Little Life on An American Ranch

"Can!"

Seeing Jian Heng coming out, Zhao Changshan gave Jian Heng a thumbs up.

But his eyes couldn't help looking at Jian Heng's feet, and found that his feet are now bare, and only a pair of socks are on his feet.

"What can you do? Just hang this thing on that tree for me. Unless it's me, I will give it to whoever comes! If someone snatches it!" Jian Heng just wanted to say to shoot him, and then he remembered the pasture from home. There is no gun at all, and there is a hunting license but no gun. Depressed.

Jian Heng thought for a while, organized his words and said, "Forget it, someone came to ask you to let him find me."

After speaking, Jian Heng untied the rein, and got on the horse on the steps of the gallery.

Just as he was about to leave, he found that Blanca was also on the horse, so he remembered that he had a little tail with him today: "Don't follow me, I'm going to change shoes in the dormitory, why don't you return the horse first, think about it?" Go take a shower and go directly to the restaurant to eat. Brother Zhao, she is special, get her a bowl of rice, and a hard dish, get her two of what you said in the morning!"

After talking about this, without waiting for Zhao Changshan to answer, he hit his horse and ran away alone.

Zhao Changshan looked at Blanca and said, "You are lucky today!"

"What?" Blanca asked curiously while riding on the horse.

Pretty girls are always seductive, Zhao Wei rushed to say: "My uncle has just marinated a dozen pig knuckles, and then the ingredients are prepared. This is the first pot here, and you caught up!"

Unable to understand what a trotter was, Blanca asked aloud.

Of course there is no shortage of people to explain, and now Huang Xiaodong patiently explained to Blanca again.

Zhao Changshan saw this situation, shook his head slightly, and then walked into the house while muttering: The boys live in this place, it's a bit boring!

While murmuring, he raised his head and looked around, and a thought popped into his mind: It is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, but it just lacks women!

Don't mention Zhao Changshan's discordant thoughts.

Jian Heng rode his horse to the front of the house, changed a pair of shoes, and then sent the horse to the stable. When he was about to enter the restaurant for dinner, he met Old Walsh head-on.

The old man saw that Jian Heng started to honk his horn all the way.

Arriving at Jian Heng's side, the car stopped and jumped down impatiently.

"Jin, that rooster of yours has gone to my house and pecked all the roosters in our house so badly that he dare not come home!" The old man immediately started to sue.

"Our rooster?"

After thinking about it for a while, Jian Heng understood who it was, who else could it be except that naked chicken.

It's just that now the chicken with bare buttocks is no longer just the buttocks, and the hair has grown in the place where it was originally bare.

Although it is not yet a perfect big cock, but the appearance has come out, and it is about to be completed into a very handsome rooster.

It's just that since the hair on the buttocks of this handsome bare-boobed chicken has grown, it's a bit like a dragon that doesn't see its head and tail, and disappears from time to time.

Jian Heng couldn't do anything about it, like Daniu, Erhu and Qianlong, he called out in his heart, if he was within a few miles nearby, he could still run over.

Even if Jian Heng shouted in his heart, his throat broke. Although he could feel the connection, he didn't listen to Jian Heng at all.

It belongs to a guy who has no concept of collectivism and is extremely loose. After one or two times, Jian Heng can only let it go.

"Let's shoot like this again next time!" Jian Heng said directly.

As soon as these words came out, Old Walsh's old face blushed unknowingly. The old man was embarrassed to say that he had missed several times. The old man who was always confident in his marksmanship missed this time. It was obviously a matter of certainty in his heart. , but when the gun fired, they all missed.

After one shot, if I tried to shoot again, the chicken got mixed into the flock, and after three or two shots, the chicken disappeared.

Old stubborn people like Old Walsh have a good relationship with Jian Heng. They don't think too much about such things, and their nerves are quite simple.

What's more, a chicken is not a cow. At most, the chicken can be sent to Jian Heng. This is the greatest kindness imaginable for them.

I have to say that Old Walsh, as a pure old beauty, has a special feeling for American things. He doesn't believe that these small Chinese chickens are better than American chickens. In his opinion, they are all chickens. Who? Whoever grows the most meat is better!

