In the snow-capped mountain pastures, the grass was watered by the spring rain, and suddenly it rose a lot higher overnight.

Angus cattle are scattered all over the corner, eating alfalfa grass, and there are some newborn calves in the middle.

Cows occasionally regurgitate and let the calves drink their own milk, wanting to take advantage of this good time to quickly recover the fat they lost in winter, and the Angus cow that does not want to become strong is not a good cow.

Old cowboy Barton, riding on a brown and white American flower horse, ran towards the father and son walking leisurely on the prairie. When he approached, he patted the horse's neck lightly and grabbed the reins in his hand, and the horse quickly stopped, and got off the horse with a rollover, very skillfully.

Even though he is nearly 60 years old, his movements are still vigorous.

"Good morning, owner, what a pleasant weather, isn't it. ”

After Old Barton finished speaking, he came over and bent down to rub Han Baobao's white face, picked him up, and put him on horseback.

This is a mild-mannered mare, not afraid of danger, and if the stallion had not been castrated, he would never dare to do so.

Han Xuan was too lazy to make any moves, and was very obedient and at his mercy.

"As long as it's not like when I was a kid and I can play Ding Ding when I wear open crotch pants, it's easy to say anything else, anyway, children have no human rights, old man, you can be happy. Han Baobao muttered.

It was not the first time he had ridden a horse, and the little figure sat on the horse's back, grabbed the edge of the saddle with his left hand to keep himself from falling, and patted the horse on the neck in a strange way.

Hua Ma thought that the owner wanted it to move around, but as soon as he raised his leg, he was grabbed by the reins by Old Barton, obviously not the first time Han Xuan had done this.

"Sit down, little one," laughed old Barton.

Turning his head to Father Han, he said: "Boss, what do you think of us buying some more cattle and sheep, they sold a lot of them before winter last year, and now only some breeding cattle and calves are left." It's a waste to raise this kind of livestock on such a large ranch, and those lazy cowboys who have nothing to do all day know that it is really undesirable to go to the town to drink and just take the boss's salary and not work. ”

Old Patton said dutifully.

Because he has no children, after divorcing his second wife more than ten years ago, he has no idea of getting married again, so in his opinion, this beautiful ranch is his home, a place where he can spend his old age with peace of mind.

After getting along for so many years, time has allowed him to know the real character of the boss's family, and he likes it very much, especially the smart Han Baobao.

"Well, it's time to buy a batch of beef cattle, and the cows can be replenished. ”

Han Xuan's father nodded and continued: "With those milking machines, it saves a lot of time than before, and the economy has become much better recently, so I don't have to worry about not being able to sell them in the first two years." ”

"Yes, fortunately, Lao Han's convenience store helped sell a lot of milk and beef, and did not face losses like other farmers, pouring milk into the river, damn President Reagan, finally stepped down, I hope this Bush is not as stupid as him. ”

Old Barton had palpitations.

"Haha, it's going to be fine, the Angus beef raised last year is very delicious, you helped me earn more than two million dollars, I saw the buyers surprised the color, and the guys around me were envious of me, this is all your credit." Father Han praised.

Old Barton laughed: "This is what we cowboys should do, and now there are only more than 1,100 cows here, including more than 400 half-sized calves, and they can't eat much grass now." ”

"More than 20,000 acres of pasture, plus the grass here is particularly tender, according to my experience of more than 40 years, at full capacity can feed about 7,500 cattle, but the quality of Angus cattle may decline, this is not a good thing, it will affect the reputation of our ranch, those vampires are really picky, the slightest flaw will be fiercely depressed. ”

Father Han deeply agreed, he had no experience in the past, and if it weren't for the help of old Barton, a dutiful employee, he didn't know how much he would have suffered.

He lowered his head and thought about it, shook his head resolutely and said: "Quality is the most important thing, I don't want to mess up the old signboard of Snow Mountain Ranch!"

Han Baobao next to him rolled his eyes helplessly, "You can get one more finger with this signboard......

Leaning down and touching the horse's back with both hands, the flower horse showed a look of enjoyment, sneezed lightly, and stood motionless.

Squinting and smiling, this is a little secret that Han Baobao can't tell.

From the age of 5, he discovered that animals were very close to him, and once sneaked out to play, and met a gray wolf in the woods who had been expelled from the pack.

Han Baobao hurriedly threw out two sandwiches, trying to feed it to save his life, but he didn't think that the gray wolf actually didn't mean to attack him, and he could vaguely feel the kindness it struck, and walked into the forest alone after eating.

