While walking, I corrected the pronunciation of the two sisters. When I arrived, barley and wheat could almost correctly issue the word black beans.

"Boss, have you bought it all?"

Zhang Jialiang, who was riding on the railing, saw Jian Heng coming over, immediately got off the railing and asked excitedly.

"Didn't you talk about twelve horses? Why is it just that little bit now?" Zhao Changshan asked carefully, looking at Jian Heng.

Jian Heng waved his hand and sighed: "Oh, don't mention it. I don't know where the fool came from. It seems that he is just going against me! It seems that this horse doesn't have money, regardless of whether the price is reasonable or not, he keeps hugging his arms!"

When Zhang Jialiang and Zhao Changshan looked at each other after hearing Jian Heng say this, the expression on his face became a little unnatural.

"What's wrong?" Jian Heng asked.

Zhao Changshan said: "We seem to know a little about the ins and outs of this matter!"

"Hmm? You know you won't tell me." Jian Heng frowned, feeling that these two people were delaying their troubles.

Zhang Jialiang said repeatedly: "We knew about it when we were chatting just now. I didn't expect that you didn't buy it all. I went to pee and met an Asian-looking person. I opened my mouth and asked him if he was a Chinese. When he heard it, he nodded immediately, and then we started chatting, from the toilet to this place."

Jian Heng heard this and said, "The key point is that what is the toilet that is not a toilet?"

"The key point is that they are horse dealers from China and are preparing to buy a group of horses into China," said Zhao Changshan.

Without thinking, Jian Heng asked the key point: "What quality of these horses can be sold in China? I bought such horses with a dozen round trip shipping costs! Where can they make money?"

Zhang Jialiang said: "They are some people's ways. Anyway, the horses are all considered tall and tall when transported to China. At that time, the price will be increased by some English certificates. At least the price will be about 100,000 yuan. Even if you don't get the certificate and sell it to the horse farm, tourists can earn dozens or more than domestic horses for an hour, and the cost of one hundred yuan is more than domestic horses..."

"Damn!" Jian Heng understood as soon as he heard it. He was unlucky and had met a domestic brutal businessman to collect goods.

Thinking of this, I felt a little bit of a question: "Why did they come here? Isn't California closer?"

"The price of horses in California has increased. They are more likely to pick horses from here to transport them to China than from California!" Zhao Changshan said.

Jian Heng said helplessly: "Hey, it turns out that Chinese people are expensive to buy whatever they buy!"

"What should we do now?"

Jian Heng looked at Zhang Jialiang: "Cool! That's all here today, let's see how it's going on here. If it's OK, let's rent a car to transport cattle and sheep back!"

"It's almost done," Zhao Changshan said: "The old veterinarian is now verifying the situation of the cattle and horse with the staff. By the way, why did you suddenly remember to buy sheep?"

"It's winter soon. When we are free, we can set up a mutton pot and make two taels of wine to make such a sausage. How beautiful is that little life?" Jian Heng said.

Zhang Jialiang blinked his eyes when he heard this: "Brother, you have changed. I felt uncomfortable if I had nothing to do in the past. Now most of them have planned this?"

"That was the money in the past. After eating the last meal, there was no meal. Of course, I had to keep thinking about making money, because I didn't make money today and I would have to be hungry tomorrow. Now it's different. Brother, I don't feel panic in my hands. I should enjoy it. There is no chaos in my ears, no labor of a calf, and this is what life is called life," Jian Heng said with a smile.

For Jian Heng, his life has just begun, and of course, he has been busy with life for many years. Whether he makes money or not, his spirit is tight.

Now that Jian Heng has such a situation, he naturally has to live a relaxed and happy life. Why is he busy in his life? Isn’t he just a good life?

Zhang Jialiang said something unsuitable at this time: "Boss, if you can recite the entire "Inscription on the Humble Room", I will only be convinced by you."

