I ate a meal of dumplings and made them for several hours, and finally I worked until after 8 o'clock in the evening, and then I almost finished all the noodles.

Zhang Jialiang looked around and saw that the place wherever he could place things was filled with dumplings, and couldn't help but say, "When will you eat this?"

At this time, Jian Heng, who was washing his hands and was wiping his hands, replied: "It seems like there are quite a lot, but it will definitely not last until tomorrow at noon!"

After saying that, Jian Heng turned around and looked at the barley and wheat that were still wrapping dumplings: "Don't make the money, take the rest back to the town to make it. It just happened to be breakfast tomorrow and come over. It's getting late and it's getting back to rest early!"

The two sisters don’t know whether it is dumplings or buns. Anyway, each of them has a dough in their hands, and the filling is lit in the center to make it all the time.

The two sisters didn't have a big portion at the dumpling making activity. After studying for a few hours, the dumplings they made were still a crooked piece.

Originally, Jian Heng didn't want them to reach out, but the two of them were not very good, and they were very excited. In addition, Zhao Changshan and others praised him without principles, although these two people looked like face-to-face people, they just refused to let go and kept following everyone until now.

"Where are we going to live in town?" Daba, who was sitting on the left side of the table, put down the 'dumpling' that had been wrapped in his hand, picked up a dough and asked without raising his head.

"Didn't you agree that you will live in the town these days, waiting for the cattle shed to be almost done, and you will move in," said Jian Heng.

Xiaomai glanced at Jian Heng: "You can't do anything shameful here alone, don't worry, we can understand it. You don't have a girlfriend, you always have some physical needs. When you close the door, we will pretend that you didn't hear any noise in your room!"

Puff! Zhang Jialiang couldn't help laughing, but when he saw his always glaring at him, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

They are both adults, so everyone naturally knows what the two sisters mean by their physiological needs. Zhao Changshan is fine, but he just pretends not to hear it. Xiao Zhao and Xiao Huang, who have just come from China, are in English and don’t understand what Xiaomai means at all. They just saw Zhang Jialiang smiling with awkward eyes and laughing, but there was a puzzled expression on his face.

"Okay, then you can live here, but I want to first talk about what happens in the middle of the night, I will not be responsible!" Jian Heng said.

Originally, Jian Heng arranged these two sisters in the room of the original Anders. Who knew that after getting along for a while, he felt that these two sisters were like curious babies, and they almost never stopped their mouths, and they were not like the beautiful and quiet girl in the gym at the time before.

Jian Heng couldn't stand the talkative woman the most, so he temporarily wanted to drive them to the small wooden building rented in the town, which was to squeeze together with Zhang Jialiang, Zhao Changshan and others first.

Unfortunately, Jane Heng was happy with barley and wheat, so they wanted to live in the pasture. As for Jane Heng, they didn't mind at all, what was the same roof for American girls?

"What can happen?" Damaikou bent his arm. Although his arms were not thick, the lines on his arms were already showing their strength.

I have to say that, normally, men are no match for the sisters. It is difficult to do something bad to them just by relying on one's strength.

"Okay, okay, you can live in it! Just listen, don't bring the little lion into the house. Its range of movement is limited to the bottom of the building." Jian Heng reached out and drew it.

Barley and Xiaomai looked at each other without giving Jian Heng a response, and continued to wrap the dumplings in their hands.

At this time, Zhao Changshan had already washed his hands, found a towel and wiped his hands away, and said to Jian Heng: "We'll go back, and the three of you stay here to have fun. Xiao Huang, go to the wine cabinet to get two bottles of wine, pick up the most expensive ones, and go back to drink some at night to be considered as bedtime entertainment!"

Xiao Huang knew where the wine cabinet was, but when he looked at the wine cabinet, he was a little stunned. This guy didn't know which bottle of wine was expensive, but he saw that the foreign wine filled with the wine cabinet was not sure which one was better.

"Master!" Xiao Huang looked at Zhao Changshan with a look of help.

When Zhao Changshan saw it, he immediately replied with a smile: "Stupid, pick up the best bottle and take it!"

Hearing Zhao Changshan say this, Xiao Huang then reached out and picked up two bottles of wine that looked particularly beautiful and held it in his arms. When Jian Heng saw the wine in his arms, he shook his head without saying a word.

Zhao Changshan and the other two went out to get into the car and waited for the car to disappear from their sight. Jian Heng turned back to the house. As soon as he returned to the house, he immediately saw a scene he didn't want to see.

A fluffy head was stretched between the barley and wheat, and the little thing was lying on his head from time to time, or stretching out his thick little hair claws to fiddle with the dumplings placed not far away. I won’t talk about the dumpling skin. Just talking about the dumpling skin, Jian Heng saw a few pools of wet saliva left by the little thing.

