When Yan Fei had followed Old Zhutou to lead the tiger away, he saw the two Golden Eagles still obediently gripping onto the chestnut tree. He couldn't help but ask Old Zhutou, "Does this shoddy place of yours have anything worthwhile left?"
Old Zhutou chuckled coldly, a smug satisfaction hidden within his laugh. "This shoddy place of mine? Heh, this bamboo forest has been passed down through several generations to my possession, what do you think?"
"So having it for a long time means it's valuable?" Yan Fei looked skeptical, but then had a thought and began to laugh. "But you have a point, over time some bad things can turn good. Fresh cow dung can't be used directly as fertilizer, but leave it to dry and it can nurture earthworms. Given enough time, it could turn into great fertilizer, and it can even breed maggots for feeding chickens..."
