Wild larks in the pine trees are chirping.

The grass is slightly undulating, and there are many small yellow flowers blooming in the middle.

This is how the hard-working gardener survives by stopping the lawn mower and turning back to trim the blades of grass with scissors.

The building sits on top of a small mound and is a rugged, yet exceptionally clever Gothic building.

The pointed roof, with its arched doors and windows, and yellowish walls and colorful glass, show a mysterious power, but unfortunately it is only about 200 square meters in size, and this attraction has diminished a lot.

The bishop was speaking on the stage, and as for what he said, Han Xuan didn't know, he was already asleep. Guo's mother widened her eyes, as if she was listening to a book from heaven, and when she saw that her son was almost crooked, she reached out and leaned him against her.

Aunt Kelly next to her listened with relish, seemed to feel reasonable, and nodded seriously and echoed the bishop.

She is a Protestant, and she only needs to pray at home or in meetings on weekdays, but this time she came to Augusta to buy something, so she stopped by.

There were not many people sitting below, in their twenties, and the frescoes on the walls imitating the Sistine Chapel looked a little shoddy.

The bishop noticed Aunt Kelly's gaze, nodded and smiled slightly, and when his eyes caught a glimpse of her, he was stunned for a moment, clenched his hands into fists, and coughed twice in his mouth.

The echo in the empty church was loud, and as soon as the boy opened his eyes, his head was still confused, he heard the bishop's old German accent: "Chinese boy in the second row, do you believe in the Lord?"

Guo's mother was shocked, afraid that her son would say something inappropriate, so she looked down and saw Han Xuan speak: "I respect God and his old man." ”

Hearing his answer, the old sect leader grinned: "What a clever boy, whether you believe him or not, the Lord will be willing to protect you, boy." ”

"Alright, that's all for today, there's a dinner party next Sunday, and you can come here at ten o'clock. ”

There was a discussion below, and Han Xuan was led out by his mother, turning back and smiling at the old bishop.

It's already July, it's close to noon, and the temperature in the twenties is a little hot.

When the light became brighter after leaving the church, the boy stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, followed his mother into the car, and drove west.

After driving for more than ten minutes to reach the edge of the pasture, the alfalfa has withered, and the branches and leaves, which are about one meter high, have produced small round fruits.

A few days ago, Albert had sent another batch of calves, about six thousand, in a simple barn, and today they began to graze. Cattle of all breeds were mixed, and some ran into the depths of the alfalfa grass, with only their heads exposed, and they seemed very satisfied with the food here, and walked on the grassland with their tails wagging.

Thousands of Holstein cows have just been milked and are busy replenishing their nutrients.

The milk they produce is sent to the newly built processing plant in the town of Augst, where it is transported by SOS trucks to various places and sold as a premium brand in convenience stores.

Now that the organic food market is emerging, it is 40% more expensive than regular milk, and the tender alfalfa has turned into white milk overnight, and anyone can compare the value of the two, which is really a cash maker.

The lavender on the roadside is beginning to wither, and the dazzling purple of the past has turned into a deep purple, and after a while it will be harvested, and people will come to buy it as an essential oil and sachet.

Fat Ding walked elegantly, if he wasn't dragged down by his bloated figure, he would definitely be a noble appearance.

The little donkey turned around a little unpleasantly, and a parrot was standing on its back, shaking it off vigorously and standing back in a few minutes. In the end, he simply ignored it, and sulked on the grass, cursing this guy who had been making trouble twice in three days.

There is a fat white alpaca, cut into bangs by Martinez, which dominates the many three-seven and mid-range styles, and is deeply envied by other grass and mud horses, which makes it feel like a star, and is raising its head and pacing proudly.

Hearing the muffled sound of a car engine on the road, the alpacas turned their heads neatly and looked over there as if they were in a military parade, slowly twisting their necks to salute as the vehicle moved.

As a bird, BBQ has an innate talent, for example, it can see far, and before the two little ones even notice, it flutters its wings and flies towards the car.

The posture was beautiful, and the color was beautiful, but unfortunately it didn't know that there was such a thing as glass, and the boy stared at it, and hit it directly against the window, and fell headlong in the grass.

Aunt Kelly hurriedly braked and stammered, "Madam, I—Did I just hit something?"

"It's all right, it's only fifteen yards, and lo and behold, the parrot is up again. After Xiao Han Xuan finished speaking, he opened the window and beckoned to the bird, BBQ happily jumped on the edge of the window, and it was enough to stand down with his head sideways, it was too big.

Not far away, two fat men also saw the master, the little donkey stood up and just wanted to run, a little guy grabbed its long hair and quickly climbed onto the donkey's back, holding it in a large font, and took a free taxi.

Guo's mother opened the door with a smile, waited for them to get into the car, looked back at the back, and felt like there were three babies at home, and when they saw BBQ, they also followed, and now there are four, as for Jenny Turtle, it is too old and can only be regarded as an elder.

