The Civil Servant's Job is to Raise The Furries!-Chapter 271 - 270: Are There Really Insects in Such a Cold Snow Mountain?

Chapter 271: Chapter 270: Are There Really Insects in Such a Cold Snow Mountain?

The rescue station successfully unlocked the first public welfare fund, and Xu Ying was overjoyed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw on a small cart, a marmot with its two front paws holding a green wild onion, happily gnawing on it, its furry belly trembling with each chew.

"You lazy bum!" Xu Ying darted forward and accurately grabbed the scruff of the plump creature’s neck.

The marmot, suddenly lifted up, flailed its four short legs in the air aimlessly, stubbornly holding onto the wild onion in its mouth, much like a corrupt official clinging to the last piece of gold bullion when caught red-handed.

[Little Xu Station Chief is coming to catch you!]

[Oh my goodness, look at that belly! It’s got a three-layer swimming ring now!]

[Hahaha, corrupt official caught in the act!]

[That belly! Definitely embezzled the program’s food budget!]

[Recommend setting up a Snow Mountain disciplinary committee to investigate its burrow warehouse]

Xu Ying lifted the plump creature to eye level, and it immediately shrank into a bundle.

The arrogance it had while gnawing the wild onion was gone, and now it was as obedient as a student caught by the head teacher.

It quietly spat out the wild onion behind it, its two front paws awkwardly folded over its round belly, its eyes like black beans blinking as it tried to look "innocent" and get away with it.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Xu Ying, holding the plump creature in one hand, pointed at its sharp front paws with the other, "Don’t be fooled by this guy’s laziness, these little paws are natural excavators."

She gently opened up the fleshy pads of the marmot, revealing a pink palm, but the nails at the fingertips were as hard as iron, "In the task of planting Snow Lotus, they can help us clear debris from rock crevices and loosen the soil."

The plump marmot understood the compliment and immediately puffed out its chest, trying to show off, but a glance from Xu Ying made it shrink back again.

"Speaking of which, you might not believe it," Xu Ying pinched the plump creature’s full cheek pouches, "this guy is a close relative of squirrels, both belong to the squirrel family.

She pried open the marmot’s mouth, revealing its iconic orange chisel-like teeth, "Living near the snow line and being particularly fond of digging and hoarding food, herdsmen call them ’Snow Pigs.’

[Shocking! This plump and round thing is actually an upgraded version of a squirrel]

[The name ’Snow Pig’ is too vivid!]

[So squirrels climb trees while they dig holes? Family roles clearly defined]

The marmot rubbed Xu Ying’s hand ingratiatingly, but was turned around by the scruff: "Now, take us to where you’ve hidden the program’s carrots!"

Yesterday, the cook from the temporary canteen reported that the washed carrots left in the basin disappeared, and at the scene of the crime was nothing but a tuft of dirt-colored tail with black fur.

The marmot’s ears drooped instantly, reluctantly pointing to a snow pile.

At that moment, the Tibetan Fox appeared out of nowhere, with half a sausage still in its mouth.

The marmot’s eyes went wide and it struggled to pounce, but Xu Ying held it firmly in place.

"Don’t even think about it!" Xu Ying poked its forehead, "Turn in the stolen goods first. Then you’re punished with a 200-word oral reflection."

[Snow Mountain’s disciplinary committee in action!]

[Investigate Fox Director too, where did this sausage come from?]

[Definitely not a legit source, these two have corrupt officials written all over them. ]

[200 words reflection? That’s too little, suggest 800 words!]

The marmot hung its little head.

When asked about its impression of Jia Yao, the marmot squinted its black-bean-like eyes, appraised the expectant Jia Yao, and lazily raised a paw to show a "six."

"Congratulations Jia Yao!" Xu Ying’s voice was exceptionally clear on the snow mountain, "The marmot gave a perfect score!"

Jia Yao was stunned in place, his thermos cup clattered to the snow.

After two episodes, Jia Yao finally received a perfect score, nearly moved to tears when he heard Xu Ying announce his perfect score!

New and cute little animals kept appearing on the show, and the number of viewers in the live stream continued to rise.

Nearing noon, the program team didn’t make things difficult for the guests this time, seeing them hungry from "finding friends", they prepared a rich meal.

The Golden Eagle stood elegantly on its designated perch, its sharp eyes scanning the fresh meat placed before it. It tore at the strips of meat with its beak at an unhurried pace, occasionally glancing at the camera as if to say, "What are you looking at? Never seen a raptor eat?"

A small mountain of wild onions and carrots piled up in front of the plump marmot. Using both paws, its cheeks puffed out like two small balloons, it ate, scattering crumbs everywhere. The Tibetan Fox squatted nearby, occasionally stealing a glance, planning how to snatch one away.

The Rock Sheep showed little interest in the regular fodder but was particularly fond of the special salt blocks prepared by the program.

It extended its rough tongue, concentrating on licking the salt block, eyes closed in sheer enjoyment.

The Highland Mouse Rabbit held a leaf in both paws, nibbling on it slowly, occasionally wiping its mouth.

The Ili Pika came over wanting a bite, but the Highland Mouse Rabbit pushed it away with a paw: "This is mine!"

[Highland Green Tea Little Rabbit: Elegant, never out of style]

[With Little Xu Station Chief away, the Green Tea Little Rabbit exposed her true alpha nature!]

[The Ili Pika is the real dummy little flower hhh]

The Snow Chicken’s tray was the most generous: berries, grass seeds, insects... It skillfully pecked at the food, occasionally tilting its head to look at the camera, showing off its snowy white, fluffy feathers, like Snow White.

The Tibetan Fox pretended to eat the meat chunks prepared by the program, secretly observing. Seizing a moment when the keeper wasn’t looking, it dashed to the Golden Eagle’s dish, grabbed the largest piece of meat, and fled!

[Fox Director is at it again—sword smuggling!]

[Golden Eagle: You’re finished, tonight don’t sleep too heavily, take turns keeping watch with your eyes!]

Before the netizens could finish their comments, the Golden Eagle swooped down to the Fox Director, its sharp talons plucking a tuft of yellow fur from the Fox Director’s tush.

The Tibetan Fox’s rear instantly had a bald patch; it quickly found a place to hide from the camera.

This eating broadcast skit made the show even more popular.

When Xu Ying and the six guests and the program crew finished lunch and found that the livestream’s popularity hadn’t faded but increased, they were astounded.

Xu Ying smiled at the camera: "Didn’t expect our little animals’ eating broadcast to be so popular!"

Netizens expressed support for Little Xu Station Chief to regularly livestream the little animals’ dinners, with one comment gaining significant backing: [Little Xu Station Chief could livestream the rescue station’s animals eating, just set the camera and let them be. We can watch them eat and even reward them, letting them earn their own meal money!]

This high-feedback suggestion was passed on to Xu Ying by the director team, and Xu Ying found it quite feasible and planned to start trying it after the recording ended.

Ye Jie, holding a Highland Mouse Rabbit, asked: "Little Xu Station Chief, we’ve found the animal partners, what’s our next task?"

Xu Ying gave a mysterious smile: "These five animal friends can all help in the process of planting Snow Lotus seeds and in the early stages of growth. Actually, the pollination phase in the growth and reproduction of Snow Lotus is also crucial."

Ye Jie looked even more puzzled: "But isn’t the altitude of the West Mountain so high and cold, are there really insects so unafraid of the cold, able to live in this environment to help Snow Lotus spread pollen?"

She rubbed her hands reddened by the cold: "I feel those small-bodied little bugs wouldn’t survive five minutes on the West Mountain."