This ability has become more pronounced with age, and it is now possible to communicate with animals simply, even if it is enough to understand their general emotions.

And the grass in the pasture has become fresh, but I don't know how the cowboys will feel if they learn that the grass seeds have been watered by the little master's urine, anyway, it's not just for the baby to eat.

In the past two years, before the Angus cattle fattening and sale, Han Baobao will quietly sneak into the cowshed to appease them, and the cattle and sheep will naturally raise black and fat when they are in a good mood, so the price can be sold so high.

Cheap dad is stupid, he really thinks he has a talent for breeding.

Now Han Baobao has become the little head of the ranch animals, and all kinds of washing, cutting and blowing alpacas see him with dog legs, and they show their big yellow teeth to him, and his expression is as obscene as if an uncle has eaten beautiful tofu.

Although there are no protagonists in other books, after being reborn, they become all kinds of rebellion and magic, Han Baobao can still hold his head high and his face is full of arrogance: "Lao Tzu soaks the boy's urine against the wind, and he can make the grass three centimeters higher overnight, can you!"

Looking up and seeing Father Han and Old Barton, as well as the newly joined Old John, the three of them chatted hotly, discussing whose cattle breed is good, and a certain unscrupulous baby was in his heart at the moment: "Please me, please ask my baby to help you choose." ”

"Hey, why should I use a baby?"

Lao Zhengtai felt a chill in his heart.

The next day is Sunday, and there is no class.

Several tutors drove to Grand Falls to do some shopping, including a German female teacher in her 40s who taught advanced mathematics.

After staying in the ranch for a long time, although it is quiet and comfortable, it is inevitable that you will yearn for city life, and not everyone can adapt to it.

Han Xuan got up early in the morning with difficulty, and at six o'clock he packed up and prepared to leave, today is the day to go to the town to buy cattle and sheep.

The Ford pickup truck travels along a straight road, the road is very flat, the scenery on both sides has not changed for dozens of kilometers, it is all grass and livestock, and occasionally a few houses, which are also built in solitude.

The town of Chautau is very lively today, and within a radius of 100 kilometers, all those who have surplus cattle and sheep in the family want to sell come here.

Thousands of outstanding calves are selected as samples for reference, and if the price is right, you can come to your door to choose them personally.

Such a market lasts for a total of three days, and some ranchers are lucky enough to sell out early, just waiting for the vehicles to be transported to their respective ranches, and then collect the balance and go home to celebrate, hoping for another harvest in half a year.

It was the first time for Han Baobao to come here, and the lively crowd gave him the illusion of returning to China.

The narrow road outside the town was full of cars, and it was already jammed before that, so Old John could only park the pickup truck on the side of the road, and Han's father was holding the baby in one hand, and there were too many people for fear that he would get lost.

In the bazaar, women were occasionally seen pointing at Han Xuan, and their eyes were hot as if they knew him, which made Han Baobao a little confused, wiping his face and thinking that he was stained with something.

Han's father saw his puzzlement and said with a smile: "Hey son, they are looking at you little prodigy!"

The words are full of pride, and his son has a chance to take at least half of the credit, isn't it?

Old Barton on the side said hello loudly to the people on the side of the road, who should be someone he knew, and when he heard the father and son talking, he turned around and laughed: "Boy, you don't know how famous you are, right, you are a genius, a real genius!"

The loud voice attracted a lot of passers-by, and after a little thought, he knew who the little boy was.

"Han! You're Han, right?"

An aunt asked across the street, and Old Barton nodded proudly.

Suddenly, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man next to him pouted, as if he recalled some sad past, and glared at Han Xuan hatefully.

Han Baobao couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect that one day he would become someone else's child.

"Dad, I'll go down and go by myself. ”

Han's father was a little uneasy, but he couldn't resist his son, so he finally spoke: "Okay, but I want to hold your hand." ”

“O… K。 ”

Han Baobao had just walked two steps, and suddenly found that he was pulled by something, and turned his head to look, a little donkey shorter than him was biting his clothes.

"It's... Australian mini donkey bar?" Father Han looked at the little guy and said uncertainly.

The little gray donkey, who was less than 50 centimeters tall, stared at Han Baobao tightly, and when he saw that he noticed him, he suddenly grinned and showed a personal smile.

Stunned passers-by.

“what？”

“my－god！”