Therefore, he didn't want Jian Heng's chickens to go to his own house and change the breed of his own chickens, which would be a degeneration for him.

Of course, this is the old man's inherent thinking. He didn't know that several major chicken breeds in the United States were bred from China's Jiujinhuang, or were crossed.

The old guys are so unreasonably stubborn!

Originally, the old man thought that such a little rooster, if he lost his size and ran to his house, would die miserably in the face of an American rooster that was almost double in size.

So the old man didn't care about it, and the chickens on the pasture didn't have any concept of feeding except in winter, so Old Walsh didn't care about the little cock.

Unexpectedly, one day later, all the roosters in Old Walsh's house suffered disaster, not only the roosters, but even the several male turkeys raised in the family were not spared. Even if the little cock was chased away, the roosters didn't dare to approach the hen, as if they were scared out of their wits.

This is what makes old Walsh most angry!

Of course, it's hard to say how much of the old man's anger is because he couldn't hit a chicken!

Old Walsh looked at the expression on Jian Heng's face and thought to himself: It doesn't look like Gene is laughing at me.

But after thinking about it, this matter must be resolved, so I had to say: "Hurry up and go to my ranch to catch your chickens!"

"Let's not talk about those who can't catch chickens. Now is the time, don't leave, come in and have a drink together." Jian Heng stretched out his hand and pulled Old Walsh into the room.

How could Jian Heng be interested in helping him catch any chickens at this time? Now it is not the same as before. He eats the last meal but does not eat the next meal. Now the world eats the most. What's more, Jian Heng is not sure that he can catch it at all. That ghost thing, of course, is full of wine and food before trying it.

"You can't drink at noon, and there is still a lot of work to do in the afternoon!" Old Walsh said.

Old Walsh is also very busy these days, not only taking care of the cattle at home, but also hiring some guests on the ranch. Even with the temporary addition of two people, he still feels quite strenuous now.

The old man really has no interest in drinking with idlers like Jian Heng.

"Then come in and have something to eat," Jian Heng said.

Old Walsh kept shaking his head: "No, I really don't have the time. I'm going to the city to buy a batch of rock salt soon. By the way, do you have any at home? If not, I'll bring some for you."

Rock salt is a thing that can be guessed as soon as you hear the name, that is, salt forms rocks, but this thing has a lot of impurities, and it is not mined for people to eat, it is specially used for cattle and sheep on pastures Ah, the food is to replenish the salt in the body of cattle and sheep.

The ranch usually throws these things in places like the sink, and the cattle and sheep will lick these things. After forming a habit, it is also conducive to gathering the herds.

"Help me bring some, ten or so yuan, a total of fifty or sixty pounds is enough." Jian Heng thought for a while, and felt that it is better to get some, even if there is something at home, this thing can always be used.

"That's right! I almost forgot the business," Old Walsh said and stopped.

"Is there still business?" Jian Heng asked jokingly with a smile.

Old Walsh nodded seriously: "Are you free in the middle of next month? If you have no special arrangements, spare a few days to help me move the herd. If you are free, please save a file. I don’t necessarily need your help at any time, I just want to say hello first, there are a lot of pastures that will be transferred this year, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to hire people.”

"Is there not enough pasture for the winter?" Jian Heng asked curiously.

Last time, Juan Lynch, a small town veterinarian, mentioned the transition to Jian Heng, and now Old Walsh is also going to transition, so Jian Heng asked.

"You know that here, the pastures here are not inferior to the pastures in the plains. There is little rain in summer today. Your pastures look pretty good because they haven't been grazing. If we don't change our pastures this year, the cost will be higher." That's too high," said Walsh Sr.

What Old Walsh said about Jian Heng also understands, firstly, the terrain here has a lot of ups and downs, and it is in the mountains, not like a plain area. The cost of irrigation and ground infiltration is acceptable, and it costs a lot to do these things here. It is 30% to 40% higher than that of the plains, and large pastures with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of acres cannot bear it, let alone small and medium-sized pastures. Therefore, the pasture area required to raise a cow in the mountain pasture is nearly double that of the plain outside.