Early the next morning, Emperor Wu, who was still asleep, heard the cows barking outside, he subconsciously got up and looked out, it was Greg coming, and his car was as noisy as a tractor.

Good quality of sleep last night, it was comfortable to stay in a spacious villa, and the big house is really good.

Greg stood in front of his car in distress.

The road was full of gravel and his antique car was a bit overwhelming.

"Hi Boss, good day. Greg greeted the sleepy-eyed Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had made a mistake.

The Greg in front of him is not at all the sloppy image of yesterday, he has combed his beard, cut his hair, changed into fat denim shorts, and has a denim vest on his upper body, wearing an old-fashioned wide-brimmed hat, which is completely old-fashioned cowboy.

A white-haired old man with a flat head and a beard, and he still smells of old men's perfume.

"Haha, an unexpected surprise. Emperor Wu stepped forward and high-fived him.

Although Greg is a heavy drinker on weekdays, he is still very attractive when he is serious, and he has always taken his work seriously.

In Greg's words, it is the cowboy spirit, brave, persevering, fearless and indomitable.

"Invite my darling!" Greg shouted with a laugh, and pulled out a small shotgun from his vest, about the length of two pistols side by side.

To be exact, it should be called a flintlock pistol, which Greg called a flintlock pistol, which has been with him for more than thirty years, inherited from his father, a family heirloom from a cowboy family.

Greg pulled a sandwich out of the smoking car and munched on it as he gulped on the milk.

He didn't care about his car at all, and planned to throw it on the side of the road or drive it into the garbage dump if it broke down.

He told Emperor Wu that he still had 60,000 Australian dollars in savings, just enough to buy a new car, and it had to be a pickup truck, and the road to the ranch was not something that ordinary cars could handle.

Greg is a casual person, probably because of a person's life, he doesn't care about assets, how much to spend, no more ways to think about it, he really can't be a happy tramp, this kind of free and easy character is more like a cowboy in the American West in the last century.

Uncle Frank arrives later, and he hears from his wife that his old rival Greg has joined the ranch.

After the two met, they first exchanged fists, and then a strong hug.

"After all these years, you still carry this musket. Boss, you know, at the competitive tournament twenty years ago, this guy was so angry that he pulled out his gun and wanted to kill me. Frank smiled and shook his head.

"Haha, Mario, I didn't expect you to be an old man with a grudge. Greg had a lot of strength and pounded on Frank's body.

Smoking all year round makes Frank's body inferior to that of Mr. Alcoholic.

"Boss, you may not know that in Pelican Town, I was a sworn enemy with this old guy, but I would go to the river every weekend to listen to his concert!" "Greg was looking younger than Frank as he munched on his sandwich.

The two were grateful to Emperor Wu for bringing them back together, otherwise the old couple would have met in a bar and would have gotten drunk.

Emperor Wu was also unintentional, he didn't know the relationship between the two before, and he didn't know Greg's experience, he just thought he would be a good cowboy, and now it seems that he made the right bet.

A few minutes later, Patricia arrived with Ms. Sandra, Cheng Zhe was a little later, and Turks was going to help Rachel in South Australia in the morning.

Seeing the green pasture, Sandra was overjoyed and praised the place with her Southeast Asian accent.

Cheng Zhe and Patricia are similar in size, looking like twins from behind, and they are wearing similar clothes today, both short-sleeved T-shirts and jeans.

Cheng Zhe's English has a London accent, very orthodox British English. It was interesting for several people to gossip together, and everyone spoke a language that they could understand with different accents.

Emperor Wu called everyone to the living room of the villa, where the sofa was just enough to sit, fortunately the old owner Fletcher family was a big family, otherwise Greg and Frank would have a friendship dispute over who stood and who sit.

Calling everyone in, nominally for them to introduce themselves and get to know each other. In fact, Emperor Wu wanted to take this opportunity to make himself a packet of cereal and eat two pieces of bread.

He didn't want to be called a "lazy boss" on the first day a new member joined.

Patricia had a stomach upset, and he went out on a date with Lisa last night, and he didn't know what he ate, so Emperor Wu couldn't swallow the first piece of bread for a long time.

Cheng Zhe used to live in a big house, that was when he was very young, when their family was not in decay, he leaned in front of the table and talked about how the room should be arranged.

Emperor Wu pretended not to hear, and the information he got from what he said was that this guy was also a Virgo, and he required the placement of furniture to centimeters.

Sandra is very warm-hearted, she becomes the center of conversation, and the group is very gentlemanly, always patiently listening to Sandra, and then ruthlessly interrupting other men.

Patricia's sullen energy came up, and he voluntarily formed an enemy with Cheng Zhe, because Cheng Zhe always interrupted him.

Later, the gang took pleasure in interrupting others, and then the big men all took pleasure in interrupting others, but they were still very respectful to the lady, and Sandra saw the signs and wanted to join in.

The smell of cereal soaked by Emperor Wu wafted in the living room, and people who did not eat much or were not rich enough for breakfast smelled hungry and asked for more food on the grounds that they were too physical to work.

Emperor Wu had no choice but to make a bag of cereal for each of them and take out a week's rations.

When it was almost half past seven, the room was full of cereal, and everyone was burping. And just like that, the cereal cowboy team is ready to go out grazing.

Today almost all of them are on the move, Sandra can't ride a horse, and the other five need horses, but there are only four horses here, including the racing horse of the sonic cat, which must not be used for herding, it has the privilege of not having to work.

Five men compete for four horses, and the losing one means running and grazing, and it is not fun to move through the herd with a whip. Although these calves do not attack people, it is possible for a thousand cows to run together and hit them coldly.

Emperor Wu, as the boss, accommodated them and gave 7k to the new Cheng Zhe, but he didn't expect Cheng Zhe to be not very good at riding a horse, and he almost flipped down in a few seconds after he went up.

This TM is embarrassing, the ranch he worked on before couldn't afford to raise horses at all, and it was usually herded in the form of shepherd dogs and artificial, and the scale was only 300 cows.

Cheng Zhe laughed awkwardly for ten seconds, and trotted behind with a leather whip.

Greg's ability is undoubted, and he opened the wooden door of the bullpen with a more dashing movement than Emperor Wu. I saw him riding his horse and running over at a high speed, and without even a pause, the deadbolt was pulled off the ground.

Patricia tried to learn, but it turned out to be self-defeating, and the whip was whipped on a calf near the wooden door, but fortunately the strength was not enough, and the calf howled twice and twisted his ass away.