Little Life on An American Ranch

Chapter 487: Gift

  Chapter 487 Gift

   "Who... oh!"

When he came to the intersection, Jian Heng saw a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the small bar in the town like going to a market. The parking lot that was almost full is now full, not only the parking lot but also the roadside. There are quite a few cars, almost half of which are not local brands at a glance.

  Zhang Jialiang honked the horn, indicating that the car in front would get out of the way, and when he heard Jian Heng's sigh, he casually glanced at the crowd beside him.

   "Is it a sigh? Didn't you think there is such a scene here in Montana?" Zhang Jialiang said happily.

   "It seems that other than bounty hunters are journalists, how come there are some star chasing? It can be regarded as an improvement."

Jian Heng took a rough look, and found that these people were clearly divided into three categories, the most were bounty hunters, because now the bounty hunters who want to make a fortune are probably all in the United States, and the 200,000 wolfhunters The bounty has already driven these people crazy, they came here in droves and dreamed of bringing back the wolf king's dark-eyed head.

  The media reporters also understood very well. During the time Jian Heng left, there were no less than a dozen celebrities, big and small, in the ranch. Although not everyone is famous, there are still a few who can make a move.

For example, the new love affair between the very popular supermodel Blanca and the elf prince has attracted the attention of the American melon eaters. Among other things, Jian Heng flipped through a few leisure magazines at the airport, and half of them contained The lace news is about these two, what is the new love story, how did Blanca get involved in the first few episodes of the reunion between Sister Fruit and the Fairy Prince? Remember the purpose.

  As for the fans, it is not surprising, as long as there are stars, they will naturally be there. What makes Jian Heng strange is that domestic star chasers are usually young girls, and there are old women here.

   "Jialiang, let me ask you"

   "Boss, if you have anything you want to ask, you can just ask." Zhang Jialiang finally got rid of the car in front of him blocking the road. When he missed the car, he deliberately pressed the window and gave the driver of that car a middle finger.

  Zhang Jialiang's departure door immediately attracted the driver's reply, and he jumped up on the side of the road cursing. Zhang Jialiang didn't take it seriously either, and held his **** out of the window for about five or six seconds before retracting it.

"Do you think there are any fans here? It's like the one in China. It seems that there are 50 people who go there, 100 people who call their names, 200 people who cry and call their names, and 250 people who cry and shout while chasing cars! You Say, do we have such fans here?" Jian Heng observed these fans holding different cards in their hands and said.

Hearing that Jian Heng asked this question out of his mind, Zhang Jialiang almost kicked the brakes, finally held back, and glanced at Jian Heng: "I really don't know about this, maybe a little star can, like Those who come to our ranch probably won’t, they probably can’t afford to lose this person, if it’s not embarrassing enough to be shaken up by third-rate tabloids.”

   "That's right!" Jian Heng was really a little bored, but now he remembered this matter.

  The car drove into the gate, Jian Heng pressed down the window, took a breath of the air of his ranch beautifully, and praised: "Even the air in my own home is sweet."

After driving for a while, Jian Heng looked at the grass on the ground and felt something was wrong, so he signaled Zhang Jialiang to stop the car, got out of the car, and took a look at the alfalfa. The pastures that have been moved over look a bit like wheat.

"Why did it grow so fast?" Jian Heng muttered, and then he walked straight forward, walking about a hundred meters, and when he was about fifty meters away from the lake, the space pasture became thinner and thinner, as if It's like it hasn't spread yet.

Just walking like this, Jian Heng found that the closer to the lake within a few dozen meters of the lake, the denser the grass in the space, and the less alfalfa. It disappeared, leaving only space grasses such as rye and a little tall emperor bamboo grass.

Jian Heng walked all the way to the house, his mind was full of doubts, he didn't understand why space pasture grew on the lake side, just as he was thinking about it, he happened to walk under a tree, something fell on Jian Heng's head, and he reached out to touch it. , but Jian Heng was disgusted, what fell on his head was a lump of bird droppings.

Just as he was about to throw his hand away, Jian Heng suddenly discovered that a grass seed had appeared on his hand that was stained with bird feces. Immediately, Jian Heng understood why the space pasture grass was first distributed by the lake. Take the grass seeds with you when you drink water.