It rained some time ago, weeds in the yard grew back, Han Qianshan was mowing the lawn, the surrounding fence was painted white, the new house had just begun to be renovated, and the family still needed to live here for a while.

Seeing his son and them coming back, Father Han took off his gloves and walked over, helped them carry the ingredients they bought, looked at his son and asked, "Why haven't they come yet?"

"Didn't Albert say it would be afternoon, he had already arrived in Montana from Los Angeles, and he should be here soon. Xiao Han Xuan spread out his hand and spoke, bent down and walked to the house with the fat ding, BBQ followed him, and staggered to follow.

After a simple lunch, the boy was lying on the sofa watching TV, his mother was washing the dishes, and the father was holding a blanket and planning to go outside to take a nap in the rocking chair.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook a little, Han Xuan raised his head, listened attentively, and hurriedly sat up straight: "Dad, it seems that a car is coming!"

"Really?"

Han Qianshan threw the blanket on the sofa, raised his legs and ran out.

The blanket just covered the boy's head, and Xiao Han Xuan took it away angrily, put on his shoes and chased him out.

Not far away, the convoy drove over, more than a dozen black trucks, the road was not wide enough, almost pressed against the lavender next to them, and the wide wheels left deep ruts on the ground.

Han's father disliked his son's short legs, hugged him on his shoulders, and ran to the side of the road.

Thinking of the way his father looked at him just now, Xiao Han Xuan opened his mouth and bit his shoulder in retaliation.

"Ah, little cub, you're a pig, not a dog!"

The boy did not answer his father's words, his eyes were already drawn to the cows in front of him.

The British businessman Albert has had a lot of vicissitudes, his beautiful beard in the past has not been taken care of, and there is a dark circle under his eyes.

Seeing the father and son coming, Albert said: "Han, I've done it for you, those damn customs and quarantine bureaus, it's really not easy to earn this money." ”

Han Qianshan laughed, put down his son and hugged him, and said, "I won't treat you badly, Mr. Albert, I will look for you again in the future if I need to." ”

"Don't, I'm going to retire and I'm going to Hawaii, to the Maldives, to France, I'm going to travel the world. Albert took off his hat, reached out and rubbed his messy hair, and sat on the floor muttering.

Seeing that the father and son kept looking at the cows, the old merchant waved his hand: "You go and see them first, I didn't dare to drive fast all the way, and I don't know if I was injured, so I'll rest here." ”

After saying that, he lay down on the grass and covered his face with his hat, it seemed that he was really tired during this time.

Old Patton arrived with more than a dozen cowboys to help, laid planks on the back of the truck, and drove them down.

They are all black Tajima cows, with thick necks, small horns on their heads, more developed forelimbs than their backs, and longer hair than other cows.

The boy walked around the herd and found that they were in good health, but they looked a little tired after a long journey.

Seeing the grass under their feet, they were eating listlessly, and even the dried lavender by the roadside was plagued by them, and when they had almost eaten it, the cowboys drove the cows to the newly built cowshed.

Old Barton came to Han Qianshan, lowered his head and flipped through the small notebook, and said: "Boss, there are a total of 25 bulls here, 195 cows, the oldest is eight years old, they are all young, just the age of childbirth, as a breeding cow is very good." ”

"What are you going to do in the future, do you want to raise them with other cows?"

Father Han didn't think about this question, and touched his chin to look at the old cowboy: "Barton, what do you think?"

"It's better to give them separate patches of grass, so that the bloodline doesn't degenerate. Old Barton closed his notebook, thought for a moment, raised his head, and said, "But horses and cows are too expensive, and some experienced cowboys must be arranged to take care of them." ”

"Then do it, Barton. After Han Qianshan finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, turned his head to the boy and said, "You go and ask Uncle Albert, why didn't that Japanese man come." ”

Han Xuan nodded, the poor old merchant was woken up as soon as he fell asleep, and led the boy with a wry smile: "I'll go tell your father, is that McDull?

"Yes, McDull is only six months old. ”

"You're going to be a great rancher in the future. ”

Dusting off his hat and putting it on his head, Albert turned his head to Father Han and said: Mr. Takeda Masao was expelled from the Japan Wagyu Cattle Association and is busy dealing with this matter, and the balance only needs to be transferred to his account in Citibank. ”

"Expelled, why is this happening?" the boy looked up at the old businessman.

"It's not because of the cows. ”

……

But the horses and cattle were resting in their own rooms, and after a busy afternoon, they were all settled.

The boy was held in his father's arms, next to the pale pink sunset, and the figure was stretched long on the ground and imprinted on the grass next to him.

The father asked the boy, "Is it really profitable to raise these cows?" "Of course, they are gold mines that can go." "Then take care of it, by the way, son, what did little Anya write to you?"

"I asked her to come to Montana to play with me. ”

"And then?"

"Madame Cecilia doesn't seem to allow her to do that. ”

"Son, it looks like we're going to New York. ”

“…… Huh?"