In the autumn of mid-November, cattle and sheep are also picky eaters.

The wind blows through the grasslands, and the triangular birch leaves fall as much as they can and gradually pile up on the ground, golden with some red, dotted on the shores of the beautiful Lake Rota, like a landscape painting by Tols-Cole.

The Hailan chickens were looking for something in the dead grass, and a new creature had mixed in with the white flock, and the colorful feathers were particularly eye-catching.

It was the colorful pheasant that was caught, stiffened in the cage, after more than a month, I didn't think about it, but I got acquainted with these Hailan chickens, swaying on the lawn all day long, whoever provoked it would peck a few bites, and now even the troublemaker McDull would stay away when he saw it.

In the villa, the family had breakfast around the dining table, tacitly forgetting what happened half a month ago, and it could be said that they didn't want to mention it.

But the people in the ranch more or less knew something.

Aunt Kelly would bring chicken soup every once in a while, and if it weren't for the colorful pheasant flying, it would be the first to suffer.

And Martinez, the black-faced and small-hearted lad.

will secretly tell Han Xuan about the things in the university, and the cheating methods he learned back then were taught to him without any reservations.

Just in case, he even whispered a lot about how to communicate with his sister, and he was definitely a master of the theoretical school.

Anderson, the winner in life, unknowingly hugged the beauty, he was 26 years old and single, anyway, Han Xuan wouldn't believe it.

There was a knock at the door, Joanna was wearing small pink slippers, ran over, opened the door and looked, there was no one outside.

Turning around and trying to go back, there was a knock on the door again, and when I opened the door and turned my head to look around, there was still no one there.

When the voice sounded for the third time, Joanna immediately opened the door, thinking it was a prank by the fat dings, but she didn't expect to see a little guy with dark circles.

It raised its hand and looked up at Joanna in a daze.

"Little raccoon?" asked the boy, squatting down in front of Joanna with a bowl in his hand.

"Yes, last time John saw them in the birch grove. ”

The little raccoon tightened his body, his hand was still in the air, he shook his wrist, made a knock motion, and turned around to run.

"Are you here to eat?"

When the little raccoons heard the boy's voice, they really stopped, as if they could understand what he meant, and rubbed their hands together in a washing gesture.

It has a smoky makeup like a panda, a tail similar to that of a fat ding, with circle-like rings, a gray body, but a white face, which highlights its dark circles.

"What does the little raccoon like to eat?" the boy asked, looking at the little one.

In his previous life in Huaxia, in order to collect 108 Water Margin hero cards, he ate little raccoon instant noodles for several months, and he was no stranger to this animal.

"It's probably fish, they're a great swimmer. Joanna wasn't sure, so she got up and walked into the house: "I'll go get a fish and try it first, and then bring some fruit." ”

Seeing that Han Xuan was the only one there, the little raccoon sneaked up, with a body length of about 50 centimeters and a hair length of 2 centimeters, and his face looked particularly happy.

Fat Ding climbed up the steps, saw this guy startled, looked back at his tail, and then looked at the raccoon, thinking that he had met his long-lost brother, and pounced on the little raccoon affectionately, and was slapped away.

Joanna returns and puts the fish in front of the raccoon.

The little raccoon stood up on its forelimbs, quickly hugged it and ran to the pool, squatted on the side and scratched the fish with its little paws, and when it was out of scales and dangled in the water, it took it to the side and ate it.

Shortly after it left, Jenny's turtle head floated out of the water, and he opened his mouth and shook his head regrettably, and the meat in his hand flew away again.

"What is it doing?" the boy stared.

"It's supposed to be washing. ”

“…… I know, Joanna, I'm asking why this is happening. ”

"Because their forelimbs are flexible, they can catch fish, shrimp and crabs in the water, and they wash the dirt off their bodies before eating, so they are called raccoons. ”

Old Barton didn't know when he came here, but when he heard their words, he explained: "I often see them when I fish, sometimes the water is dirtier than food, and they have to wash and eat again, and the little raccoons like to be active at night, so they must be hungry to find food." ”

"By the way, is your dad at home?"

"I'm having breakfast, it's over now, I'll take you to him. Xiao Han Xuan said, waved his hand to the raccoon, and was ignored by this foodie, Fat Ding squatted beside it, and at this moment he was even more sure that the little raccoon and himself were relatives.

Otherwise, they would love fish.

……

The Augusta Times newspaper wrote that the coal-fired power station, which was originally intended to be built in the town of Lethbridge, had now been moved to the town of Regina.

Father Han closed the newspaper and nodded, some time ago, the mayor of the Great Waterfall called him and told him about it in advance.

Milk processing plants and pastures create around 500 jobs in Augusta.

Coupled with the old man's SOS company, the number of employees in Montana is thousands, and his status has also improved, otherwise Adams would not be so polite.

As for the new site of the thermal power plant, let the people of eastern Montana and North Dakota have a headache.

"You're here. Father Han walked to the table with a smile, poured a cup of coffee for the old cowboy and handed it over: "No milk or sugar." ”

"Thank you. Barton took a sip and drank it all, went to the kitchen to clean it, and put it back on the table: "It's not just me, it's the Englishman." ”

Han Xuan opened his mouth and asked, "Albert, what is he doing here?" ”

"It's not those cows and sheep, I'm afraid that they are counting the time at home all day, and their noses are really smarter than dogs. ”

The boy understood that Albert's business had grown bigger and bigger in the past two years, and in addition to selling some seedlings, he also began to engage in the adult cattle business, and the main meat was produced in the snow-capped mountain pasture, so it was no wonder that his father would laugh at him.

Now there are more than 17,000 cattle and more than 20,000 sheep in the pasture, counting the wheat fields and vegetable gardens, each cow covers an average area of 4.4 acres.

In addition to the 1,000 or so Tajima cows that will not be sold, there are also more than 2,000 Holstein cows, and Simmental cattle have about 4,500, leaving half of them milked, and the rest can be sold, and the old cattle will also be sold to add new blood to the pasture.

Angus cattle have been raised for more than a year, about 500 kilograms before fattening, and after a three-month fattening period, they can grow a little five to two kilograms per day. When slaughtered, the bull can weigh more than 700 kilograms, and the cow is smaller, only more than 500.

In addition, there are some calves that have not had time to fatten, and there are about 9,000 calves that can be sold this time, leaving 1,000 for the old man SOS company, and the other 8,000 need to be sold, and the taste of the old beef will deteriorate.

"Where's Albert?" Father Han felt that they could indeed be slaughtered, and besides, they had been cooperating for many years, as long as the price was right, it was okay to give it to him.

Old Barton pointed in the direction of the cattle pen: "Look at the cows, as soon as I get out of the car, I will pull old John and run there, I can't catch up, so I will come here." ”

"Let's see?" asked the boy as he spread his hand.

"The British God of Wealth is here, let's go, wait for me to change my clothes. ”

"By the way, the boss, he also brought someone over. ”

"Who?"

Old Barton thought for a moment and continued, "It seems to be the manager of Broken-B, Justin. ”

"Yo, the American God of Wealth is here, too!"