Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl-Chapter 433 - 418: Does the Druid Also Have a Child-Gifting Skill?
Chapter 433 -418: Does the Druid Also Have a Child-Gifting Skill?
Was there really a wolf, or was it just “crying wolf”?
The commotion on that side was quite intense, causing Sonam to hesitate for a moment before deciding to go and take a look.
Chen Ying and Dao Meihua also followed, but as outsiders, they didn’t dare get too close and stopped about seven or eight meters away.
“Brother Ying, do you think there really is a wolf, or is it just an excuse they’ve come up with?”
Chen Ying squinted at the distance, then looked at the sheep pen the family had enclosed.
“It might be both.”
Chen Ying raised his hand, pointing to the sheep. “Look closely, the flock isn’t leisurely dispersed and grazing; several of the younger rams look alert. Also, their two dogs are constantly watching the front fence, which means some animal must have come in the middle of the night and taken sheep.”
But whether it ate that many sheep, or whether it was indeed wolves, it was too early to say.
Other herder families had adopted surveillance measures; it was unclear whether this family couldn’t afford it or just didn’t know how to manage such technology, as Chen Ying saw no cameras or anything similar around their ranch.
Beside them, two boys on ponies came riding over and stopped by Chen Ying.
“Uncle, what are you looking at?”
Chen Ying turned with a smile, “Auntie was asking me why they haven’t installed cameras.”
“I know,” the younger child interrupted eagerly, raising his hand. “That family’s youngest son is lazy and often steals things to sell. The village used to think they were poor and included them during the universal installation of surveillance, doing it for free. But then, that son went and exchanged the cameras for money, claiming it wasn’t to help them but to spy on them.”
Chen Ying and Dao Meihua exchanged a glance, feeling helpless.
People like this existed, and not in small numbers.
Poverty alleviation policies were good, but some people were too greedy, practically wanting the state to provide everything.
After the village found out, they criticized him but then just let it be.
“I think they intentionally installed those spikes to force the village to give them money for buying sheep.”
“Mao Cuo, keep your mouth shut and don’t talk nonsense,” the older boy reprimanded the younger, “Don’t make up stories about other people’s affairs; let the adults handle those issues.”
Chen Ying gave the older boy a thumbs up. “Right, listen to your brother.”
They didn’t join the crowd creating a scene but they weren’t idly doing nothing either.
Chen Ying felt an indescribable sensation; he believed the sheep-eater hadn’t left.
“I’ll go and bring Little Jin over; wait here for me.”
Chen Ying returned to the car and opened the rear door.
Curled up on the rear seat mat, Little Jin lifted its head at the noise of the door and yawned while stretching lazily.
“Little Jin, come, help me out, and I’ll treat you to meat afterwards, enough to fill you up.”
Little Jin rolled its eyes, stood up, shook its fur, and jumped out of the car.
As a child approached, Chen Ying smiled and refused, “This is a wild animal, not a house cat, please keep the children back.”
Sonam’s wife came out as Chen Ying pressed down on Little Jin’s back, fitting it with a camera.
“Sister-in-law, could you get me five jin of beef or mutton, either is fine, I’m having Little Jin help me find something, and I’ll need to compensate it afterwards.”
“Sure, his second elder brother is slaughtering a sheep today, I’ll ask him to save some extra for you.”
After patting Little Jin’s back, Chen Ying mounted his horse and led the way, with Little Jin following like a streak of gold and red lightning.
Nearby children, envious, led their own ponies to follow.
Though Little Jin was an arboreal animal, it wasn’t slow, but its stamina wasn’t great.
Chen Ying laughed heartily and stopped to lift Little Jin onto the horse.
The horse was slightly frightened, but Chen Ying’s presence calmed it. After whinnying softly twice, the horse suppressed its fear and started running.
Fortunately, they didn’t have far to go; after stopping, Chen Ying immediately dismounted and set Little Jin down. The horse stepped nervously to the side, moving away from where Little Jin stood.
“That was my oversight, I forgot that Little Jin still has a deterrent effect on herbivores.”
Even though the Golden Cat wouldn’t prey on horses, the natural oppressiveness between carnivores and herbivores can only be overpowered by much larger animals.
Chen Ying didn’t ride any further but walked with Little Jin to the site of the Hang Dead Antelope, allowing it to sniff for any other animal scents.
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But Little Jin was different—Chen Ying had something it wanted.
It cautiously walked a few meters along the fence, sniffing and seeming to discover something.
Continuing with its head low and searching meticulously, it didn’t head towards where the family’s livestock was.
Chen Ying followed behind Little Jin, his phone screen showing the scene of it sniffing intently at the ground.
Sonam stood outside the crowd, turning his head to see Chen Ying followed by a bunch of half-grown children and a seemingly “not normal” cat.
The cat wove an S-shaped path through the grass, bypassed a nearby yurt, and entered a red brick building not far away constructed over twenty years ago.
That was the old power distribution room, split into two sections; the left side housed the distribution box and some electrical equipment, while the right side stored about ten square meters of used materials, usually cleared out once every six months, with the next clean-up due after the National Day.
Both rooms were locked, with only the electric power maintenance team holding the keys.
But unlike wooden windows with glass panes, the vents in this old-style building started from the rooftop, with one-third of their height consisting of open brickwork.
