Mountain Looting: Targeted by a Leopard at the Start-Chapter 38 - Youre the Slowest Poster on the Entire

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: You’re the Slowest Poster on the Entire Internet!

Chapter 38 -38: You’re the Slowest Poster on the Entire Internet!

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In the afternoon, while Xu Yang was editing videos in his workshop, the diesel three-wheeler was delivered.

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The brand-new agricultural three-wheeler was much larger and stronger than the previous small electric trike.

Xu Yang, Li Shan, and Little Black were all looking at the three-wheeler and were very happy.

The three-wheeler was quite useful, mainly for farming activities; it could haul dirt, sand, or even vegetable seedlings.

Just so happens, they planned to attend the village market the next day, and Xu Yang decided to drive this diesel three-wheeler there.

“It finally arrived, now we can drive directly whenever there’s something to do.”

Xu Yang said to Li Shan.

Upon hearing this, Li Shan awkwardly replied,

“Brother Yang, I don’t have a driver’s license, and this vehicle requires one, right?”

“I’ll just stick to the electric trike.”

Only then did Xu Yang remember that Li Shan’s leg was somewhat lame, and he didn’t walk very smoothly, unable to obtain a driver’s license.

However, the more it was so, the more Li Shan felt relieved.

At least Xu Yang really wasn’t focused on his disability.

Just like in the movies, people with disabilities prefer others to overlook their disability rather than kindly help them.

“Forget it then, alright, just ride the electric trike whenever you need to go somewhere.”

Xu Yang nodded.

Then, he drove the diesel three-wheeler for a test.

The engine made a “dada dada dada” sound, and the vehicle seemed to tremble slightly.

This kind of diesel vehicle had a powerful engine, perfect for sturdy farm work.

“Not bad.”

Xu Yang drove around in a circle and was satisfied.

Men, after all, tend to like brand-new machinery and electronic products.

The novelty would take a few days to wear off.

In the evening, Xu Yang published the edited video online.

Frankly speaking, he didn’t need to do the editing himself; the internet was already full of such videos. Many marketing accounts had already posted similar content, Xu Yang could have just copied them since they were his own videos after all.

But he still did the editing himself.

Video title: “Mountain Rushing Reality: Birch Mushroom, A Chance Encounter with Leopard”

Soon, Xu Yang’s fans started commenting in the section.

“Dude, you just posted? I finished watching it yesterday!”

“You’re the slowest uploader on the net!”

“Is this the real deal?”

“Straw hat boy?”

The comment section was bustling.

Actually, this situation was ideal, allowing marketing accounts to generate traffic; they would be willing to edit Xu Yang’s videos, which in turn would bring new traffic to Xu Yang.

Almost all major broadcasters wish for marketing accounts to edit their live stream clips.

It lets more people see them.

Xu Yang didn’t bother with the video anymore.

The next day, around nine in the morning,

Xu Yang drove the diesel three-wheeler, taking Little Black along, heading towards the market.

Village markets were always bustling.

This was just a regular market day, but if it were the market day before New Year, there would be countless items available, and the streets would be crowded with people, as every household in the Northeast needed to buy goods for the New Year, definitely attending the big market.

The regular market days were not fixed, but somehow there seemed to be an information system in place; everyone just knew when there was a market.

It seemed to default to the last Saturday of the month.

The market that Xu Yang attended this time was in a vacant street area; usually, this area was deserted, only bustling during the market days.

Before even entering the street, they saw both sides of the road lined with parked trucks.

Many of the trucks carried pigs, cows, sheep, or cages of chickens and ducks.

Some people didn’t come in vehicles, but led oxen or horses instead.

Further inside, there were stalls selling pastries, flatbreads, blood sausages, comic books, popcorn, and other items.

The middle of the road was left open, and lots of people were moving around, some inquiring about prices.

Xu Yang got off the truck and let Little Black down too.

“Little Black, stick close, don’t run off.”

Xu Yang reminded Little Black.

This place was full of animals, and there was no question of whether or not to use leashes, unlike the rules in the city.

Everyone here was a farmer, and they didn’t care much about such things.

In the village, people never walked their dogs; they just opened the doors and let the dogs play on their own.

