Early the next morning, the big guys got up early, and George Sr. set out with the others to the meeting place that had been made with some other ranchers in the vicinity.

The county lord Pei and his younger brother Xiaozhi were still left in the ranch, and the situation of the two bears chasing chickens and dogs in the ranch, and the chickens flying and jumping dogs will not be described here.

This time, George Sr. did not sit in the driver's seat of the pickup truck, and the three pickups were driven by the boss and the guests, while he and another young cowboy each set off on two horses. Old George said that when the time comes, he will spend the night in the forest, and the pickup truck will not be able to drive into the forest, so he can carry the weight with his horses.

At half past nine in the morning, the ranchers met at the agreed foot of the mountain.

Seeing the barking of the bustling hounds at the foot of the mountain, old George and Mark greeted the ranchers one by one, and beckoned them to march towards the forest.

Due to the large number of people participating in the hunt this time, the big guys in the forest were probably scared away, and there was not much harvest in the whole morning, and the group also hunted a few small prey such as hares and pheasants. After consulting with some other ranchers, George Sr. decided to disperse the men of each ranch after lunch in the afternoon and gather for camping in the evening.

After finding a flat land with a water source, everyone took out their tools, lit a fire, and collected firewood, and Li Chenghua also picked up the prey that he had spent a morning shooting and walked to the water's edge to dispose of the prey's fur and internal organs.

At this time, there was a middle-aged white man fetching water at the water's edge, and Li Chenghua knew that this person was also a nearby rancher, so he handed over a cigarette and talked to him. After a few words, they got to know each other. Carter, a middle-aged white man, runs a ranch of about 2,000 acres inherited from his father, raising about 600 beef cattle and more than 200 meat sheep.

At the beginning of lunch, the ranchers gathered together, and Li Chenghua also sat in the circle of the ranchers through Carter's connection.

Between men, as long as they handed a few cigarettes and drank together, the topic soon opened.

After a while, Li Chenghua learned some basic information about these ranchers. Most of these ranchers are family-run, with the smallest ranch having more than 500 acres and raising more than 100 beef cattle, and the slightly larger ones are only 4,000 or 5,000 acres. Under the squeeze of the large ranches operated by the company, don't look at the fact that these ranchers are all worth millions of assets, but everyone owes more or less bank loans.

Because the prices of beef cattle and forage are controlled by the futures trading prices of Wall Street, Carter also indignantly sued Li Chenghua that under the manipulation of a gang of vampires on Wall Street, the price of forage is getting more and more expensive, but the price of beef cattle has not risen, and many small family ranches have gone bankrupt. And the ranchers who are still operating are struggling to survive, such as the ranch in Mark's hands, which was sold by the original rancher in frustration under the bank's aggressive debt collection.

Not far away, Mark seemed to hear the crowd talking about his ranch and squeezed in with a plate.

"Hey, Watson, look at what you've been sitting here, what are you talking about?" Mark took a cigarette handed over by Carter and sat next to Li Chenghua.

"After listening to your construction, I want to build a slaughterhouse, so I want to sit here and learn some information from Mr. Carter." Li Chenghua didn't hide it, and directly said the purpose.

"Yes, that's great, when your slaughterhouse is opened, I will tell Old George and other cattle and sheep in the pasture to be slaughtered and sent to your factory." Mark spat out a smoke ring, turned his head and beckoned to old George to come over.

Li Yigang had been paying attention to his son's dynamics for a long time, and when he saw Mark's beckoning, he also followed behind Old George.

As soon as Carter saw Mark sitting down, he suddenly fell silent, and looked at Mark with his eyes from time to time, as if he wanted to say something to Mark.

At this time, old George happened to come here, sat down directly next to Carter, pushed Carter next to him, and said to Mark: "Hey, boss, Carter wanted me to ask you something before, I told Carter, boss, you are a good person, unlike those rich people in the east who come here to buy ranches just for vacation, so I will let Carter ask you directly." ”

"Oh? Mr. Carter, what do you want to ask me? Mark looked over puzzled.

"Ahem" Carter cleared his throat and asked as if a little embarrassed, "Mr. Quinn, that's right, my ranch is going to transfer cattle after the hunt, and I hope you can let our cattle pass through your pasture." ”

Mark looked at old George with a puzzled expression.

George Sr. explained, "Carter's cattle need to pass through our pasture to a well-pasted pasture on the other side, and Carter takes his cattle to that pasture once a year to graze. This is the case with traditional ranches, where several ranchers drive their cattle and sheep across the neighbor's pasture area to graze elsewhere, depending on the growth of the pasture. The previous boss of our ranch was an old friend with Carter, and he used to go straight through our ranch after saying hello, but now the boss of the ranch has changed you, so Carter wants to ask if you can keep it as it is. ”

"I see, you can just let old George tell me about it. I handed over all the qiē in this ranch to old George, and since old George said that the previous rancher could agree, of course I, the new owner of the ranch, would not refuse. Mark thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said.

Carter seemed relieved, "Thank you, Mr. Quinn, for saving us a lot of time!" ”

Mark waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing, old George once told me about you, and I thought about inviting you and a few other old ranchers to my ranch in a few days, we are neighbors." And call me Mr. Quinn, just call me Mark. ”

At this time, Carter's expression was relaxed, he smiled, and said a little shyly: "Actually, before asking Old George, I just had the hope of trying, to be honest, if I don't go through your pasture, then I will waste a whole day driving cattle and sheep to bypass your pasture, and the cattle and sheep will even have to spend the night in the wild." Mark, although you said you don't have to, I still want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so much! ”

At this time, a rancher named Thomas, who had been sitting on the side and listening to the conversation between several people, interjected and said: "Most of our ranches here are family-run methods, all rely on God to eat, and many ranches do not have the funds to install that irrigation system, so they have to drive cattle and sheep from one ranch to another ranch every year to graze, and they have to go back and forth several times a year, just to protect the pasture, so we ranchers have a good relationship, and we can pass through other people's pastures by saying hello. People even put their hands on each other. ”

Speaking of this, Thomas, an old rancher in his fifties, sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and continued: "Over the years, because of Wall Street, beef cannot be sold at a high price, and banks have urged repayment, and many family ranches have gone bankrupt. They only know how to raise some thoroughbreds, and they come to live for a month or two every year for the purpose of hunting on horseback, and use the ranch as a kind of vacation and entertainment, so these people will not allow others to pass through their ranch at all, thinking that this is a violation of private property. Hey—whoever has such a neighbor is unlucky! Of course, Mark, I'm not talking about you, you're a good guy! I'm talking about my neighbors! I wasn't as fortunate as Carter's old boy, and the new rancher on the edge of my ranch was a Jew, and he refused to talk to him several times about crossing the pasture, so it took me a lot of time to transfer the cattle and sheep to a few nearby pastures. ”

After saying that, Thomas looked at Carter, "Lucky Carter, I really envy you, you have met a good neighbor." ”