Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 78

The passerby pulled back his foot but didn’t leave. He just stood there, silently watching.

Er Bao, the Cane Corso, also obediently handed over his leash and stood next to the Doberman.

Goodness, goodness! The passerby marveled inwardly, now eager to step forward and ask about the dogs. Just as he lifted his foot, yet another dog came down!

One, two, three, four… The fourth dog also got out.

Finally, no more dog heads appeared from the back seat. The passerby was now in awe, looking at the young woman—

She looked so beautiful and was so lavish in raising dogs! These were clearly purebred dogs, and she had four of them. Wow, she must be from a wealthy family!

You’d need a villa to give them enough space to run around.

He finally let out a sigh of relief, but hesitated to approach the four imposing dogs. After standing there for a while, he reluctantly prepared to leave.

At that moment, the old pickup truck shook slightly again, and the passerby instinctively looked back. This time, a huge dog head emerged from the back seat!

“Holy moly!”

The passerby was stunned.

…

Song Tan paid no attention to the passerby’s shock.

After running around all day and only having a few buns at ten in the morning, she was starving and just wanted to go home quickly.

Just as she turned into the dark doorway, the door to the office labeled “Licensing Office” opened, and a young man stepped out, stretching.

“Goodness gracious!”

Before him was a gigantic dog!

It looked like a tiger from the zoo, with a black nose and mouth, and a coat of light yellow fur. It wore a thick black collar with a brass tag that shook with its muscular movements.

The young man had never seen such a fierce and gigantic dog in his life!

What was even more surprising was that the leash was held by a young girl.

Moreover, she was also holding four other leashes, each attached to a large dog that was banned in the city!

From his experience, he could only identify the Doberman and the German Shepherd.

“Hello.”

In his daze, he heard the girl say, “I’m here to get dog licenses.”

The young man’s gaze flitted between the gigantic dog and the four large dogs, his mind reeling.

“Such big licenses…”

Wait!

His remaining rationality kicked in, maintaining his professional integrity. He blurted out, “No way.”

“These dogs,” he examined them closely, noting that each one was a large breed. “They’re banned in the city.”

Song Tan blinked. “But I’m keeping them in the countryside.”

She shook the leashes a little. “These dogs are for guarding my vegetable garden.”

Does your garden grow peaches or something? Why do you need so many high-quality dogs?

The young man was at a loss. He didn’t have much experience with this, so he hesitated and said, “Wait a moment, I’ll ask my supervisor.”

After another glance at King the Kangal, he turned to go upstairs.

Before going up, he couldn’t help his curiosity and asked, “What kind of dog is that?”

“This one? It’s a Turkish Kangal. His name is King.”

“Turkish…” The young man felt it sounded impressive and hurried upstairs.

The courtyard was quiet; the work seemed leisurely.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came downstairs with him.

Holding a tea cup, he asked leisurely, “What’s this Turkish King trying to get a license for?”

King, hearing his name, let out a low growl.

The supervisor almost tripped and fell down the stairs! “Goodness gracious, this dog is huge!”

The two of them stood hesitantly in the corridor, not daring to approach. After a while, the supervisor said, “Miss, we can issue licenses for the four dogs, but this one…”

He sighed. “We’ve never issued a license for a dog this big.”

Song Tan blinked. “But, sir, I’m raising them in the countryside and just want to comply with city regulations.”

They had many mountains, and rural areas were remote. Many families kept dogs, but no one came to the city to get a license.

Most village dogs didn’t even get vaccinated, let alone licensed.

If this was for a rural dog, it would be the first case!

But their local office didn’t have any quotas or restrictions, so the staff wasn’t under much pressure. Issuing a license for such a big dog…

The supervisor wavered.

Seeing this, Song Tan pressed her advantage: “Don’t worry, this dog can get a license.”

She took out King’s previous license. “This is his license from Huacheng. His previous owner got it for him. Now he’s mine, and I want to get him a license too.”

Wow!

The supervisor flipped through the booklet. “From Huacheng… In that case, it’s doable.”

Their office didn’t care about being the first but preferred having a precedent.

Huacheng was a second-tier city, much more advanced than their small town. If they could issue a license, so could they.

Moreover, Huacheng’s license seemed more formal and thorough, detailing the dog’s breed, height, weight, and even the owner’s household information.

“Alright,” the supervisor said, relieved. “We can issue the licenses. Did you bring photos? If not, go to the nearby photo studio and get them taken. Fill out these forms, and we’ll get it done.”

“Got them.”

Song Tan took the forms, which only required personal information and dog details like breed, age, color, name, and gender.

King the Kangal, Da Bao the Doberman, Er Bao the Cane Corso, San Bao the German Shepherd, and Si Bao the Malinois.

Simple!

When the application forms were submitted, the staff stared at the names, almost believing these dogs were really for guarding a vegetable garden.

—The names were so casual.

…

Meanwhile, in a nearby neighborhood, a middle-aged man opened his door, looked around cautiously, and then let a few peers in.

“Old Sun, what’s going on? We’re here for tea, right?”

Seeing him act so secretively, they became wary. “I’m telling you, with our years of friendship, no shady business, okay?”

Old Sun wore a “you don’t understand” expression. Once everyone was inside, he quickly closed the door and sneakily opened the freezer, digging out a tea canister from under a pile of buns, dumplings, and wontons.

Then, from the canister, he took out a special tea storage bag.

The pitiful amount of tea inside couldn’t be more than a couple of ounces.

The group of middle-aged men fell silent.

Maojian tea can be preserved by refrigeration or freezing for long-term storage, with freezing being the best method.