That’s why many city folks who brought their dogs back to the countryside found that their pets were reluctant to return to the city afterwards.

Then, he turned on the drone, not to live stream, but to film video material, planning to edit later.

Not everything needs to be live-streamed. Visiting a busy marketplace can be exciting, but it’s not particularly suited for live broadcasts. Making a video is enough to build up popularity.

Xu Yang walked toward the front, and Little Black, clever as ever, closely followed him.

Right in front was someone selling chick hatchlings. Xu Yang went over to check it out.

Before he even got there, a chorus of “cheep, cheep, cheep” rang out.

The owner, seeing Xu Yang coming over, hurriedly brought over a wooden frame.

It was filled with a basketful of chicks, all in different colors.

There were pure black chicks, brown-yellow chicks, as well as golden chicks with a hint of white, and others with feathers that had patterns resembling those of a squirrel.

The sight was quite appealing.

Xu Yang reached out, grabbed two with one hand, and brought them close for inspection.

“These are all genuine dumb chicks, vaccinated.”

“We specialize in nurturing chick hatchlings; this is the fourth batch for this year.”

The owner, seeing Xu Yang as a potential customer, busily explained.

“How much for one?”

Xu Yang asked, setting down the chicks.

“Depends how many you want, usually it’s 3 Shanghai Coins each.”

The owner replied.

Three Shanghai Coins for a chick was considered a relatively high price here.

The Northeast has its own currency system, where goods are particularly cheap, especially staples like rice, flour, and meat.

In Pudong, they have their own Shanghai Coin system, which makes everything expensive—it isn’t one of the most economically developed places in the country for nothing.

“I’ll take fifty, but I definitely can’t do it at that price,” Xu Yang said bluntly.

“How about one hundred for all? Let’s do business,” the owner countered.

“You’re early too, so I’m opening my stall with this.”

The owner added.

“Deal,” Xu Yang didn’t want to haggle over ten or twenty coins.

Moreover, the chick hatchlings were truly of good quality.

Looking closely, the truck was loaded with wood crates full of incubating chicks.

Every household here raises chickens, and there’s a strong market for chick hatchlings, attracting many buyers.

Typically, a farm household can easily raise twenty to thirty chickens.

Xu Yang’s farm is so large that raising three or four hundred chickens would be no trouble at all if he focused on it.

But Xu Yang didn’t want to toil so much; a modest number would suffice.

After setting the price, Xu Yang started selecting chick hatchlings.

He and the owner brought over a wooden frame and he picked them out one by one.

Every single chick hatchling was inspected.

The owner could tell that Xu Yang knew his stuff.

In business, when the buyer knows what they’re doing, the seller has to take it easy, letting Xu Yang choose freely.

Soon, Xu Yang had selected fifty chicks.

If the chicks grew up successfully, each could be sold for over a hundred each.

However, the survival rate for raising chickens isn’t very high, and it’s quite troublesome, needing several months of care.

“Okay, these will do.”

After picking the chicks, Xu Yang paid and walked away with the wooden crate.

He returned to his vehicle and temporarily didn’t put the wooden crate in the cargo space but kept it in the cab since the cargo space wasn’t theft-proof.

Then, Xu Yang, accompanied by Little Black, continued strolling through the marketplace.

There was still much to buy.

He could purchase some ducklings and goslings.

In the Northeast, large geese are very popular, with the iron pot stewed goose being a signature dish, especially in winter when every household eats it.

So in the winter, sales of geese are very good.

Xu Yang continued wandering through the market.

Some people led horses for sale; others led calves.

Looking at the horses stirred something in Xu Yang.

He wanted to ride, but a horse was quite expensive, costing at least eight or nine thousand, and it wasn’t essential at the moment.

He then saw a vendor selling ducks, all of which had densely feathered little yellow ducks.

It’s still best to buy this kind of thing at large markets where many breeders come to sell, offering both good prices and quality ducklings.

While ducklings are also available online, many die in transit.

And those that survive aren’t very healthy.

The ducklings cost 5 Shanghai Coins each, and Xu Yang ended up buying forty little yellow ducks.

These little yellow ducks had undergone preliminary nurturing and were vaccinated; they were quite easy to raise if cared for properly.

The only drawback was that they were land ducks, having never been in water in their lives.