455: Chapter 455 Blue Star Chapter: Zhang Xile, the Mountain King

"The Great King told me to patrol the mountains!"

"Patrolling the mountains, I found a Tang Sanzang!"

"The Great King wants to eat Tang Monk meat!"

"Sun Wukong jumped out from the sky!"

"The immortals are fighting and putting on a show!"

"Poor little demon that I am, I've lost my life!"

Zhang Xile was walking a large yellow dog, patrolling his own mountain.

The mountain was covered in peach trees, and it was the season for them to ripen. As the most useless person in the family, he was sent to patrol the mountain every day to manually scare away birds.

Because of this, he held a stick in his hand with a ribbon tied to it, waving it about.

"Go away! Go eat someone else's peaches! My family's crops have been sprayed with plenty of medicine! If you eat them and die, that would be poisoning a second level protected animal!"

Zhang Xile waved the stick.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

The big yellow dog barked twice, seemingly also driving away the birds.

"Zhang Xile! Come down and eat!"

His mother's voice carried from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

"Got it!"

To better take care of the peaches, their family lived in a small house built at the foot of the mountain.

Inside the small house, freshly picked peaches were piled up.

Zhang Mother was sighing.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"The peaches aren't selling well this year, the price offered is too low. By this calculation, our family of seven, young and old, working hard for a year, doesn't even make twenty thousand yuan per person."

Zhang Xile opened his mouth wide: "That little?"

He thought for a moment, "How about I try selling them online? Maybe we can make a bit more money."

"Give it a try. I've seen Old Hei's family selling online too; it's another path."

After eating, Zhang Xile thought about how to sell them online. Naturally, that meant filming short videos, but what to film?

He was clueless, and the key was that he didn't know how to film anything.

Forget it, he would just film the daily routine of a little demon patrolling the mountains and stealing peaches; he was very skilled at singing the patrol song.

Although the income from growing peaches wasn't high, Zhang Xile felt this was pretty good.

Days passed by one after another, from the peaches ripening to the leaves falling, and finally, winter arrived.

"Mom, how about we raise some chickens under the peach trees? I heard free-range chickens are expensive now, and it just so happens we can let the chickens eat the bugs."

"Will that work?"

"Let's try it. But I looked up the strategy, and it says the density shouldn't be too high. But our mountain isn't small, so let's start by free-ranging two or three hundred and see. When there are no peaches, we can also collect eggs."

"Good, then let's try it. That way, after the wild peaches ripen, our family can relax. I see our mountain isn't small, so since we're raising them, let's start with a thousand or eight hundred!" Father Zhang made the final decision.

"Then we'll do it next spring."

The following year, the Zhang family bought chick seedlings. So, besides patrolling the mountain, Zhang Xile also added collecting eggs. He filmed his daily life every day. The videos were lukewarm, with one or two thousand likes, sometimes a few hundred, but he had listed the free-range eggs in his shop window.

Sometimes Zhang Xile sat on the ground, suddenly wondering if he was too much of a failure for returning from the big city.

But in his mind, he recalled the days of being a beast of burden in the big city, as if he had been drained by a female ghost all day long. He shuddered and hurriedly drove that thought away.

Life was so good now. Every day, besides collecting eggs, he just collected eggs. He didn't need to use his brain at all, didn't need to be sabotaged by others, and didn't need to eat the empty promises drawn by his boss. The most he had to deal with every day was getting scolded by his mother a few times.

Cluck, cluck, cluck!

"Cluck your head! If you cluck again, I'll stew you!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

"Grandma! I want to eat this chicken today!"

"Hey, good grandson, wait a moment. Grandma will stew it for you tonight!"

"Mom! Stop spoiling him! We raise these chickens, and they all end up in his stomach alone!"

"Then just raise more. Such a big mountain, can I be short of a bite for my big grandson? Come, big grandson, go back and Grandma will stew chicken for you!"

"Okay, Grandma!"

Zhang Xile recorded it on the fly, paired it with a video of the stewed chicken soup, and posted it. Unexpectedly, the video went viral early the next morning.

"I also want to eat Grandma's stewed chicken!"

"Ahhhh! This is mine! This is mine! None of you are allowed to fight me for it!"

"Blogger, blogger, is the chicken from your family raised in a peach forest? I see it looks like peach trees around."

"Blogger! Where are my eggs! Why are my eggs gone! Hurry up and list them!"

"Send me my Grandma!"

"Nonsense, that is clearly my Grandma!"

Zhang Xile opened it early in the morning and saw it, immediately overjoyed.

"Grandma! It's alive! I'm alive! No, wait, it's you who are alive!"

And so, the Zhang family was busy mailing eggs, and for those buying chickens, the Zhang family slaughtered them, used ice to keep them fresh, and shipped them out. For those who wanted live chickens, they just shipped live chickens.

After a busy day, they actually sold over three hundred chickens.

"We can't sell any more. If we sell more, there won't be chickens to lay eggs."

"Grandma is right. Then the remaining chickens will lay eggs. I think we should just stop collecting eggs and let the old hens hatch chicks in the forest."

"That works too, let's do that."

After this video, Zhang Xile often filmed interactions with his grandmother, as well as the mother-son "warmth" with his mother. Although the peaches hadn't come down yet, many netizens had already pre-ordered, saying if they didn't get their Grandma's eggs, they would buy Grandma's peaches fiercely.

In this peach harvest season, the Zhang family was exceptionally busy. Because of the video, all the peaches were sold online this year. Compared to last year's less than twenty thousand yuan per person, this year had progress, less than forty thousand yuan a year.

Of course, this was just from selling peaches, plus eggs and free-range chickens, there was some more income.

Zhang Xile was already beautifully imagining the good life of building a big mountain villa and constructing a manor.

But very quickly, reality gave him a slap in the face.

He never expected that there would actually be an apocalypse!

"No way? Are you kidding me!"

The apocalypse was too terrifying. Zhang Xile trembled with fear, terrified that one day a terrifying monster or a Corpse Tide would swallow his whole family.

Things happened exactly as he expected. The family was hiding in a cave, and outside the cave entrance was a pack of wolves.

"Dad, Mom, are we going to die?"

"No, no, we will definitely survive."

Zhang Mother wiped away her tears. How could this be? How did it suddenly become like this? Clearly, everything was fine before, life was just getting better, and she was just about to save money for her son to get married.

How did the world become like this?

Grandma hugged her big grandson's head.

"As long as the family is together, we fear nothing, we fear nothing."

Suddenly, there was good news. In the trading area, the items he listed were bought by someone, and it was something like a Peashooter!

Zhang Xile keenly noticed that this might be a big shot, so he didn't say a word and crazily sucked up to them, wanting to hug the big shot's thigh.

Later, later he really hugged it.

The big shot's thigh was still too thick, so thick that he worried whether he would be able to hold on.

Later, he established Tianfu Base, thinking the big shot wouldn't run away, but the big shot was still often missing, from years to decades, and finally over a hundred years.

By the time he was managing the big shot's world, the big shot had disappeared for another twenty thousand years.

"Holy crap! Brother Tang, you're finally back!"