Jian Heng was a little stunned and looked at Ma Wan who taught his little girl to draw a little turtle for twenty minutes. Although the little girl's final drawing was quite improved compared to the beginning, Jian Heng was a little upset when he looked at the little turtle on the paper.

I beg God in my heart: In the future, my daughter must not be like a little aunt. If it is you, she will be like an aunt!

Jian Heng's plan is quite beautiful, because no matter which aunt he looks like, he looks the same. The children of Dabae and Wheat are each other's aunts. That is, as long as they look like their mother, the little daughter will not look ugly in the future. Even if they don't look like Barbecue and Wheat, they can't be as ugly as their mother-in-law. Although Kate is a little annoying, she looks really undeniable. Otherwise, she would not fascinate Jimmy, a young old regional princeling.

"The kids are coming soon, are you?"

Ma Wan opened her greetings to Jian Heng and Wu Yong, saying that it was a greeting, but in fact it was a change of direction to drive people away.

Neither Jian Heng nor Wu Yong was stupid. He immediately said that he would leave immediately after hearing this.

"Where to go?" Wu Yong asked Jian Heng when he arrived at the door.

The child has to take two hours of class, which means that Wu Yong and Jian Heng have to wait at least two hours. Now how to spend these two hours, Wu Yong has begun to seek Jian Heng’s opinions.

"Where to go? This is my place. Where can I go? Let's go into the greenhouse and take a look. Ma Wan and the others got some regional dishes. It seems that they are almost the same. We will just open our eyes today."

While speaking, Jian Heng took the lead and walked towards the door of the evening room.

Wu Yong hurried two steps to keep up with Jian Heng: "It can't last two hours for the greenhouse, and the new vegetable varieties are not that meaningful. Let me give you an example. One is a carrot of normal size. If you eat it locally, you only have one finger-sized carrot, and one bite of carrot..."

Jian Heng listened to Wu Yong whispering in his ear and asked back: "What are you doing at this time?"

Wu Yong said, "Go to the bar to have a drink!"

However, looking at Jian Heng's expression, Wu Yong immediately whitewasted himself: "If you don't drink strong alcohol, just a bottle of beer, it's probably just a bottle. I not only have to drive but also fly a plane. It doesn't matter if I get there. The two of us are sitting on the means of transportation. Do you think I can drink more?"

"Just know how to control it," Jian Heng said.

Before the two of them could reach the door of the greenhouse, a car horn sounded at the gate. As soon as the horn sounded, the door outside quickly opened and an old red pickup truck drove in.

Jian Heng saw the pickup and found out that he was a small rancher nearby. The ranch was not big, with less than 2,000 acres, and he could barely support the kind of family. The male owner in his family was Alan, who was in his forties and had three children. The eldest son went to the city to live a life of scrambled, the second son went to college, and the third son was only nine years old. He was sent to Ma Wan to study Chinese culture and prepared for an extra way out.

Allen got out of the car, carried his son out of the car, then reached out and rubbed his son's head: "Go, little champion!"

The little guy suddenly drove straight to the door like a little wild horse that had been ridden.

But Allen greeted Jane Heng: "Hi! Gene, Hi Wood!"

"Hello, Allen!"

Jian Heng and Wu Yong both waved to him, saying hello.

The three men stood together, first chatting about the weather, and after a few words, they got involved in the ranch.

Allen said: "Wood, can my pasture grow earlier in spring?"

Mixed forage is the current forage grass of Jianheng Ranch. As for why ranchers want to change it, just look at Jianheng Ranch this year. Almost no animal was fed to silage, but survived by the forage grass of the pasture. Such forage grass is equivalent to double the area of ​​everyone's pasture, which means that the entire pasture has expanded the volume of the entire pasture. It turns out that at least half a year of silage is needed to be prepared.

To put it bluntly, those who used to raise 1,000 cows can now raise 1,700 or 800 cows. The meaning of the number of cows to ranchers is wealth, without any discounted wealth.

