Chapter 110 The Neighbor's Trouble

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   Zhao Changshan saw Jian Heng coming out, and 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 one from home. No guns at all on the ranch, empty hunting license but no guns, depressing.

   Jian Heng thought for a while, organized his words and said: "Forget it, someone is here 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 brought a little tail with him today: "Don't follow me, I'll go back to the dormitory to change my shoes, you should return the horse first, If you want to take a shower, go there quickly, and then just come directly to the restaurant to eat. Brother Zhao, she is special, get her a bowl of rice, and then a hard dish, get her two as 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?" Branca asked curiously on the horse.

  Beautiful girls are always attractive, Zhao Wei rushed to say: "My uncle just marinated a dozen or so pig's knuckles, and then prepared the ingredients. This is the first pot here, and you caught up!"

   Didn't understand what a trotter was, so Blanca asked aloud.

  Of course there is no shortage of people to explain, so Huang Xiaodong patiently explained it 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, went back to the house to change a pair of shoes, and then sent the horse back to the stable. When he was waiting 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, and when he got to Jian Heng's side, he couldn't wait to jump down when the car stopped.

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

   "Our rooster?"

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

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

  Although it is not yet a perfect big rooster, it has already come out, and it is about to be a very handsome rooster.

  It's just that since the hair on the buttocks of this handsome naked chicken has grown, it's a bit of a dragon's stance, and it disappears from time to time.

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

   Jian Heng shouted in his heart, even though he could feel the connection, but he didn't listen to Jian Heng at all.

  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 next time!" Jian Heng directly dropped a sentence.

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 you want to shoot again, the chicken will get mixed into the flock, and then the chicken will disappear after three or two shots.

  Old stubborn people like Old Walsh have a good relationship with Jian Heng. They don’t think too much about things like this. Their nerves are quite simple.

  Besides, a chicken is not a cow. At best, 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!

  So 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 small rooster would die miserably if he ran to his house with a bigger body and faced 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 **** was chased away, the roosters didn't dare to approach the hen, as if they were scared out of their wits.

   This is what made Old Wash the 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. The time has come. 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.

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

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

  The old man is really not interested 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 will do." Jian Heng thought for a while, and felt that it is better to get some, even if there is one 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.

  The town veterinarian Juan Lynch mentioned the transition to Jian Heng last time, 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.

  (end of this chapter)