Chapter 40: Mao Mao's Abnormality

Although Lin Yifan still doesn't understand, just how big is the difference between the mutated ginger king and the non-mutated ginger?

But Good Quality Cultivation Soil can cause plants to mutate, which is truly unbelievable.

However, why didn't the mugwort, mint, and wild blueberry I planted earlier mutate?

Lin Yifan pondered over it but couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it's probabilistic?

Since I can't figure it out, I might as well not think about it.

Even if it's just probabilistic, being able to produce one mutated ginger king means other things can mutate as well.

Moreover, the Good-grade Cultivation Soil is even superior in quality!

If we could obtain better cultivation soil, perhaps this mutation probability could be increased.

However, ginger only needs a small piece to continue reproducing; after removing the portion needed for planting, this large piece of ginger king can still leave plenty left over.

Moreover, over the past couple of days, many people have caught colds and fevers from getting caught in the rain; with free time in the evenings to boil extra ginger soup, we could make good money using this ginger king.

After dividing the ginger king into several small pieces and planting them in ordinary-level cultivation soil, Lin Yifan then replanted the mugwort and mint back into the Good Quality Cultivation Soil.

This way, by tonight there will be enough ingredients to make the Strong Mosquito Repellent.

As for the medicinal herbs planted in ordinary cultivation soil, although they have grown much better than when they were first sown, compared to the growth boost from Good Quality Cultivation Soil, they are still far behind.

It's been a whole night; the blueberries planted last night already had flower buds, yet they still haven't finished fruiting.

Lin Yifan estimates that at least three more days are needed for this bunch of blueberries to fully mature.

Thus, the growth efficiency of Good Quality Cultivation Soil is more than three times that of ordinary cultivation soil.

It seems that if the opportunity arises, we should still strive to obtain higher-grade cultivation soil; he hasn't yet found good seeds like wheat or rice, but if he does, he will surely cultivate them well.

As a Huaguo person, life without wheat and rice would be utterly bland.

Especially since Lin Yifan is a southerner, his favorite is rice; having gone two or three days without it, he's already missing it terribly.

After finishing transplanting everything that needed to be moved, he then watered all the plants in the cultivation soil thoroughly, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

However, at that moment he suddenly heard a 'goo-goo' sound in his ear.

He quickly turned around and realized that the golden eagle 'Mao Mao', which had fallen into sleep after hatching yesterday, had finally awakened.

After it fell asleep, Lin Yifan made a nest for Mao Mao using a box, even lining it with a silk quilt!

For fear of letting this precious little thing catch a chill!

In the middle of the night yesterday, he even got up to check on Mao Mao, worried it might starve, and wanted to feed it some meat.

Indeed, golden eagles need to eat meat!

They are entirely carnivorous animals, no wonder adult golden eagles are so fierce.

However, Mao Mao hadn't awakened; after Lin Yifan carefully observed its condition, he discovered it was simply sleeping.

Even while sleeping, its feathers became increasingly glossy, after which he finally relaxed.

Now seeing Mao Mao awake, he hurried to the box and discovered that, compared to its delicate state when it first hatched yesterday, Mao Mao had actually grown considerably.

When it had just hatched yesterday, it was only the size of a fist, its whole body covered in soft down, and even its eyes weren't fully open.

But today, this little creature has grown noticeably, and even a few tiny feathers have sprouted on its body.

Moreover, its eyelids were fully open, and its golden eyes clearly revealed its attachment to Lin Yifan.

"Mao Mao, I didn't expect you to grow this fast!"

Lin Yifan spoke with some surprise; he hadn't spoken for two or three days straight, and for a moment he felt rather unaccustomed to speaking.

It seems that being alone for too long can indeed cause one's language ability to deteriorate.

From now on, I need to speak more; Mao Mao's arrival is truly timely.

Regarding Mao Mao's body size increasing by half overnight, Lin Yifan was also quite shocked.

Normally speaking, although birds grow faster than primates, it's still impossible for them to grow this fast!

He had previously inquired: for birds, from hatching to opening their eyes takes at least three to five days.

And to grow fine feathers, it takes even longer—about a week or more.

As a result, Mao Mao completed in a single night the entire growth process that normally takes a week to finish.

How could Lin Yifan not be shocked?

Could it be because it ate the eggshell?

But this hypothesis is clearly unreasonable; it's quite normal for birds to eat the eggshell after hatching.

Other birds do the same; eating the eggshell certainly wouldn't make them grow this quickly.

The only thing Lin Yifan ever did for Mao Mao was to drop a single drop of mysterious blood—possibly capable of giving a young bird a special bloodline—onto the egg before it hatched.

After Mao Mao hatched, he carefully observed it, wanting to see what special bloodline that mysterious blood had caused this little golden eagle to develop.

Unfortunately, Lin Yifan saw no sign at all and assumed that drop of mysterious blood had taken no effect.

Now it appears that Mao Mao has definitely awakened a special bloodline; even aside from anything else, just from this growth rate alone it's clear the bloodline is not ordinary.

At this moment, Mao Mao jumped out of the box and, facing Lin Yifan, kept opening its mouth and emitting continuous 'goo-goo-goo' calls.

The voice carried a hint of urgency and also a hint of affection.

Although Lin Yifan couldn't understand, he could roughly guess that Mao Mao was hungry.

"You're hungry, right? Wait a moment, I'll get you some meat to eat right away!"

Lin Yifan muttered while taking out the wild boar meat that Hong Shaogiang had exchanged for him the previous night from his ring space, then chopped the meat into fine strands with an axe.

Meanwhile, Mao Mao had already leapt up beside him; its tiny mung-bean eyes stared at the meat strands, almost glowing green.

Lin Yifan couldn't bear to let it go hungry; the shark fin then hurriedly fed the meat strips to Mao Mao's mouth.

After Mao Mao eagerly gulped down a few strands of meat, it suddenly flapped its wings, leapt up about half a meter, and in one bite snatched the chunk of wild boar meat still uncut in Lin Yifan's hand.

Lin Yifan froze for a moment, then instinctively tried to snatch it back.

He wasn't reluctant to feed Mao Mao; it's just that chunk of meat was as big as a fist, and he feared Mao Mao would choke on it.

However, just as he reached out his hand, he saw Mao Mao gulp down that chunk of wild boar meat in one bite.

That speed was as smooth as some kind of chocolate, leaving Lin Yifan staring blankly.

He jumped in fright and hastily said nervously:

"Mao Mao, you just swallowed that huge chunk of meat? Won't you get indigestion?"

However, Mao Mao merely gave him a little white-eye, utterly contemptuous.

This really left Lin Yifan somewhat speechless, and he said irritably:

"I care about you, and you still look down on me! Forget it, I can't be bothered with you—if you choke to death, you deserve it!"

Although he said that, seeing that dawn was breaking, he still picked up Mao Mao and stuffed him into his clothing pocket.

He patted its little head and said:

"Dawn is approaching; I'm heading out to look for supplies. Stay here obediently—sleep if you want to sleep, call me if you get hungry, understand?"

Mao Mao's intelligence isn't low; according to Lin Yifan's judgment, it's roughly equivalent to that of a seven- or eight-year-old child.

So Mao Mao can understand what he says.

He would have liked to leave Mao Mao at the shelter, but this little thing is still too small, and he doesn't know how often it needs to eat.

He was afraid that if he went out for a whole day, he would directly starve Mao Mao to death.