This will make people eat it tomorrow!

"How can I let it climb onto the chair!" Jian Heng took two steps in a row, directly carried the little white lion to the ground, and then reached out to get the dumpling skin it bitten.

"What's there? We ate dog food when we were young!" Xiaomai said indifferently when he saw Jian Heng reaching out to hold the dumpling skin in front of him.

Americans treat pets like family members, so it is not a big deal for them to have some dog food or have close contact with things like dogs, so the saliva of the little lion is not a big deal for the two sisters.

But Jian Heng couldn't accept it. Although Little Lion drinks milk powder now and does not eat raw meat, Jian Heng's heart is just a shadow.

"Then you eat these things, I won't eat them anyway! Don't cook them in the same pot with me," said Jian Heng.

"No problem!" said Damai and Xiaomai at the same time.

The little lion didn't care about these things. It felt fun and wanted to come over. Although Jian Heng got rid of the chair, he still tried hard to move away four short legs, and made a humming sound and climbed up the chair.

Xiaomai heard the little lion's humming, so he bent down and carried the little thing back to the chair.

Jian Hengyi turned around and left the house, not wanting to see such a bad scene.

At around eight o'clock, the color had completely darkened. There was a bright moon hanging high in the sky of the pasture today, which was very bright, like a super bright small light bag hanging in the sky.

I went back to the room and poured a glass of wine, leaned on the pillars of the corridor, put my pants in my pockets with one hand and looked up at the big moon like a disc in the sky.

"I'll go, the moon is so big tonight!"

Jian Heng drank a sip of wine and gave an exclamation that was very uneducated.

The moon is in the sky, the mountains are faint, and the gentle breeze blows over the face with a particularly clear fragrance of mud and grass. In Jian Heng's eyes, there is only the bright moon and nothing else.

If there is a little educated person now, he would have wanted to put Jian Heng's face on the grass next to him and rub it hard for a few times: Such a beautiful scenery, you are talking about yarn!

Of course, there is no one around now. Even the two sisters Damai and Xiaomai are a pair who don’t understand Chinese and don’t know the uncultured words that Jian Heng made from his senses.

Just as Jian Heng was admiring it happily, he suddenly heard the mooing sound coming from a distance.

It is not new to hear the cattle yelling in the pasture, but Jian Heng heard that the cow was not someone else's cow, it was the only cow in his own pasture. It was the buffalo he brought back from Africa, and the high anger in his heart could be heard from the sound.

"What's going on?" Jian Heng was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and said to himself.

He raised his ears and listened again, thinking in his heart that if there was no follow-up, he would ignore it. But after a minute, the roar of the bison became more and more rapid. Only then did Jian Heng decide to go and take a look.

He put the wine in his hand on the railing of the corridor. Jian Heng stepped behind the house, pulled out his bad horse from the space, rode on and ran towards the direction where the sound of the cow came.

As the sound of the cow mooing in Jian Heng's ear became clearer and clearer, an incredible scene came into Jian Heng's eyes. The strong African bison under the moonlight mooed and roared from time to time.

Not far away, there was a group of American bisons confronting it. The leading bulls were still holding the fence of the ranch with their horns, and it seemed that they were about to enter the ranch and have a fight with the non-Wen buffalo.

"Damn, I finally understand why this fence is so big!" Jian Heng immediately understood the reason why the fence here was broken when he saw the movement of the bison.

It is obvious that these bisons seem to like the alfalfa on the ranch, and because the ranch has not been managed for a long time, these guys probably have a good meal and regard the ranch as their own canteen.

When I was about to come here to eat today, I found that the door of the canteen was blocked. Not only was the door blocked, but there was also a strong "door guard".

For American bisons, in addition to the war to fight for mating rights, working hard for the plump grassland is also one of the essential life skills. The innate instinct makes them willing to give up the plump alfalfa grass on the pasture, so these bisons immediately entered a state of fighting.

The American bisons are of great physique, almost the same as the African bison brought by Jian Heng. The first few are only slightly smaller than Jian Heng's cows. It seems that each one weighs about one ton.

In addition to the few months of mating, the bulls and cows were divided into groups. In other words, the group of more than a dozen buffaloes are all adult bulls. Relying on the large number of "cows", these bisons plan to break open the railings and teach the guys inside a lesson that will be unforgettable for life.

Moo! Moo! The African Bison did not retreat because it was only one. For it, this was its own territory and naturally its own territory. Therefore, it kept warning the opponent that was about to invade, leaving its territory, and preparing to start a war.
Chapter completed!