291: Chapter 12: On Cow Dung_1 291: Chapter 12: On Cow Dung_1 Even though Yan Fei knew that without his “help”, the Kronosaurus would not have survived anyway, he still had mixed feelings.
It’s not that he felt guilty, but more because he had worked hard all day, hoping to reunite the Kronosaurus family, only to fail in the end – despite his initial good intentions.
Who knew that creature would have such a hard fate?
After transforming into the Kronosaurus and swimming in the pond for a while, Yan Fei changed again into a kind of light green fish found in the lake, then into a fish that looked down on everyone – these were forms he had acquired while in the lake.
Although they might not be particularly useful, they could at least help him to get used to the real body of a fish.
After ‘looking down’ at everything in the pond for a while, he worried about the return of the Kronosaurus family, so he resud his original form.
Then, dragging the deceased Kronosaurus, he sunk into the deep lake.
The main reason was that the Kronosaurus hardly had any at left, and Yan Fei couldn’t be bothered to drag it to the great lake where the giant salamanders were bred – this would also allow the Kronosaurus family to reunite in the lake.
No matter how it turned out, gaining a new transformation was good news indeed.
It was getting late, so he returned to Vegetable Garden Island to prepare so food – he was used to eating a lot after acquiring a new transformation.
When he returned to the cattle farm, he didn’t pay attention to testing out his newly acquired forms.
Instead, he took out the magazine he had ‘borrowed’ from the library and started to flip through it.
When he ca across the article that started with ‘On Cow Dung’, he instantly perked up.
In the beginning, he was sowhat indifferent.
By the ti he was halfway through the article, his eyes were shining.
After reading the whole piece, he beca unusually focused, and re-read the piece from beginning to end.
Then, he began to think.
The article was not particularly long, and it didn’t provide too much professional knowledge.
More of it was made up of optimistic predictions about the future of the technology ntioned.
And, in Yan Fei’s eyes, the so-called future was a clear vision of making money.
To Yan Fei, the author of this article seed more like a cunning businessman enticing people to speculate than a scholar writing a technical article.
After reading it, Yan was so excited that he wanted to put the thods in the article to the test imdiately.
He was genuinely moved.
Even if the financial prospect was not as good as described in the article, Yan Fei was up for it.
After all, the technology could make use of cow dung, and required very little investnt.
The only thing to consider was the need for a lot of cow dung and a significant amount of land once the developnt described in the article began.
This was why he couldn’t move when he saw the words ‘On Cow Dung’.
The number of cows on the farm was growing, and it was becoming difficult to use all the cow dung just for the surrounding vegetable fields.
Not to ntion he also had chickens and pigs, and their dung needed to be dealt with.
If soone else was moved by this article, they would probably question where the cow dung would co from, and if it was worth using land for this.
After all, an acre of land has its own output value each year, and using cow dung for this seems rather dirty.
But for Yan Fei, raw materials are plentiful.
As for the land needed, he doesn’t even have to think about it – he can imdiately think of uncultivated land to use.
It’s that simple.
If one were to choose soone who knows the most about all the lands in Sancha River, Yan Fei would definitely be the first choice.
His experiences of hunting rabbits and wild chickens at night have made him familiar with all the fields, wastelands, rivers and streams in the area.
Cow dung is naturally free.
It’s originally waste.
If he rents a few acres of wasteland, it won’t cost much these days.
If this project can be carried out, it would be like a profit-making business for him.
Just thinking about it is quite exciting.
However, before getting too excited, he needs to make so preparations.
Land doesn’t cost money, cow dung doesn’t cost money, but the early stages would require so infrastructure costs.
There’s no way things can get started on a piece of wasteland, right?
Thinking of this, Yan went to Vegetable Garden Island, took up his hamr, and started to bash the machines he had ‘picked’ from the paper factory.
At present, he doesn’t lack small change.
But if he wants to do so construction, that’d be a bit tight on funds and he needs to prepare so money.
So, in the wee hours of the following day, several towns around Sancha River were visited by a young man pulling a broken cart, dressed very shabbily, selling scrap iron.
Even though so of the bosses felt that the source of his scrap iron was dubious and offered a low price, the young man didn’t mind and left as soon as he sold his wares.
The bosses who offered low prices never saw this young iron seller again.
Two nearby scrapyards in another province that offered fair prices, however, saw this young man again the next morning.
This ti the young man brought three loads of scrap iron, selling them all briskly – it’s just that the cart was too broken to carry too much.
Yan Fei, the scrap iron seller, didn’t sell everything.
At least, he kept the things that he considered useful from the machines.
For instance, the paper-cutting blades that were indispensable on the machines.
These were definitely good blades.
The sharpness, the steel – Yan Fei felt that it was a huge mistake not to have dealt with these machines earlier.
Just put on the appropriate handle, and these could be deadly weapons!
Originally, he wanted to forge the big hamr into a large knife, but now he got these paper-cutting knives from the machines, there was no need for him to go to all that trouble.
Besides, the big hamr was actually quite convenient to use.
With his strength, anything was possible.
He would smash the machines at night and sell the scrap iron in the morning.
During the day, he would study how to formulate feed at the cattle farm with everyone else.
Ti flew by in this way.
By the evening, he was getting a little restless.
Looking at the ti, he realized it was Thursday.
He had heard that so places now had a two-day weekend, and wondered if Xu Xiaoyan’s university also followed the sa schedule.
No matter, he could go to the Provincial Agricultural University tomorrow to ask about the author of ‘On Cow Dung’ and inquire if the contents of the article could truly be realized.
Unfortunately, at the end of this article, only the na of the Agricultural University and the author are ntioned, with no detailed contact information.
Otherwise, he could directly get in touch with the author instead of having to inquire about it.
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