"Don't talk to me first, I'll let you know how the cowboys work tomorrow." Jian Heng looked at Zhang Jialiang and smiled maliciously.

Jane Heng smiled and felt a little furious in her heart. Zhang Jialiang said stubbornly: "Isn't it just about working? How difficult can it be?"

When the McAvoy sisters heard this, they couldn't help laughing. The two sisters who grew up on the farm naturally knew that the work on the ranch was not easy to do.

Even though I knew, the two sisters did not explain in detail to Zhang Jialiang that if this was not something that was said, they would have to experience it themselves.

"Let's go and have a look," Jian Heng said, lifting his foot and turning it over from the railing into the fence. If a cow blocks him, he can reach out and pat him, and go directly to the direction of Old Lynch.

Now Lynch is discussing the health of the livestock with the quarantine staff at the filming and the ranchers who came to deliver the food.

Seeing Jian Heng coming, Old Lynch reached out and said hello, and then continued to do his own work.

Jian Heng did not disturb them from the talk, but stood by and waited for them to finish the talk, and took a look at his gains today.

There were all the cattle and some sheep, and the only thing that didn’t buy enough was the horse, but it was enough for now. There were only seven people who could learn from the pastures. It was impossible for everyone to ride horses at the same time and could still even come over.

"Jialiang, pick a horse, and this horse will be yours in the future," said Jian Heng.

Zhang Jialiang was overjoyed when he heard this: "Really?"

Jian Heng nodded: "Don't be happy first. In the future, you will spend at least one or two hours a day on the back of a horse. Just don't cry at that time. It's not just a horse, but you'll pick a suitable saddle for you later. It's necessary to be a real cowboy."

"See or not, see or not, this is the treatment." Zhang Jialiang proudly said to Zhao Changshan.

Seeing his happy look, Jian Heng couldn't help but smile.

Zhao Changshan asked Jian Heng: "He did this job alone?"

"I took it with me at first, but for a week at most, he had to do it himself."

Speaking of this, Jian Heng suddenly remembered that there were no cattle dogs on his ranch, and he couldn't help but scratch his head a little. Horses and cows are easy to find, but this cattle dog is not easy to find, and no one can sell this thing. The old rancher's behavior is too important. The cattle dog can only be raised and trained by himself.

When he thought of this, Jian Heng couldn't help but hate the vampires in the bank again.

Zhao Changshan made a suggestion at this time: "I said Xiao Jian, we should raise some chickens and pigs, it doesn't matter anyway. I won't talk about chickens, a handful of millet, as for pigs, since there are so many people here to eat, there will always be leftovers and vegetables, and it's time to feed the pigs."

"Let's wait for these things. The chickens and pigs here are not delicious. When I get some local chickens and black soil pigs, they will be free from stockings at that time," said Jian Heng.

Jian Heng has long considered this issue. Pigs, chickens, and gooses in the United States don’t taste the right taste. After many generations of cultivation and hybridization, the meat production is large, but the taste of the meat is really not satisfactory. Jian Heng is willing to eat this thing. Anyway, he has room to hand, so he will go back to China tomorrow and get some chicken, duck, fish, etc.

"Let's go directly to New York to get it!" Zhao Changshan said lightly.

Jian Heng asked in surprise: "Is this thing available in New York?"

Zhao Changshan looked at Jian Heng as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child: "You don't think you thought of this? When I came, there were Chinese family ranches in the countryside of New York. Let's not talk about local chickens, let alone local chickens. Let me tell you this. The most famous local chickens are all, such as guinea fowl, ephedra chicken, and bearded chicken."

When Jian Heng heard this, he scratched his head: "Then do you think we are good at raising that kind of chicken?"

In Jian Heng's mind, he was called a local chicken, but he didn't expect there were so many varieties.

"How about this, I might as well go back to New York, pick some suitable chickens and eggs, and then get a few black soil pigs and other things back. What do you think?" Zhao Changshan asked.

When Jian Heng heard this, he asked again: "Don't cross the breed, right?"

