Chapter 39

Shi Wen was filled with anticipation for the batch of pigeon eggs he had found.

He had never raised pigeons before.

It's quite a coincidence to find these pigeon eggs in a crow's nest.

After placing the pigeon eggs, Yan Kexing to make dinner. Shi Wen went back to the cornfield to get his motorcycle.

The crow's nest was still on the motorcycle; he was afraid that if he arrived too late, the crows would take it back.

This is a crow's nest made from the wool of sheep on the ranch; it certainly can't be given to those bad guys for free.

Shi Wen rushing off to ride his motorcycle.

Perhaps frightened by the dogs, the flock of crows didn't dare to touch his motorcycle.

The bag he hung on the motorcycle was perfectly fine, without a single hole.

He did a quick check and then rode his motorcycle home.

When he got home, Yan Kexing, who had prepared dinner, stood by the smart incubator and turned to him, saying, "The first pigeon has hatched."

"Let me see!" Shi Wen ran forward and saw a tiny, featherless pigeon inside the incubator. "My goodness, how ugly!"

Yan Kexing: "They're all like this. They'll look better in a couple of days. This batch of pigeons seems to have good potential; we can try raising them and see."

Shi Wen: "You can tell at such a young age?"

Yan Kexing nodded. "The potential of many creatures can be seen from birth, and this pigeon is a prime example. With proper training, it might become a racing pigeon."

Chapter 39

2 AM.

The pasture was completely silent, and the sky was dark.

The soft music from the alarm clock under Shi Wen pillow instantly woke him from his sleep.

He instinctively reached under the pillow and quickly pressed the button to avoid waking the other person in the room with the annoying noise.

After turning off the alarm, he felt a sense of relief and sat up to rub his temples.

The late autumn nights were unbearably cold, and he really wouldn't want to get up if it weren't for the fact that the young pigeons in the incubator needed to be fed every three hours or so.

Shi Wen sat on the bed for two minutes, barely managing to shake off his drowsiness. He threw off the covers, put on his clothes, and reluctantly went to feed the baby pigeons.

Shi Wen walked to the door, he suddenly noticed light from the living room shining through the crack in the door.

I gently opened the door and took a look.

Wearing a shirt, Yan Kexing was holding a bowl of prepared porridge and feeding the baby pigeon in his palm.

His strong, long arms contrasted sharply with the young pigeons.

The light shone on his face, making his expression appear exceptionally gentle.

Shi Wen some reason, the term "muscular dad" suddenly popped into my head.

Shi Wen shook his head, trying to shake off the strange thoughts in his mind.

Hearing the noise, Yan Kexing his head to look over.

Shi Wen quickly asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

The shirt is clearly a formal garment, and according to Shi Wen, Yan Kexing does change into pajamas when he sleeps.

"We're having an international video conference," Yan Kexing said to him, holding the baby pigeon. "I'll feed it tonight; you go to sleep."

"You're all up, let me join you." Shi Wen yawned and sat down opposite Yan Kexing, looking at the yellow paste in the bowl, and asked, "What's this?"

Yan Kexing: "Pigeon feed made from egg yolks, cornmeal, etc."

Six more pigeons hatched yesterday after they finished eating, bringing the total number of chicks to seven.

The young pigeons weren't very enthusiastic about eating; it took Shi Wen and Yan Kexing almost half an hour to feed them all.

After feeding them, the two put the baby pigeons back into the incubator that came with the smart incubator.

Shi Wen yawned and said, "The next feeding is at five in the morning. I should get up. Don't get up, sleep a little longer."

Yan Kexing agreed, "Okay."

Shi Wen back to his room to sleep, and just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he heard a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

That was the sound of Yan Kexing a shower.

The sound of water made Shi Wen realize more clearly that he wasn't the only one in the family; there was someone else there.

Whenever he thinks of families on the vast grasslands, like isolated islands, and how this island now has another person besides him, Shi Wen feels a sense of comfort.

The next day, Shi Wen got up early to feed the pigeons, the dogs, Cong Zai and the two Hu Zai, as well as various other small animals in the ranch.

As he moved, the dogs started barking and ran around him.

Heiwa and the others even helped him carry things and did as much help as they could.

The dogs' barking seemed to awaken the pasture on the prairie, and even the birds deep within the pasture were disturbed.

Against the blue-gray sky, birds flapped their wings, soaring high above, higher and higher, until they gradually became black dots.

Shi Wen up and carefully examined the birds, and finally discovered that there were indeed crows among them.

It seems there was indeed some basis to the discovery of so many crow nests in the cornfield yesterday.

Today, Shi Wen the harvester I had arranged had come over.

The driver arrived very early, around 7 a. m. After drinking two bowls of milk tea, he drove the large harvester to the cornfield to harvest corn.

The other two workers, whom Shi Wen had asked to help, also arrived in a small truck.

They opened the gate on the barbed wire fence, prepared plastic bags, and drove the truck to the cornfield.

The harvester slowly moved through the cornfield, shredding the two-meter-tall green corn stalks, leaves, and ears of corn together, into fragments only one centimeter thick, which were then piled onto the trucks driving alongside the harvester.

As the combine harvesters began harvesting, a bluish-green mist rose from the cornfields.

The unique, sweet aroma of corn stalks filled the air, even more so than when the grass was being cut.

Wild animals, including rabbits, were attracted by the smell and came out to investigate.

Upon seeing so many people bustling around, they hurriedly ran away in a panic, disappearing back into their burrows in a flash.

The truck slowly drove into the grassy area behind it.

Shi Wen people who come to help spread large barrels of lactic acid bacteria into the truck bed, then mix the lactic acid bacteria with cornmeal, and then use the baling machine below to pack it into silage bales wrapped in plastic bags.