"Twenty years ago, there were quite a lot of these things, and they had different names. Some were called Langlibai, some were called Shui Laogua, and some were called Shui Donkey."

"I ate a lot of it when I was a kid, but I probably killed a lot more later, and now I can basically no longer see it."

After hearing Wang Laoer's explanation, Zhang Bei also sighed.

In China, basically, as long as it is a delicious animal, it must be raised either through breeding or the law.

If we encounter this animal again that is helpful for nourishing yin and nourishing kidneys, I am afraid that it is very likely that it will not be able to supply the market even if it is bred.

Zhang Bei has no good solution to this situation and can only rely on increasingly perfect laws to protect him.

Although many zoos are now exploring the possibility of artificial intervention in breeding.

But this is a long process after all, and it may even require several generations of efforts and scientific research results before it can be successful.

As the car drove all the way to the rescue station, we saw several workers carrying a large cage.

Lang Song, who was standing aside, was wiping the sweat from his head and giving instructions.

"What's going on?"

Hearing Zhang Bei's voice, Lang Song quickly turned his head and remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"That tiger broke his leg again."

Zhang Bei silently scolded Lao Bai for what a piece of shit he was. Eighty percent of the reason the little tiger was so stupid was because Lao Bai fed it too well.

Looking at the cage that had been placed on the cart, Zhang Bei handed the box to Lang Song and quickly walked to the front and lifted the black cloth covering it.

What came into view was a plump Northeastern Golden Grain, lying inside in pain, with one hind leg showing irregular twists, and its eyes had lost hope for life.

Wang Laoer looked at the big guy in the cage and quickly came up to him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Ouch!"

When Jin Jianping saw Wang Laoer's familiar face, he shouted and buried his head directly.

Zhang Bei reached into the cage and knocked the guy on the head, sighing silently.

"Let's go in first and then we'll talk."

Wang Laoer directly took over the task of pushing the cart and quickly led the big guy towards the rescue station.

He didn't dare touch a lynx, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with this Siberian tiger, which he was already very familiar with.

Zhang Bei, who was present, didn't have much worry. After all, this little guy was basically taken care of by humans when he was a child.

This is not the first time that I have broken my leg. As long as I recover quickly, I will be able to go home in no time.

Lang Song didn't worry too much. After all, he was a professional. This injury looked serious, but it was actually a misalignment.

Just take a picture to confirm the location and then pick it up directly.

Only Wang Laoer's face was full of worry, and he wished he could bear the pain on behalf of this little guy.

We walked all the way to the rescue station and pushed the cart into a large room.

Zhang Bei directly reached out and opened the cage door, allowing Jin Jian layer to rest in a spacious place.

Wang Laoer touched Jin Jian'er's head and let it lean against his body.

The rescue of crested grebe is relatively simple. Just debridement the wound and wrap it with medicinal gauze.

This kind of bird rescue is almost the most common at rescue stations.

Generally speaking, as long as no bones are injured, you can fly again after a while.

It only took Langson ten minutes to finish the crested grebe's wings, and then he came to Zhang Bei's side.

Looking at the golden gradient quietly leaning on Wang Laoer's body, Lang Song's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Trouble, extremely troublesome!

When this guy was still a little kid, he had seen him at the big rescue station over there.

At that time, my body was so thin that a skilled master could correct it with a little force, without the need for surgery.

But now...

Let's put it this way, in the eyes of ordinary people, the pork leg may not have as much meat as the leg.

It was obviously a wild one, but it ended up eating itself like a domesticated pig.

Zhang Bei took a look at the X-ray equipment in the room and felt that it was a bit difficult.

This guy is too big now, and the injury is to his hind leg. It is completely unrealistic to try to fit it into the instrument.

"If that doesn't work, you have to contact the province. They have special equipment for tigers."

Zhang Bei looked at the poor big guy and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Forget it, I'll find someone."

Zhang Bei picked up the phone, turned off the sound in the live broadcast room, and then dialed a number.

After the ringing sounded for a long time, the call was finally answered.

"Xiao Bei, why are you looking for me?"

"Do you have time, old man? I have a Siberian tiger whose bones are dislocated. I don't know..."

"If you don't go, you can handle it yourself."

"I have found an apprentice for you, he is absolutely smart!"

"Um?"

"Really, you can see it when you come!"

Hearing Zhang Bei's confident voice, the other side of the phone was quiet for a moment.

"Okay, I'll go over where you are right now."

"I'm waiting for you at the rescue station here in the county town!"

Seeing Zhang Bei hang up the phone, Lang Song's eyes were full of curiosity.

He has lived in this world for so many years, and he really doesn't know if there is any hidden boss.

"Don't ask, I'll know when I see you."

How could Zhang Bei tell Lang Song that in order to save Jin Jianxie, the apprentice he just mentioned was him.

That's right, in order to get this big guy rescued in a short time, this imbecile had already sold Langson.

But it is not a loss, as the descendants of Mu Si had a very high status in ancient times.

All livestock, cattle and sheep rescues are basically done by the shepherd.

Especially precious cattle. In ancient times, when a shepherd rescued a cow, it could be said to have saved a village.

Although this guy is unwilling to leave the mountain now, his inheritance is not lacking at all.

After all, even if the war is in chaos, no one will go to Mu Si specifically to kill him.

After all, who can guarantee that his war horse will not get sick?

Who can guarantee that the cattle under their care will always be healthy?

Even the prime minister of the dynasty usually maintains due respect for the pastor.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the door to the room was suddenly opened by an old man holding a cigarette pipe.

His eyes roamed around the room and soon settled on Langson.

"Looks like he has a lot of strength, and his looks are passable."

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Bei turned his head silently.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy, but he has a lot of requirements for choosing an apprentice.

Physical fitness is only one aspect, you must also be handsome, and even before you finish learning his craft, you must remain a boy.

If it weren't for these conditions, Zhang Bei would have found the successor he needs long ago.

"Is this the Siberian tiger?"

The old man looked at Langson for a moment, and then set his sights on the big guy.

Zhang Bei adjusted the camera, turned on the sound, and then started to explain.
Chapter completed!