A large flock of rice-eating birds swept through the air.

The golden morning glow is sprinkled on the snow-capped mountain pastures, the sunrise is as big as a car cover, and the fiery red sun has just risen from the horizon, revealing half of its head.

In the Hailan flock, the big white rooster crows with its pointed neck.

The colorful pheasant next to him learned all the movements of it, but there was no sound in his throat.

Flapping their wings to show off their beautiful feathers, trying to attract the attention of the hens, but unfortunately these color blindness are all ignored, frustrated with tail feathers, squatting under the pine tree alone sad, who can understand the life of a single chicken.

But don't be afraid, someone is going to help it get revenge.

For example, Han Xuan, who was on the bed on the second floor of the villa, was halfway through his dream, and was woken up by these annoying guys, covered his face with a pillow, and muttered with his eyes closed: "It's time to add food to the cowboys today!"

The fat man beside the bed cried in agreement, quite agreeing with his decision, raising his paw to scratch his belly, and then covering his ears upward.

The rooster crowed addictively, one after another, Han Xuan got up abruptly and looked at the corner of the wall in a daze for a long time.

Pooh slept there, with a square rug laid underneath him, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, and a slight snoring that echoed rhythmically in the room, which made the boy even more uncomfortable.

In line with the principle that he can't wake up naturally if he can't sleep, and don't let others have a good life, he dozed off, got out of bed quietly, rolled tissue paper into small strips, and stuffed it into Pooh's nostrils.

Seeing Pooh's face twitching, he originally thought that the trick was successful, but unfortunately the next second he actually opened his mouth, and the snoring suddenly became louder.

Han Xuan was dumbfounded on the spot.

I secretly sighed that I was still too young and too young to fight this lazy thing.

After washing and changing clothes, I thought about it, remembered that today was a special day, took it off again, opened the closet and found the western denim I bought last year.

At that time, it was two laps bigger to wear. Now that it fits just right, satisfied with the growth rate of puberty, nodding in the mirror, and putting the wide-brimmed hat on his head, Han Xuan grinned and went downstairs with his hands behind him.

July 23rd. The annual Augusta Town Rodeo is about to start today.

Professor Andrew had returned to Billings three days earlier, and Martinez drove him.

Yesterday, I just finished sprinkling sulfur water to control aphids with a small plane, and I still don't know how effective it is.

As for downy mildew, after thinking about it, Han's father discussed it with Old Barton for a long time, and decided to only sprinkle organic fertilizer to improve alfalfa's disease resistance.

I'd rather not sell forage this year than have pesticide residues. That would ruin the brand that Snow Mountain Ranch had built up for more than ten years, and although the old Barton was distressed, they had to admit that this decision was the right one.

When she went downstairs, Joanna was walking towards the kitchen with a tray.

She was a little surprised to see Han Xuan, and said with a smile: "Aren't you lazy to bed today, just come over and have breakfast together, I don't need to help you do it again." ”

"It's just fried eggs and sandwiches, how hard can it be? Be careful, I tell my mom. Han Xuan retorted, his thumb and forefinger pinching the brim of his hat. Push up.

"Don't talk nonsense, your dad is reading the newspaper in the restaurant!"

Joanna lowered her voice and said, it was okay to joke with the boy, but she was a little afraid of the boss, to be precise, afraid of losing such a good job.

"Haha, then I'll come back in the evening to eat melon seeds. Han Xuan said proudly. Then he added uneasily: "No spitting!"

Joanna looked at him with disdain and muttered, "I won't be so boring, you are so hateful, I still have a lot of work to do......"

Walking into the dining room side by side with Joanna, he sat down in a chair and pulled forward. Hearing a screeching sound, he hurriedly lowered his hand movements: "Good morning, Daddy." ”

"Where's my mom?"

Han's father turned the next page of the newspaper and stared at the news headline: "I went to the vegetable garden to get vegetables, and I will be back later." ”

glanced at his son's clothes, smiled and said, "Yo, it's all ready, it won't start until nine o'clock, what's the hurry." ”

"Wait and look at the black-nosed sheep, the medicine that Aunt Fanny prescribed for them is fed every day, right?"

"I don't know, I should have fed all the people who asked Jones to help. ”

Han Xuan felt that it was a complete mistake to ask his father to be the shopkeeper, so he took a sip of fresh milk: "Okay, I'll go to the sheepfold after eating." ”

……

The lavender on the side of the road seems to have become a little more vibrant, and the alfalfa has also turned green.

Thinking that it might be his own psychological effect, Han Xuan didn't care much.

McDull was snorting and panting under her buttocks, walking crookedly, as if she was going to die on the spot in the next second.

Finding that the owner didn't want to sympathize at all, the mini donkey could only recognize him as ruthless, obediently move forward, speed up the steps, or hurry to the destination.

Black-nosed sheep have always been living in the wild, afraid that they will carry any source of disease and infect other cattle and sheep in the pasture, so when they were brought back a few days ago, Old Barton specially picked an empty pen far from the feedlot to place them.

Stand at the door of the sheepfold.

McDull was really a little out of breath this time, stomping his hooves to let the goods on his back come down quickly, the mini donkey is responsible for selling cute ornamental animals, and when he meets such a ruthless owner, he blames himself for his bad life.

Han Xuan was complaining that it was too slow, and it was still awkward when it sat up, it really grew so much meat for nothing.

Carrying the belt of his trousers, he took out a carrot from his jacket pocket, and the action was only halfway through, and the stupid donkey was already skillfully waiting with his mouth open, how could he still complain just now.

Coming to the railing, opening the chain and walking in, a group of black-nosed sheep immediately surrounded them, about twenty of them.

In the sheepfold next door, there are also a similar number of black-nosed sheep, they are not sick, but they are afraid that they will eat alfalfa by mistake again, so they caught it together.

Don't look at the cute appearance, running on the mountain is happier than anyone else, and it took nearly two hours for more than a dozen experienced cowboys to catch them that day.

Han Xuan didn't know how to pretend to understand, so he opened the mouth of a little lamb, tilted his head to look at it, and patted its head: "Well, the recovery is quite good." ”

The Swiss black-nosed sheep stood obediently in place, at his mercy, and the natural curls on his head were blown by the wind, and he slanted to the left.

Some of them were chewing grass in their mouths, and when they saw the carrot in McDull's mouth, their eyes were wide open, and there was yearning in their eyes, as if they were some kind of delicacy in the world.

The face was too dark to see the expression, Han Xuan thought that they were staring at him out of love, and happily rubbed the soft hair of the black-nosed sheep at hand, but he didn't know that it was because the pocket carrot was half exposed.

Ryan, the only Canadian cowboy in the distant pasture, was driving the cows to the milking parlor to "work", and when he noticed the movement, he raised his arm and waved, and said something in his mouth.

Han Xuan didn't hear it clearly, but he should have said hello, smiled and stood on tiptoe, and responded loudly with his hand to his mouth.

I went outside and grabbed a handful of wheat bran and threw it into the feeding trough, but they didn't move for a long time, but they still stared at themselves blankly, muttering in their mouths.

"Hey, I'm a picky eater" (To be continued.) )