Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 342: 342: Chased Down

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Chased Down

The planning involved could not be achieved overnight.

Feng Jun decided to first borrow ten people from Wu Limin to keep an eye on the incoming routes, as well as two warehouses.

There were three connected warehouses: one warehouse was only responsible for incoming goods and not for outgoing, another was only for outgoing and not for incoming.

There was also an unguarded steel frame warehouse that, in addition to leading to the other two warehouses, directly connected to the villa. Any goods could be moved in or out of the villa without the other two warehouses being aware.

The reason Feng Jun borrowed people from Wu Limin was not because he had a great deal of trust in young master Wu, but because he took a page from Wang Haifeng’s playbook: I don’t need to manage these people; if there’s an issue, just go straight to young master Wu.

After all, he was generous, offering three hundred a day for ten people, which totaled three thousand yuan.

Whether young master Wu cared about such a sum of money or not, Feng Jun was not entirely sure, but he knew one thing clearly: I am giving you no small amount of money, if it’s not enough, you can say so, but if the job isn’t done well, think about the consequences yourself.

Wu Limin was aware of how formidable he could be, anyway.

Besides that, a bunch of distant relatives and others had also stayed behind, including that electrician; whether they were useful or not, time would tell.

They were all assigned to the workshop and were not allowed to enter the villa without a cause.

It took a day and a half to get these matters arranged, and by the morning of the third day, Xu Leigang had also arrived.

Feng Jun had already taken out the “Condensing Spirit Stone” and placed it on the rockery in the backyard. Above the rockery was a small pavilion, where he placed the Spirit Stone at its edge, blocking it with rocks to prevent as much of the Spiritual Energy from leaking out as possible.

The Spiritual Energy leaking from the Spirit Stone was less substantial than when it was in Peach Blossom Valley, but most of it was directed towards the pavilion, making cultivation there far more effective.

He then summoned Xu Leigang and the other two. Without explaining the reasons, he simply emphasized that from now on, they should cultivate here and not anywhere else.

Xu Leigang and the others had slightly lesser sensory abilities, but their brains were sharp. After practicing in the pavilion and then sitting in other parts of the rockery to cultivate, they compared the experiences and immediately noticed the difference.

Anxiety began to build in Xu Leigang’s heart: This won’t do, I won’t be able to cultivate when I get home — and even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be effective in secret.

However, he dared not speak to Feng Jun about this. It was an issue of his own making, so how could he discuss it with someone else?

The very afternoon they began their cultivation, Feng Jun was pleasantly surprised to find that Wu Ya had also followed them.

You should know that the straight-line distance from here to Peach Blossom Valley is about thirty kilometers, thirty-five by car,

Not far from the rockery, Feng Jun had erected a similar clothes rack, but when moving, he had not considered bringing Wu Ya with him.

To some extent, his mentality valued a “people-first” approach. Although this crow was mystical, when Feng was moving he did not even notify Zhang Caixin, and during his apprenticeship, he expected Wang Haifeng to forgo their friendship; how could he possibly open a back door for a crow?

Planting a clothes rack here was just going with the flow: I will give you the opportunity, but whether you can discover it and seize it is up to you.

This crow, having traversed over thirty kilometers, was indeed linked by fate as well as its own mystique.

Feng Jun did not approve of feeding animals but seeing the crow land on the rack, he took out two sticks of sausage and walked over.

The crow, having spent years blending in with the tourist area, was quite familiar with this packaging. It flapped its wings as though it wanted to fly away, but ultimately, it opened its mouth— at this point, Feng Jun was still a good five meters away.

Come on, feed me, I accept it.

Feng Jun glanced at it, walked up to the rockery, hung one sausage on the pavilion, then peeled back a section of the other sausage and placed it on a rock.

The one hanging you cannot eat, only what I let you eat.

The crow, displaying extraordinary intelligence, grabbed the half-peeled sausage, placed it on a flat rock, pinned one end with its claw, and gave a hard tug with its long beak to squeeze the sausage out, then quickly gobbled it down.

Feng Jun wasn’t surprised. He circled the perimeter of the rockery with his hand and then pointed at the crow: You’re in charge of the small animals in this area, got it?

The crow cawed twice and flew off, flapping its wings.

Within five minutes, it had brought back a snake about a foot long, slammed it half dead on the rock, then tore open the snake’s skin and began to devour, blood and all.

The pride in its eyes was evident to anyone: This sort of thing, I can handle with no pressure at all.

Feng Jun, how to put it? The crow’s mystical nature hadn’t exceeded his expectations, but it was still a pleasant surprise.

Now he was the owner of over six thousand acres of this land, and besides them, there were hardly any outsiders. If any animals strayed near the Spirit Stone, it wouldn’t stir up much commotion.

And out here in the wilderness, not like the city, there are many kinds of animals, let alone snakes. It wouldn’t be surprising to encounter weasels or masked palm civets. The crow’s instinct to chase away small animals and protect its territory doesn’t mean as much to Feng Jun as it would in the city.