"Don't worry, this thing is definitely the same as the domestic one." Zhao Changshan joked: "They pay more attention to purebred protection than you. They offer famous Chinese restaurants in New York. They don't even want the restaurants if the taste is not right."

"Okay, that's fine, it saves me trouble." Jian Heng nodded repeatedly. He was originally going home to get some local chickens and pigs from his hometown, but he didn't expect that Zhao Changshan would solve it all at once.

"The Chinese pigs and chicken taste good? I don't believe it. Since the taste is good, why didn't it spread?" Xiaomai was a little dissatisfied when he heard several people say that American pigs and chickens were not delicious, and he immediately became a little dissatisfied and fought to justify the reputation of American pigs and chickens.

Zhao Changshan smiled and said, "Let's not argue, it will take only a few days to do it. Then I will bring the chicken to you and you will know if our words are true."

Jian Heng also smiled. Americans either fried or roasted chicken. They were covered with a thick layer of marinade. How much of the original flavor of chicken can the thing taste?

I remember the first time Jian Heng came to the United States, eating the roasted turkey legs. It was the thing that was full of one piece. After biting it, Jian Heng felt that it was like eating wood and it was so unpalatable. However, Jian Heng had no money in his pocket at that time, so he couldn't bear to throw it away. He forced himself to eat the turkey legs. When he thinks about it, the smell still smells in Jian Heng's stomach.

The few people here were talking, and the matter between Old Lynch came to an end. He turned around and walked towards Jian Heng with a stack of paper in his hand.

"No big problem, you have to wait to go back to get out of the detailed inspection..." Old Lynch handed the paper in his hand to Jian Heng, and began to explain Jian Heng roughly one by one.

Some of Jian Heng couldn't understand this thing. Although he had worked in the ranch for several years, the veterinarian was relatively professional. There was no problem with cowboys who were minor illnesses and disasters of animals. If you were a little more professional, you would be blind.

"Yeah, yeah!" Jian Heng nodded from time to time, indicating that he understood Old Lynch's words.

After almost five minutes, Lynch explained his work results to his employer, and even half of his work was completed.

There was no problem, so the rest was to pay the bill. Jian Heng walked to the delivery place at the auction venue, took the documents and took out the checkbook and wrote the check.

The staff checked the check and started delivery. The rest of the matter had nothing to do with Jian Heng. As for the tax officer next to him, it had nothing to do with Jian Heng. It was different from China. Both the seller and buyer of the same thing were enough to pay tax. Unlike in China, the seller had to pay tax, and the buyer had to pay tax.

The things were delivered quickly, Jian Heng returned to the fence and began to make an appointment to transport the ox carts, preparing to transport all the cattle back to the ranch.

Who knows that something went wrong in this link: there is no car!

Jian Heng frowned, helpless and didn't know what to say.

All the larger transport vehicles were packaged, so there was no need to ask in detail. Jian Heng guessed who had packaged the car. Now the only thing left here is the small car.

But Jian Heng couldn't hire a small car. There were dozens of cattle, horses, and sheep, and a small car, which looked like four or five cows. How many small car does it take? It's not economically cost-effective. It's said that labor in the United States is expensive. If it is transported back like this, it will almost cost a little to buy a livestock.

Just as Jian Heng was grieving, Zhang Jialiang walked back and shook his head without saying a word. The meaning was very obvious, and the long trailer on the west side was not available.

Damai asked Jian Heng at this time, "How are you driving a cow?"

"I have no problem. Even the key is that I am the only one who is a god," said Jian Heng.

"We can, let's try it out for the three of us," said Damai.

"You?" Jian Heng was a little suspicious.

Wheat replied: "We drove past the cattle, but we were not too experienced."

Old Lynch said at this time: "Add me one, I can help too."

There is no other way to think about it now, Jian Heng had to nodded: "That's it! Brother Zhao, please watch here, let's go to the store and buy some horse harnesses."

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