The Civil Servant's Job is to Raise The Furries!-Chapter 123: It’s Not a Class II Protected Species, So No Problem

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: It’s Not a Class II Protected Species, So No Problem

The feather-legged sand chicken’s light yellow head is round and smooth, adorned with densely patterned gray-brown feathers, resembling a desert stone from a distance. Its legs are wrapped in thick feathers, extending down to its toes, as if wearing snow boots, reminiscent of "Flying Feather Legs."

Although they don’t look as cute as ear foxes, they do have memorable features.

Upon hearing that this young lady specifically wanted to catch an ear fox, Wang Hao trembled a bit inside, as they are a nationally protected species of the second class. Moreover, whenever he hears about ear foxes, he can’t help linking them to Station Chief Xu, the so-called Beast Language expert, which makes him a bit uneasy.

This Station Chief Xu is proficient in Fox Language; what if some videos shot later expose the truth?

Wang Hao patiently said to Feng Qingdai, "Miss Feng, actually, the feather-legged sand chicken has its interesting aspects too."

Wang Hao held up his binoculars and suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Look, look at what it’s doing now!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingdai immediately turned back to her lens. A feather-legged sand chicken was sitting in the water, shaking its body, its abdominal feathers pulsating in the water, resembling the movement of a jellyfish.

Feng Qingdai frowned, "What is it doing? It looks sillier, even a bit indecent."

Hearing her jab, Wang Hao replied with a bitter smile, "It’s using its abdominal feathers to collect water, planning to fly back soon to bring it to its chicks in the nest."

Jeff couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Won’t the water leak out on the way?"

"Their feather structures are special; they spread out like algae in the water but immediately close up when out of it, effectively trapping the water inside the feathers."

Wang Hao explained in detail, showing his profound knowledge and experience, "When they fly back to the distant nest, the chicks will gather around their parent’s abdomen to sip water from the feathers."

Feng Qingdai’s eyes twinkled, "These silly birds’ feathers seem quite useful, huh."

Interested in the feathers of the feather-legged sand chickens, she instructed the desert guide Wang Hao, "Go catch this group of feather-legged sand chickens for me, as many as you can get."

Feng Qingdai became more pleased with the idea, "I want roasted chicken for lunch, with scallions and flatbread; it should be nice!"

Furthermore, her father liked collectibles, and his collection room had many avian feather products.

The feathers of these silly birds are so incredible, taking them back for research might uncover some commercial value. Although they’re not cute, they aren’t totally useless waste.

"Well, this is not good..." Wang Hao said, looking conflicted by Feng Qingdai’s words, as feather-legged sand chickens were also protected wild animals by law.

Feng Qingdai frowned even more, "This isn’t a national second-level protected animal, is it? What’s wrong with catching a chicken?"

"You look big and strong, but who knew you’re so timid."

Wang Hao’s face turned grim.

Feng Qingdai turned her head to Jeff and Vivian, "Is this the desert guide you hired at a high price? This? Only good for running his mouth and telling science stories; what use is he?"

Wang Hao was incensed but had to swallow his resignation due to the other party’s status.

Feng Qingdai glanced at him, "Will you go or not? I’ll give you a thousand bucks per chicken."

This offer stirred hesitant Wang Hao; his competitive spirit was kindled, wanting to show Feng Qingdai his skills and capability.

After a commotion in the puddle, Wang Hao returned with five heavily injured feather-legged sand chickens.

Feng Qingdai snorted, and without hesitation, transferred five thousand yuan to Wang Hao on the spot, "Why did you make the chickens look like this? They look even more off-putting."

The five feather-legged sand chickens had their feet and wings tied with hemp rope, unable to fly or move. Being extremely timid, they were very sensitive to the wind and grass movements outside; being caught now, they trembled and cried desperately.

[You wicked lot, let us go, my children are still waiting for me to bring them water.]

[My wound hurts, coo, coo, coo.]

But no one could understand their Beast Language here, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be let go.

Feng Qingdai squatted in front of the feather-legged sand chickens, then grabbed the neck of the weakest one, rendering it immobile, before yanking at the plump feathers on its abdomen.

The sand chicken let out a sharp, agonizing scream in an instant.

Feng Qingdai savagely tore a handful of feathers from the sand chicken’s abdomen, with the feather roots still mixed with blood.

Due to her overly forceful grip on the chicken’s neck, she had twisted its neck; it fell to the ground, staring with rounded eyes, its breath weakening.

She disdainfully tossed the feathers to Wang Hao, "Quickly rinse off the blood before bringing them to me."

"This dead sand chicken isn’t fresh; whoever wants to eat can eat it, I want something fresh."

She stood up, disgustedly waving her hands as she walked aside.

The Lingsi Photography Team didn’t react much; Vivian even stepped forward to hand Feng Qingdai a wet tissue to wipe her hands.

Only the stunned Wang Hao stood there, swallowing hard.

Wasn’t it said that these city people were delicate? Judging by this Miss Feng’s behavior, she’s rather ruthless.

But seeing the five thousand yuan received on WeChat, he quietly pocketed his phone; who would feel sorry for a bird? He just thought the photography team’s conduct was a bit unexpected.

Feng Qingdai noticed the dumbfounded Wang Hao and impatiently urged him, "Guide, another ten thousand, help me find an ear fox for photographing!"

Seeing the troubled face of Wang Hao, Jeff thought this guide was quite dense, turning to speak to Feng Qingdai, "Miss Feng, it doesn’t have to be an ear fox. That Little Xu Station Chief only got famous because of ear foxes; others might say you’re just imitating. Your photography needs to have its distinctiveness."

Feng Qingdai thought for a moment and agreed, ordering Wang Hao, "Or find me an alternative, something as cute as an ear fox."

Wang Hao was floored by the additional ten thousand yuan offer, quickly brainstorming other cute desert animals. Looking at the desert creatures on the ground, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Actually, it’s not just ear foxes; there are many adorable small animals in the desert, such as the Big-eared Hedgehog."

Feng Qingdai and the others looked over, "Big-eared Hedgehog?"

Wang Hao nodded, "Yes, the desert hedgehog, they also have long, big ears like the ear fox, and their bodies are round."

After hearing the words Big-eared Hedgehog, Jeff thought for a moment and said, "I got it, Miss Feng, let’s photograph the Big-eared Hedgehog!"

"I have thought of a perfect script, might even make you more popular than that Station Chief Xu."

The discussing group didn’t notice a drone with flashing red lights bypassing their SUV from behind.