The space of the cave is not unscrewed out in a short period of time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After walking down the stream for an hour, and finding a flat place, Ye Mu left the space.

The next morning, Zhang Dongsheng got up one step ahead of Ye Mu, cooked rice, and boiled the boiled beef left over from last night.

Ye Mu went downstairs after washing up and smelled a fragrance and asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Braised beef."

Ye Mu sniffed the aroma vigorously: "Yesterday, I said you, the level has risen." ”

saw Zhang Dongsheng smile weirdly: "I ate the leftover beef last night, I went back to the pot, it's fragrant!" ”

"I'm a **** immortal, it's just a cattle." Ye Mu couldn't eat the breakfast made by Zhang Dongsheng, mainly because he thought of the way this guy gobbled up last night.

"You go to town today and buy me two dogs back." Ye Mu said that he found the car key in the drawer.

"What a dog."

"It's better to have a large dog, any dog." Ye Mu thought for a while and said.

Buying a dog back to 'test the drug' is an idea that Ye Mu has had for a long time. The fish in the Lingzhu space is big and fat, and it looks very delicious, it is an unknown fish, for the sake of safety, it is better to find two dogs to come back and try to see if it is poisonous.

With the car keys in hand, Ye Mu drove the Wrangler out.

The morning farm is misty and the grass leaves on the roadside are sparkling with water. Fresh and clean air is very refreshing.

When he arrived at the door of Hank's house, Ye Mu honked his horn. A middle-aged woman came in, his name was Mary, Hank's second wife, ten years younger than Hank's bad old man, but the two of them loved each other very much.

"Boss, please come in."

Ye Mu got out of the car and asked cheekily, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

"Not yet."

"Well, I didn't eat either." The food at home was spoiled by Zhang Dongsheng's bastard, and the hungry Ye Mu didn't care about the cheeky things.

When he entered the house, Hank was baking bread, and Ye Mu went over and asked him to bake two more slices. Mary looked at Ye Mu's back curiously, with a smile on her face, frying the steak. Ye Mu has always felt difficult to get along with since he came to the farm, but looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be difficult to get along with.

Breakfast was beef burger, milk, fries.

After eating, Ye Mu and Hank went to the cattle farm. At the end of the flat dirt road, the mist-shrouded mountains, a narrow valley enters, and it is only a two-minute drive away, and the view suddenly opens up. The farm's second plain, called the Wild Horse Valley Plains, covers 24,000 acres and is pasture-grown, as well as four large barns, each with a capacity of five hundred cattle......

The Wild Horse Valley itself does not graze cattle, and the cattle are bought from other pastures.

Seven or eight months old, the cattle will leave the grassland and go into the barn to fatten. Feed oil cake, bran, corn mixture, distiller's grains, salt and other mixed feeds for fertilization.

Prairie cattle cannot be sold at a price, and the net profit of a cow is two to three hundred dollars from the grains produced on their own farms. It's better than nothing to make a lot of money.

In fact, it still depends on the quality of the beef, after slaughtering, the more money you make from high-grade beef. Obviously, this is a technical job.

Now it's the season for the last forage to be harvested. Hank gave everyone a day off, and the cattle farm workers still got up early in the morning to work, and the three forage harvesters were running quickly. And the grass of the harvest was thrown into the field. It's the middle of autumn, and the rains are scarce, so you can wait for the grass to dry naturally, then pack it and sell it for a good price during the snow season.

The grass on both sides of the dirt road is knee-high and is mainly mixed pastures such as rye, sweet elephant grass, Mexican corn grass, etc. The road is also overgrown with grass, but the further you go, the more difficult the height and quality of the grass becomes.

Hard soil, dry and barren.

The uppermost section of Mustang Valley is about a five-minute drive along a winding mountain road. The last plain of the farm, the Stone Canyon Plains, is already on the edge of the Rocky Mountains.

From here, distant mountain peaks stand taller and taller.

The stone canyon is close to 10,000 acres, but there are many small hills, the land is barren, and there are many stones, which makes it difficult to cultivate, and can only be used for sheep grazing.

Kenneth and his wife, who were black, had been working and living here for six or seven years, and at their peak they had grazed 7,000 Burr goats.

Stephen is definitely the quintessential black-hearted farmer in the United States. Kenneth and his wife, who are stowaways, also known as farm workers, helped Steve open up the Stone Canyon Ranch, and until now, neither of them has been mixed into a regular employee spot. The monthly wage of 1,500 per person is far disproportionate to the amount of labor they pay and the wealth they produce.

But speaking of which, sheep in Montana are cheap, and 5,000 sheep really doesn't necessarily make much.

The use of cheap black labor on large farms in the United States is not uncommon, but a very common phenomenon. But most of them are temporary employment relationships, and it is very rare for a black worker like Kenneth to work for six or seven years at a time. At least, it was the first time Ye Mu had encountered it.

Generally speaking, black workers employed on farms are hired temporarily through intermediaries during the busy agricultural period. If they work for a long time, the farmer will usually help the black worker get a U.S. green card. In fact, you can also apply for a green card without a farmer, stay in the United States for a few years, have a stable job and have no criminal record, and spend a sum of money to find a lawyer. Of course, if you have a guarantor, you have a better chance of getting a green card.

Ye Mu greeted Kenneth and said, "There is a party today, you two pack up and attend together." ”

"Okay boss." Kenneth and his wife were in their thirties, and they were full of scarlet and smelly.

"How many years have you been in the United States?"

"Nine years."

"Hmm!" Ye Mu looked at Hank and said, "Is there a legal profession in our farm?" ”

"Ron, he's an accountant, and he knows a little bit about legal advice."

"Tell Ron to run errands, take their husband and wife to apply for green cards, become regular employees, and improve their treatment, just like everyone else."

"Thank you, boss." Kenneth was thrilled.

Seeing this guy's grateful, Ye Mu suddenly felt speechless. Fools have seen it, but it's a person with a problem with his brain, and Kenneth doesn't look like a psychopath.

"How many sheep are there in the valley?"

"About three hundred." Kenneth Road.

"You go take a bath and come out and help us slaughter five sheep." Ye Mu said and asked Hank: "Is five sheep enough?" ”

"It should be enough."

"That's two more heads, seven heads."

"Okay." Kenneth nodded.

When Kenneth and his wife went back to the house to take a bath, Ye Mu also took a look, there was enough chaos in it, and the smell was also unpleasant, Ye Mu instantly retreated.

A wooden house with a lot of garbage thrown next to it, which is intolerable for people with cleanliness.

Kenneth's situation Ye Mu only learned about it in the past two days, and when he came to see it today, he was very speechless: "How is Kenneth?" ”

"The honest one is that he is too introverted and has some low self-esteem. I've been working here for almost seven years, and I haven't had much contact with everyone. Except for going out to buy groceries, he is rarely seen. However, he got along well with several of the workers in the cattle farm. Hank said.

"Why don't you get him an ID?"

"I've tried before, but I couldn't get through." Hank continued: "The previous immigration officers didn't want to see black people, and then everyone gradually forgot about it. He doesn't mention it, and no one wants to bother. ”