But having it is better than not, it can save a lot of trouble.

The key thing was that it had found its way here, which not only showed its spiritual nature but also indicated fate, so he very rarely fed it.

He only fed it rarely, but the three in the pavilion who were cultivating were stunned when they saw it. After a long moment, Gazi finally called out, “Brother Jun… is that the crow from Peach Blossom Valley?”

“Definitely,” Wang Haifeng answered unconsciously, his gaze a little vacant, “Damn, has it become a spirit?”

Xu Leigang mused, “Could it be that it followed me here when I drove over this morning?”

To him, whether the crow followed him or not was secondary. He had already realized that Master Feng could transform the environment, bringing about changes that others did not understand.

No, perhaps there was one person who might understand! The fatty started to ponder… Was Zhang Caixin’s odd behavior that day due to something like this?

Right at that moment, Li Xiaobin walked out of the villa and into the backyard, holding a walkie-talkie, “President Feng, Zhou Xiaotong has arrived at the mountain gate and still wants to come in.”

The mountain gate was what everyone called the entrance to the 6,000-acre site, which was not entirely closed off – many areas were unsuitable for walking, let alone driving. The most suitable places for vehicle entrance were one entry and one exit.

The two endpoints of these roads, collectively referred to as the mountain gate, were guarded by men ordered by Feng Jun.

When Feng Jun was moving, Zhou Xiaotong was at the site. She wanted to follow to see the new place, but Feng Jun formally warned her: the new house is on a hillside, I can’t stop you if you want to follow, but I won’t let you through the mountain gate.

Zhou Xiaotong followed anyway, nonchalantly, only to be truly stopped at the mountain gate – the road construction was being done by Sheng Tang Construction workers. With just a casual order from Feng, their construction vehicles blocked the road, making it impossible for her car to get through.

She didn’t come the next day, but on this day, as there was someone watching over the retractable gate of the mountain gate, she couldn’t get in at all.

Then, to Miss Zhou’s discovery, the guards were also from the construction company, which sent her into a rage. “Do you know where I’m from? Tell your boss and ask if he wants his construction company to carry on?”

The guards, who were either foolhardy or deliberately chosen by Wu Limin for their obstinacy, simply replied, “We don’t care where you’re from. If you want to get through, contact President Feng, and only him – no one else will do.”

One of them, for some unknown reason, even added: “So what about the Imperial Capital accent? Even if you have powerful connections in the Imperial Capital, this is Zhengyang!”

Zhou Xiaotong was furious, but to cause trouble for the construction company over such a trivial matter seemed too much, so she made a decision: get out of the car, we are going in on foot!

She was determined; though the mountain road appeared short, it was winding and over three kilometers long, a walk that would take at least half an hour and certainly be more exhausting than walking on flat ground.

But the two guards were too diligent; when they saw the group trying to bypass the main gate, they stepped in to block them: “If you can get in through the wilderness without us noticing, then we’ll concede. But trying to get past the main gate as if we were dead? No way.”

The guards were doing their job well, but Zhou Xiaotong wasn’t alone; she always had four or five people with her, and two men walked up, pushing against the guards: “You think you’re so great, daring to lay hands on us?”

Sheng Tang Construction didn’t just have two people there; there were others working on the road and building houses. Seeing the tense situation, a group of four or five workers rushed over, with even more looking on from a distance.

Zhou Xiaotong didn’t want her people to be at a disadvantage, so she emphasised again: “We are from the Imperial Capital, and we have business with Feng Jun. If your little company continues to be ignorant, I might really get angry!”

Among those who had run over was a minor boss from the company, who quickly stepped in to calm down his own people: “It’s enough to just block them, don’t start a fight… and even if a fight is necessary, I need to inform the higher-ups first.”

So, the relevant higher-ups called Li Xiaobin to give a brief report on the situation… Now that things had come to this, what should we do?

Feng Jun had originally not wanted to let Zhou Xiaotong in; he had decided that he wanted to develop this land well over the next few years, which meant keeping others’ attention away as much as possible.

But when he heard that Zhou Xiaotong was actually planning to walk in, he too was taken aback: Why is she so obsessed with me?

Based on what he knew about her, he understood that she was not only proud but genuinely able to endure hardship. If she set her mind on doing something, she wouldn’t give up easily.

Not to mention, to win his favor, she had gone to Chaoyang ahead of time, and unknown to him, decisively used her connections to help her family resolve an old issue.

Such a determined person could truly be extraordinarily troublesome.

With no other option, Feng Jun had to drive a farm vehicle to the mountain gate.

When he arrived, Zhou Xiaotong and her five companions were still in a standoff with the dozen or so people from Sheng Tang.

When they saw him get out of the farm vehicle, one of the men with Zhou Xiaotong scoffed, “See, President Feng still had to come personally, didn’t he?”

(To be continued, calling for monthly votes.)