleased about; his brother was now, perhaps due to staying here long, making less and less noise while sleeping.

It was just the longer they stayed here, the worse the guy’s sense of vigilance became, it was hopeless!

Alert, No.1 Coolie perked up his ears, continuing to listen to the noises outside, there it was again, definitely a cow mooing.

He silently sat up, then nudged No.2 Coolie in the dark. No.2 Coolie’s half-asleep voice floated through the darkness, "What’s up, big bro? Is the braised rabbit ready yet?"

Eating was what No.2 Coolie cared about most every day besides blacksmithing. No.1 Coolie couldn’t be bothered to reprimand him and whispered a reminder, "Don’t talk loud, there’s something going on outside, I just heard cow mooing?"

"Cow mooing? Big bro, this ain’t our home, how could there be cows here?" No.2 Coolie didn’t believe it, but still sat up. "Maybe it’s something done by that lord? We’re growing so much grass here now that the rabbits can’t finish it, keeping a couple of cows wouldn’t be too bad..."

"Moo..."

Another cow’s call came through, and this time, both of them heard it clearly—it was indeed the sound of a cow.

As the two approached the cave entrance carefully and looked outside, a few more distinct cow’s calls reached their ears, and this time, without any doubts, they boldly went over, pushed away the stone blocking the entrance, and poked their heads out to have a look...

Even though the stars were blinking fiercely in the night sky, visibility in the valley was still not great. They could only see a succession of cows appearing in the valley, nearly every blink of an eye seemed to bring a few more into sight...

And all these cows were uniformly black, not even a spot of another color to be seen.

Quite strange, in the minds of No.1 and No.2 Coolie, such black cows should be water buffalo, but these cows looked just like the regular yellow cattle in shape.

However, these cows did look splendid; every one of them was plump and strong, most as if cast from the same mold. Besides, it was quite noticeable that each cow had a tag hanging from its ear, which could be seen clearly even at night.

Cows don’t have good eyesight, and as long as you don’t enrage them, domesticated cows are very gentle. After arriving here, due to the environmental change, the cows called out several times but quickly gathered in the center—there, a few exceptionally strong-looking cows, probably the leaders of this herd, stood out.

The occasional roaring around made the herd crowd together tightly and a bit restless. Despite their large eyes, cows don’t see very well. Even with some weak night vision capabilities, it was of no use. So now, in the valley, they couldn’t possibly see their surroundings clearly and could only rely on the herd’s instinct to cluster together.

As the two stood there dumbfounded, a person suddenly appeared beside them, clapping his hands and saying, "Alright, finally got them all in. These are some fine cows, and there are even a few outstanding Breeding Bulls; let’s keep them here for the time being. You two will have to help keep an eye on them for a while. If there’s danger, don’t worry about them, just make sure you hide well. I’ve got more stuff to do, so I’m off..."

No sooner had he finished speaking, the man disappeared quietly. No.1 and No.2 Coolie were still stunned when the man reappeared in an instant, "Oh right, the two of you here with no one to talk to, I’ll find you some companions later. They won’t be people from around here, so probably you won’t be able to communicate. But don’t worry, if they don’t learn your language when they come, then you just don’t feed them. Anyway, we’ll talk about this later; I’m pretty busy and a bit tired today..."

This time, after speaking, he truly disappeared.

Yan Fei was indeed very busy that night, and truly a bit tired.

The cows sent to the No.1 Coolie’s valley were just a part, a small part.

Only now did he realize that his possessions could only be considered the most primitive small fattening base. Fortunately, with his secret homemade feed, he could manage to compete with others.

Not to belittle or exaggerate, but really, there was no comparison.

Just look at what others have at their cattle farms.

Pastures, grasslands at the bottom of the slopes by the river— not only planted with forage but various other plants whose names couldn’t be uttered. A broad expanse of flora, which, despite the dim colors of the night, allowed one to get a glimpse. The perimeter of the ranch was lined with a variety of green trees; it was hard to make out their detailed shapes at night, but one could imagine that in daylight under the sun, the scenery must be incredibly beautiful.

And what’s more, there were pavilions and stone benches amidst the ranch, and a clear little stream meandered around, with a few quaint wooden bridges adding charm. It must be quite pleasant to relax, entertain, and reside here.

The machinery vehicles beside the ranch, each one without a name and only guessable in terms of their purpose, and a bit further off inside the ranch, they were taking advantage of the night to water. They weren’t hand-watering with buckets but rather had an irrigation system emerging from the ground, automatically spraying clear water, which looked like little fountains.

The ranch houses were also charmingly styled buildings. This place is not just suited for cattle-breeding; it could also serve as a scenic area for visitors—in fact, Yan Fei didn’t know that this ranch really was open for tourism.

This is the so-called ranch economy, not just cattle-raising but also sightseeing. When city folks have nothing else to do, they come here to have a look at the cows, the flowers, and the grass, to eat some natural Wild Vegetables and beef; simply put, to see and taste everything.

And none of this is for free; you’ve got to spend money when you come here.

That’s why the ranch is willing to invest in infrastructure! They earn from cattle-raising, and the visitors are not few either, a steady stream of money from them too.