Social development is particularly less pronounced in the small town of Brookings.

While San Francisco residents are struggling for a small apartment, they can easily buy a log cabin with a yard of one or two hundred square meters, and the women are free to spend their time in their gardens.

The pace of life of the locals is quite comfortable, and low prices also bring low desires, because there is nothing to do, there are not too many worries, and the little things can be known to everyone.

After winning the lottery, Ronald Cleveland is one of the "ten richest people" in the town, almost ranking fifth, and people are envious and jealous, and they used to use the most vicious words to describe him, trying to break the imbalance in their hearts.

Now, the Cleveland Ranch has quietly changed hands, and after the news spread, people began to envy the lucky Zhang family father and son.

Not yet established here, and working on the ranch are from the next town, don't expect much enthusiasm from the cautious countrymen.

When eating at a music restaurant in the evening, Zhang Xiaokai heard the person at the next table arranging his father, saying that the old man might have been killed, and most of the poisoners were Daddy Zhang.

I was so angry that I rolled my eyes.

Well, with the old man's usual reputation for picking doors, it seems unlikely that he would give a ranch to anyone for nothing.

I didn't bother to deal with these people, and I didn't think about having a good relationship with the residents of the town, some local families have lived here for generations, and they have known each other since childhood, Zhang Xiaokai and his father are foreigners from the big city, and it is not easy to win favor.

There are many people with broken mouths, and there are also good-tempered people, because they often order food from this restaurant, and the owner of the music restaurant personally sent two large pots of craft beer.

More than 20 people sit around the large table, which is made up of four small tables and is piled up with all kinds of snacks, mainly for drinking.

Influenced by the rhythm of life on the ranch, Kenny, Hank and others used to dislike drinking, but now they have become accustomed to drinking beer in large glasses, one glass after another, and their movements are bold.

There are two middle-aged singers on stage, just making ends meet, and even the popular "Hotel California" can sing out of tune, "California" has become "Gariforni", but they are still singing quite devotedly, so people don't know what to say.

Zhang Xiaokai can't drink, after eating and drinking, he sat there peeling peanuts and listening to songs, Daddy Zhang, who didn't drink much at the party yesterday, is probably going to drink too much today.

A group of people was noisy and noisy, and there were too many people, and even if the people at the other tables complained, they didn't dare to say it in their hearts at the moment.

As time passed, one collapsed one after the other, until Hank drank the unspeakable vomit that filled the table, and the party finally ended by force......

Only Zhang Xiaokai is still awake, and many people probably won't be able to go back tonight.

Calmly communicated with the restaurant owner, and after settling the bill and paying the tip, I asked him to help find someone and drive them back to the ranch.

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Nothing happened overnight.

I woke up at six o'clock the next day, and I hadn't adapted to the holiday, thinking I was in the dormitory.

After washing up and making breakfast, I took the time to feed the fat cat and the fat bear, then lit the firewood in the fireplace and sat on the sofa and played with my phone.

The 3G signal in San Francisco is quite good, but it is much worse when it comes to Brookings, and the connection drops from time to time while playing a game, which makes Zhang Xiaokai desperate, although the mobile phone is good, it must also have network support.

Over there in the staff dormitory.

When most employees wake up, they pack up and rush home, and the holiday extends until the first of next year, and those who are willing to stay will not receive three times their salary, only twice as much as usual.

Even so, it was enough to satisfy them, and little and old Patrick set up their home in the pasture, and had nowhere to go anyway, and fed dozens of cows early in the morning.

The pasture in the pasture grows amazingly, in addition to keeping it, but also sold some, but unfortunately there are few buyers, no one is willing to pay high freight except for the surrounding pastures, in recent years, the farm ranch business is sluggish, and the subsidy is declining, all of which can be saved.

Strictly speaking, many people prefer to sell their ancestral land, preferring to put their money in the stock market and eat dividends, which may be more than a year of hard work in the pasture.

If it weren't for the miraculous changes in the Cleveland ranch, which could attract fish and raise top cattle and sheep, Daddy Zhang would probably have gone bankrupt if he had both a salary increase and a bonus.

Someone was in the music bar last night and heard that someone here had been rewarded with tens of thousands of dollars, and the news immediately reached the ears of the neighbor old Gold on the north side of the Cleveland ranch.

In the past, the employees under his hands earned more than their peers around them, but now they have been thrown away, and there is a pimple in their hearts, and the team is not easy to bring, and several people under his hands have also discussed that they want to jump ship to the Cleveland Ranch, which happened to be heard by old Mr. Gold, and he sulked for several days.

The Gold Ranch to the north has been around for more than 100 years, and during this time two ranches have been annexed, covering more than 5,900 acres larger than the Cleveland Ranch.

In addition, more than 1,000 acres of usufruct land were usufruct-only, and the proportion of usable land that was signed for a ninety-nine-year lease in the seventies was even larger, unlike the ranch under Zhang Xiaokai's name, where one-third of it was uncut redwood forests.

This year, Old Gold actually made quite a good profit, but compared with the Cleveland Ranch that was favored by Wal-Mart's buyers, the profit was simply unreachable, and he had learned that Daddy Zhang and Wal-Mart had signed a purchase agreement, and the price of an adult cow was as high as six or seven thousand dollars.

The first reaction was that the purchaser at Walmart must have gone crazy.

Old Gold didn't think that a cow could be sold for so much money, and their family had raised cattle for hundreds of years, so they didn't know how much beef was worth?

It was difficult to sleep and eat for several days, until today, the old man finally drove over and brought gifts to visit.

A classic Rolls-Royce car, fairly well maintained, with black paint that refracts light in the sun.

Dressed in a brown coat with stripes, the elder Mr. Gold, who had just turned sixty years old, turned up the corners of his mouth when he saw Zhang Xiaokai, and asked him, "Is your father there?" I happened to pass by with a barrel of old wine made eight years ago. ”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Gold, I met you a few times with my grandfather in the town tavern. ”

Zhang Xiaokai thought that he had something to do with his father, so after taking the small oak barrel, he invited the other party to come in and sit, and helped make a cup of black tea, telling the neighbor that his father drank too much wine last night, and it was estimated that he would not wake up until a while.

Mr. Gold said that it was okay, and he had nothing to talk about with Zhang Xiaokai, so his heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "I heard from others that the quality of the beef raised here this year is very, very good, is there any secret, as far as I know, the suppliers of calves are the same as our ranch, they do not raise crossbred Wagyu cattle or purebred Wagyu cattle, why is there such a big difference in beef quality?"

It was clear that he was bullying Zhang Xiaokai when he was young, and he wanted to get words out of his mouth, compared to Daddy Zhang, Mr. Gold felt that the little guy in front of him was easier to deal with, and he looked quite kind when he asked.

The image of the golden bird came to mind, Zhang Xiaokai knew the reason, how could he be stupid enough to say it.

Pretending to be stupid, with doubts on his face, he asked rhetorically:

"Isn't that good? My father and I are both raising cattle for the first time, and we don't know exactly what happened, and I don't think my father either.

Maybe the feed is more suitable, the cowboys are novices, and they can add it casually when fattening with grains, maybe it will be easier for the cattle to become stronger, listen to songs occasionally, and rest in the pasture, mostly because they are in a good mood......"