  I found out the reason, but the price was not small, with bird droppings on my head, and now is not the time to be happy, so Jian Heng returned home in a hurry, and trotted into the house.

   "Don't, what's the matter later?" Jian Heng saw that Mai Mai was approaching, and immediately raised his hand to stop her.

  Wheat was taken aback by Jian Heng, and watched him get into the room anxiously, saw Zhang Jialiang coming back with a small luggage, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter with him?"

  Zhang Jialiang said with a smile: "The boss has already been welcomed by the birds at home!"

  While speaking, he stretched out his hand and gestured for the movement of the bird **** on Jian Heng's head, making the whole process very dramatic, and amused both barley and wheat.

   "Sister, I'm going back, there's still work to be done today." Zhang Jialiang put Jian Heng's box at the door, and was about to turn around and leave.

  Barley and Wheat nodded, watching Zhang Jialiang go out.

  Balley continued to watch TV, while Xiaomai held Jian Heng's suitcase and stretched out his hand to buckle the combination lock, apparently ready to unlock the combination lock.

Damai didn't notice his younger sister's movements at first, but when he turned around occasionally, he saw Mai Mai holding a box with a dignified expression, and one finger stuffed into his mouth, as if he was thinking about something, so he opened his mouth and asked: "What are you doing?"

   "Are you curious what gift he brought us?" Wheat turned to look at Barley.

  Balley thought for a while and opened his mouth to report three numbers.

  Following what Da Mai said, Xiao Mai entered the three numbers, and as expected, he heard a click, and the lock of the box was unlocked.

  The lock was unlocked, but Maimai's expression was not happy. He looked at Damai and said, "He really likes you a little bit more. Why do you know the password I don't know?"

Damai glared at Mai Mai directly: "Are you out of your mind? These three numbers are birthdays, and the six digits of his password are six digits backwards from our birthday, and three digits are three digits backwards. How dare you even Don't know any of them?"

  Hearing what my sister said, Maimai thought about it for a while, and she was really happy, "So that's how it is!" Said while happily opening the box.

   It’s good to find a twin, with the same birthday, and they can be used for anything, and no one can offend them.

   "Wow, so beautiful!"

As soon as the box was opened, Xiaomai found that the box was full of clothes that she had never seen before. They were not ordinary clothes, but clothes with a strange toga. Feel that kind of thick exotic style rushing to the face.

  When Damai saw the clothes that Mai picked up, he immediately moved over and looked over with his sister.

  The two sisters rummaged through the box, only to find a total of sixteen pieces of clothing, including inner pants and underwear, each of which was two pieces, exactly one piece for each of the two sisters.

  The clothes were bought by Jian Heng in the space, and they can be regarded as ordinary clothes worn by nobles in the space.

The things Jian Heng wants are almost offerings in the space, such as gifts of barley and wheat, which require several weavers who have been working together for more than ten years to weave by hand, and can weave more than one meter in two months. The complexity of weaving is more complicated than that of the emperor's dragon robe in the real world.

Another feature of this clothes is the material. The silkworms raised in the space have been cultivated for thousands of years. The silk they spit out is thin, tough and light, and naturally has different colors. Even if it is washed with starch, there is no saying that it will not fade. .

  Good raw materials are paired with good weavers. If the two sisters don’t like it, then something is wrong.

When Jian Heng came out of the shower, he found that Damai and Wheat had already changed into clothes. The robes worn by the two sisters looked a bit like Hanfu on the back, but they were not too similar. Of course, they were gorgeous. Of course, it goes without saying that the hidden flowers on the plain underwear are pine cranes, and the colorful auspicious clouds on the outer shirt, faintly revealing the zigzag pattern.

"Pretty!"

  Jian Heng stretched out his thumbs and praised the two sisters. Although the two high-nosed foreigners looked a little strange in these clothes, Jian Heng still gave them a good compliment.

The two sisters, Barley and Wheat, also think they are beautiful. They are also from rich and noble backgrounds. How can they say that the McAvoy family has three generations of rich people? You can tell the quality of the clothes and the weaving process. You can tell when you get the clothes. Things are good and bad.

   Now seeing that this dress is not only good-looking, it is like covering the body with an additional layer of skin. It is refreshing, breathable and not sticky, so I immediately fell in love with this dress.

  (end of this chapter)