Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 324: Chapter 324 Wu Ya’s Extortion

Feng Jun was a bit curious. In this snowy weather, it couldn’t be easy to find food, right? Yet, why was the raven so happy?

As it turned out, he was a little worried over nothing. The raven hopped around for a bit, tugged at something near the outdoor unit with its beak, and pulled out a plastic bag, half-full of… Holy crap, are those spicy strips?

Feng Jun felt he might be seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough, they were spicy strips!

Strictly speaking, they weren’t exactly spicy strips but bagged soy products that didn’t look particularly red in color, so they probably weren’t too spicy.

The raven used its claws to scratch open the plastic bag, took out a piece of dried tofu, and then stuffed the bag back in, holding the piece of tofu with its claws, pecking at it bite by bite, looking up at the road from time to time.

What was this guy looking at? Feng Jun found it quite interesting. He hurriedly shoveled food into his mouth and then focused on watching it.

Before long, Wang Haifeng crawled out from the pavilion at the gate; he had been on duty last night and had been cultivating there all night.

Soon after he left, two dogs appeared on the road: one was a black mutt, the other a small brown dog, both dressed in clothes.

The dog in clothes goes without saying, but judging by the glossy coat of the black dog, it was definitely a pet.

Feng Jun felt a bit annoyed in his heart. What’s with people these days? Is it so hard to keep their dogs leashed?

The two dogs hopped and skipped in the snow, clearly in high spirits as they approached the villa.

About thirty or forty meters from the villa, they slowed down, approaching cautiously, looking around carefully.

However, just then, there was a loud “caw,” and the raven had noticed them.

The dogs looked up, and the raven had already taken flight, clutching the piece of dried tofu in its claws, circling around them twice, pretending to swoop down.

The dogs also barked wildly, their warning clear: Don’t come down, or we’ll bite you.

After circling twice, the raven returned to the outdoor unit to continue pecking at the dried tofu.

When the dogs saw it leave, they moved on a bit further, but then the raven flew back, holding the tofu and feigning another swoop.

Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh. Was this raven trying to extort them?

“Just offer up some food, and I won’t bother you. Otherwise, watch out, I’ll peck you!”

The dogs wouldn’t pay it any mind, though. It was just a small thing that could fly. So what? Come down and fight if you dare!

Seeing their reaction, the raven finally gave up trying and flew back to the outdoor unit, “caw caw caw,” calling out loudly.

“Holy crap,” Wang Haifeng burst out, foam at the mouth, charging out of the bathroom, “who the hell’s dog is this now?”

Coach Wang went out to chase the dogs away, and Li Xiaobin also walked out of his room, yawning, “Lately, the neighborhood dogs seem crazy, always running to our doorstep. A couple of days ago, there was even a monkey.”

A monkey? Feng Jun frowned, “A monkey… at our doorstep?”

The appearance of primates made things even livelier.

“Yeah,” Li Xiaobin answered, rubbing his sleepy eyes in a daze, “that monkey seemed to want to catch the raven. Xu Lei went out to chase it away, and then… it got hit by a car and killed.”

Feng Jun blinked. It probably wasn’t that the monkey wanted to catch the raven, the raven just didn’t allow the monkey to trespass, and the two got into a fight.

Regardless, Feng Jun had planted a clothes rack in the yard for the raven to nest in, making it somewhat one of their own. Xu Lei would certainly not tolerate a monkey’s challenge.

“As I recall, aren’t there no monkeys around Peach Blossom Valley?”

“Nope,” Li Xiaobin answered with certainty, “that monkey seemed to have run out from somewhere. No one came to claim damages, but the driver cursed for a while, looking for the monkey’s owner.”

As the two talked, Wang Haifeng came in, “This is so weird. These dogs don’t settle down even in this heavy snow… Could there be something wrong with the feng shui of Lei Gang’s yard?”

He glanced at Feng Jun, “Why don’t we get a dog too, like a German Shepherd, something fierce?”

“We don’t need that stuff,” Feng Jun replied decisively, “some things turn into responsibilities when you take them on. There’s no need.”

Having said that, he walked out of the villa, wanting to take advantage of the still even snow to look for any unusual paw prints.

He looked around and felt it was all right; outside the yard was a different story, but inside, everything was exceptionally smooth.

He looked up at the raven and mentally gave it a thumbs-up. Good job, it could actually stand guard, making him feel that buying a clothes rack had been worthwhile.

As for the matter of extortion… let’s see how far it could grow first.

While he was strolling around the yard, Xu Lei also arrived, “Master Feng, you’re back? My sister asked me to thank you.”

“Save your sweet talk,” Feng Jun brushed it off, “What’s the deal with these dogs lately?”

Xu Leigang scratched his head, “There are about seven or eight dogs that might not like the looks of that crow, and even if they’re being led by people, they still come to circle around our villa entrance. I’ve notified the property management twice, and now there are hardly any dogs that aren’t leashed.”

Feng Jun, of course, was aware that those dogs weren’t coming because of the crow. It was just that the crow had a strong sense of territory, which created this misunderstanding. It seemed that so far, nobody had realized anything unusual about the small courtyard.

