Don't follow the rules

Chapter 478: Haojiu Home Furnishing City (Fifty-four)
In a farm dyed orange by the sunset, Anhan is a turkey that looks a little different.

Whenever the sacred feed came, he would always slowly fall behind the flock of chickens, and wait until his fellow chickens dispersed contentedly before he would step forward with slightly heavy steps to finish his share of the food.

At this moment, Anhan was pacing back and forth between the two chicken coops, peering at everything around him anxiously.

The farm's fence was very high, and it didn't look like it was built to prevent these fat turkeys from flying away, but rather to prevent some foreign wild animals that could climb the wall.

Anhan looked around cautiously, making sure that no other chickens were paying attention to him, and then he confidently poked his head out from the gap in the fence.

Outside the farm is a green ocean with no end in sight. Neat rows of crops sway gently in the wind, bringing the breath of midsummer between the fields.

Anhan tried hard to see farther, trying to pass his gaze through the dense corn stalks and capture some movements hidden in the shadows. Every time the wind blew the leaves, his heart nervously.

The farmer, the man who appears several times a day with food in his hands and deep eyes.

在这个没有钟表计时的农场里，安翰只能依靠天光判断大致的时间，经过他几天的观察下来，那个男人会在每天的5:00~6:00和18:00~20:00左右前来给火鸡们喂谷物和谷物残渣；而在每天9:00~10:00、12:00~13:00、16:00~17:00饲喂用水拌湿的饲料。

The man only brought a little food each time, just enough to feed each turkey until they were 60% to 70% full. The turkeys got hungry quickly, so every time the man came to feed them, all the turkeys would happily gather around them, like a group of gods descending to earth, surrounding the man who brought food and happiness to the turkey tribe.

But Anhan did not follow them. He just kept a low profile and pretended to lag behind, taking the opportunity to observe the man.

The man seemed to have an indescribable magic. Whenever he came, all the chickens would lower their heads involuntarily, as if to express their submission.

"Maybe it's a conditioned reflex trained by long-term feeding?" An Han guessed.

There are strict restrictions on the eating time of turkey for each meal, and the longest time cannot exceed half an hour.

Once the time was up, the man would clean out the trough regardless of whether the remaining turkeys had finished their feed or not.

The man carried the empty food bucket and left with a smile.

An Han always felt that there seemed to be some unknown plan behind the man's smile, but he had no clue and no evidence.

At night, when the silver moonlight fills the farm, the whole world seems to be quiet.

Anhan curled up in the corner of the chicken coop, the sound of his fellow chickens' even breathing rang in his ears. He finally had a safe enough space and time for him, a chicken, to think quietly.

“It’s not safe here and it’s definitely not normal.”

An Han couldn't remember anything else, but this thought was deeply imprinted in his little mind.

He unconsciously raised his right wing and rubbed it against his face, and not surprisingly, it scratched his beak. He retracted his wing in disappointment, as if this was an action he was very used to. Anhan often did this subconsciously, but he had no idea why he had this strange habit.

Late at night on the farm, one could occasionally hear the cries of unknown creatures, or the dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground. These noises would travel far away in the quiet night, and made Anhan more suspicious.

"I am just a chicken, but my power is still too weak. If I can find like-minded partners, I may be able to conduct a deeper investigation."

He thought so and began to look at his fellow chicken friends with a critical eye.

"That won't do. He looks very unintelligent and probably can't even give a complete self-introduction."

"That one... won't work either. He's stupid and can't see the danger ahead. He worships that man too much and is one of the most staunch supporters among the chickens."

"And that one..."

Anhan quickly eliminated all the chickens in the chicken coop for a simple reason—every one of them was stupid. "Am I the only sober and intelligent turkey in the world?" He lowered his head dejectedly, "Then this world is too stupid..."

After being emo for a while, Anhan quickly cheered up again.

"As the saying goes, if you lean on the mountain, it will fall. It's better to rely on myself than on these idiots. Although it's a bit risky, I have plenty of time to try and make mistakes."

Anhan shook his feathers and checked the wings on both sides to confirm that the man did not clip the turkey's flight feathers. "Although I was raised to be very fat and can no longer fly over the fence, I should at least be able to jump to a higher place."

“If I could get a broader view, I might be able to map out a safe route off the farm.”

He tiptoed around the sleeping turkeys, but didn't notice that the surveillance camera on the roof of the chicken coop was locking onto him.

……

"What you call entertainment program is... an agricultural channel? A guide to getting rich?" Yi Dan stared at the planner beside him with a frown on his face, the resentment in his eyes almost solidified.

Planner: "I thought you would think it was some kind of cosplay."

"You're insulting the cosplayer. This is not a funny joke." Yi Dan rolled his eyes.

The planner smiled and said, "To put it simply, I have built a small role-playing theater. Players who enter the game will only bring their only important instinct to play the role, and we, as the masters behind the theater, can trim his instinct at will."

"Prune?" Yi Dan seemed to be interested.

The planner bowed and said, "Please forgive my habitual use of the word 'pruning'. Perhaps 'correction' would be more appropriate here."

He stretched out his hand and made a scissors gesture, gently cutting the air in front of him, while imitating Zhen Huan's tone and saying: "People are like branches in a potted plant, they can go off the track at any time. The scissors are in my hand, so I can naturally keep what I want, cut off what I think is redundant, and correct them into the most regular parts."

"Originally, this was a little game reserved for Ning Yao. It is the most suitable game for disciplining a rebellious child."

The planner handed a game controller to Yi Dan: "Come on, Master Pen Fairy, modify these children to look the way you like."

……

Anhan raised his head. He didn't like the coral-like tumors on his neck. He especially hated the stacked tumors on other turkeys' necks that changed color due to congestion when they were excited.

But fortunately, he always keeps to himself and is rarely forced to admire other chicken friends' tumors from close range.

He walked around the chicken coop and found no "high ground" around it that could give him a better view, except for the coop itself.

"I should find a way to climb to the top of the chicken coop. Maybe when I climb up there I can not only have a good view, but I can also glide over the fence directly."

An Han immediately took action, using the windowsill of the chicken coop to approach the ventilation duct at the corner.

The external ventilation pipe was slightly loose. In order to fix the pipe, the man tied many cable ties on the pipe, which made it easier for Anhan to climb.

He carefully picked up one section of it with his beak, and pushed upward with his strong feet. Without much effort, he climbed to the eaves.

There was no place to land on the extended eaves, and An Han had only one chance to fly out. If he failed to hook the eaves, he would have to land regretfully.

Yi Dan raised his lips slightly: "Let me lend him a helping hand~"