Wu Yong said with a bitter face: "Do you know how many people have asked me this question so far this year? As long as everyone encounters no five words, they will mention this matter. I can only let me do my best."

Allen mentioned it here, and he had an attitude of being the best in his heart, but he would not lose anything if he could not succeed. Now that he heard Wu Yong say this, he was not sad, and he didn't complain.

"How many acres of mixed grass can raise a cow at most?" Allen asked again at Jian Heng.

Jian Heng smiled and shook his head: "How could I calculate this before!"

"Don't make things difficult for him. You don't know that he is. For half of the cattle raised in their ranch, it seems redundant to use half of the ranch for raising them. Let me tell you the results we have obtained from our experiment. You can raise one cow in less than two acres. If it is fine, you can reach one 15 acres. If it is fine, you can reach two thousand if it is ignored..." Wu Yong told Allen and told the actual results of the breeding company.

"That's great!" Allen was very satisfied. After he calculated that the cattle in the ranch and the money earned from tourists, he hoped that his income would double this year. This is a great thing for his family.

Beep!

At this time, another car came to the door. This time the one who came to see the child was a housewife. Jian Heng greeted her, but he didn't know what she was named. In fact, he knew it. However, the American name was too popular. If a group of people were born at the same time, it would be easy to rename them.

Parents sent their children one after another, and the housewife left after sending them off. The men gathered together to talk about the ranch and the cow breeds. Now there are more items to talk about tourists' hobbies.

Most of the old ranchers mentioned Chinese tourists, and most of them had good reviews. As for some minor problems, such as spitting, they have seen Americans do it, so they have opinions but they have not risen to the level of disgust. Of course, the biggest impact on them is the way these Chinese people spend money on money. In their opinion, the pockets of these Chinese tourists are like bottomless pits, and they buy whatever they catch.

Jian Heng smiled and explained: "These tourists come from wealthy and prosperous places in China, and all of them have strong purchasing power. The most important thing is that many people now rarely have the opportunity to see horses except in the offering club, so they are very curious about pasture life. Just like the city people yearn for cowboy life, they only see the good side, but not the hard side of cowboys. In this way, many of our things are novel and interesting to tourists. The most important thing is that this is the first time he came, so he naturally bought more things. If he comes often in the future, the situation will change..."

"I hope they have always liked to eat my Tomahawk Steak. I really can't make Chinese food. It's too tedious and there is no fixed time. I'm really a little dizzy. Gene, do you know where to hire a good Chinese chef? If there is one, recommend one," said a rancher.

When it comes to Tomahawk Steak, the old man is very proud because the guests are so satisfied with the Tomahawk Steak he made that he can't be satisfied anymore. In one sentence, it means zero negative reviews.

Another person immediately nodded as if he was pounding garlic: "Yes, yes, I feel the same way. Your Chinese food is too unrigorous. When Zhao teaches, he not only needs to look at the heat, but also the changes in the dishes. Wow, after listening to the class, my head was bigger."

Now many ranchers agreed.

When Jian Heng heard the complaints from these foreigners, he felt a little speechless. Many dishes from foreigners can be quantified. For example, the steak is thicker and how much thicker it is to grill until it is mature. It can even be strictly limited to several seconds. Chinese food does not pay much attention to it. It depends entirely on the skill of the cook. Whether you choose tender or old, you have to rely on his experience.

You are not able to explain this matter, how to say this thing? You have to tell a bunch of Americans about how to cook food the most scientifically? Isn’t that sick?

This is like letting the Chinese and French distinguish whether the French feast is delicious or the Manchu and Han banquet is the most suitable. It must be that the French support French cuisine. The Chinese support Chinese cuisine. It doesn’t make much sense to be quarrel in the end. One place will nourish the other.

So Jian Heng just pricked up his ears and hugged him from time to time and smiled.

However, when a rancher said that he was going to class, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Is Zhao Changshan giving you classes again?"
Chapter completed!