Who said his luck wasn’t good? On a whim, he bought a coat rack for the crow, which unexpectedly served to mislead and deceive.

He felt it was necessary to urge Xu Leigang and Wang Haifeng to practice cultivation. If dogs knew to cherish this hard-won opportunity, then humans should too, right?

Because of the heavy snow blocking roads, he couldn’t go to Chaoge to see what the Boiler Camel Motorcycle had turned into, so he could only focus on guiding Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang in their cultivation practice.

That night, he took out the Body Tempering Pills again, acting as a protector while the two took their medicine.

This time, both of them had some experience and absorbed the power of the Body Tempering Pills with ease.

The next day, Mou Miao called to say that during the production of the improved Boiler Camel Motorcycle, they encountered a problem. Due to the numerous control circuits, the originally planned chips were not suitable, necessitating a trip to Roc City to purchase some more.

Being in a remote place like Chaoge, it wasn’t convenient for him to make a trip to Roc City, so he hoped Feng Jun could go instead.

Of course, if they weren’t rushing the job, he could ask other classmates to help purchase them, but in that case, the chips might only arrive after the New Year.

At this point, Feng Jun became a bit anxious. With the Chinese New Year’s Eve approaching and one thing after another cropping up, the manufacture of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was urgent, for without it, his trip to the Mobile Phone realm wouldn’t make much sense.

However, going to Roc City was a challenge—while outbound tickets were easy to buy, return tickets were hard to come by, and he didn’t want to trouble the Yuan Family again.

After much deliberation, he could only sigh inwardly. It seemed that he would have to abandon his plan to bring the Immortal Cultivation Techniques back to his hometown before the New Year.

Once he decided to give up, he found that his days suddenly became much more relaxed.

Three days later, Mou Miao and Liu Xiaoxuan rushed back with two finished Boiler Camel Motorcycles. The two machines were not small, so they had to rent a truck to transport them back.

Feng Jun brought the two machines to the villa in the wasteland, only to learn that the owner of the villa was returning the next day.

This was the last thing he had to deal with before the holiday. Such a large transaction would normally take a lot of time to complete, and processing the relevant procedures could take a while.

Fortunately, the deal was facilitated by Sheng Tang Construction, and the villa owner also had connections in the local towns, so incredibly, everything was settled within just two days.

Unfortunately, for the time being, he couldn’t move in—the road wasn’t fixed yet, and since the snow had not completely melted, it wasn’t wise to start construction.

The villa’s owner had a very prominent name, Li Ning.

Seeing that Feng Jun was quite young but didn’t hesitate to transfer over 150 million, Li Ning also wanted to establish a good relationship. He treated them to a grand meal and mentioned at the table, “Whenever you go to Merrick, remember to contact me.”

Before he knew it, the Chinese New Year’s Eve had passed, and Elder Yuan shared the latest news: he was now able to walk over a kilometer without his crutches.

Before the stroke, Elder Yuan could easily walk seven or eight miles without any trouble. He wasn’t completely better now but he said he could feel a significant improvement, believing that with another two or three months of exercise, he would be able to regain his former condition.

However, Feng Jun wasn’t so optimistic. He told Yuan Zihao, no matter how good you feel, you are at an age where you’re on the decline, and this serious illness has caused more damage to your body than you can imagine.

Elder Yuan, of course, knew the sayings “bitter medicine cures sickness” and “honest advice jars on the ears,” so he didn’t mind. Instead, he warmly invited Master Feng, hoping he would visit Beijing again in the spring, promising a warm welcome.

Feng Jun politely declined, explaining he would be very busy in the near future and that apart from going to Dengzhou, he wouldn’t likely have time to travel north.

By only mentioning Dengzhou, he was clearly prompting the other party to fulfill their promise.

Elder Yuan was quite straightforward, “Don’t worry about it, if the youngsters can make promises to you, I certainly can’t do any less.”

However, he did not finalize a time or a quantity.

Feng Jun wasn’t concerned; he didn’t believe the other party would break their promise—and if they did, he wasn’t afraid.

What he didn’t know was that after Elder Yuan hung up the phone, he shook his head to the two people beside him, with a wry smile, saying, “I’m truly sorry, I can’t invite him.”

One of the two was a bald elder, the other a middle-aged man with a square face.

The square-faced middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to Elder Yuan, “Mr. Yuan, we still need to trouble you greatly; my father’s illness really can’t be delayed any longer.”

“I understand that,” Yuan Zihao said, waving his hand lightly and speaking casually, “I’m currently recovering from a serious illness myself, unable to travel long distances. Once I’m a bit better, we’ll talk again, or… you can go find Zhengyang.”

The brows of the middle-aged man furrowed. He thought, what merits does that person have to warrant me seeking him out?

For Feng Jun, by this time, holiday spirit was getting stronger, and most work had ground to a halt. After some thought, he decided to take a break starting the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, then go shopping for New Year’s goods in various malls.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Weihong and Zhang Caixin finished their meeting and came to Peach Blossom Valley.

Unexpectedly, Xu Leigang told them that Master Feng had gone back to his hometown early in the morning.

Zhang Weihong smiled and said nothing, but Zhang Caixin stamped her foot in irritation, “He left without even saying goodbye, how rude.”