A large group of rice-eating birds flew past the air.

The golden morning glow sprinkled on the snow-capped mountain pasture. The sun was as big as a hood at the beginning of the day. The red sun just rose from the horizon, revealing half of its head.

In the flock of sea orchids, the big white rooster crowed with pointed necks.

The colorful pheasant next to him learned its movements without any fault, but no sound was made in his throat.

He flapped his wings and showed off his beautiful feathers, and wanted to attract the attention of the hens, but unfortunately all these color blindness were ignored. He was depressed and drooped his tail feathers, squatting under the pine tree and being sad alone. Who can understand the life of a single chicken?

But I'm not afraid, someone wants to avenge it.

For example, Han Xuan on the bed on the second floor of the villa, Mei Meng was halfway through, woke up by these annoying guys, covered her face with a pillow, and closed her eyes and murmured: "It's time to have extra meals for the cowboys today!"

Fat Ding, beside the bed, echoed, agreeing with his decision quite well, lifted his paws and scratched his belly, and then covered his ears upwards.

The rooster was addicted to crowing, and he kept shouting one after another. Han Xuan suddenly stood up and looked at the corner of the wall for a long time.

Winnie was sleeping there, with a square carpet under her body, her chest was undulating like a bellows, and she made a slight squeal, and there was a rhythmic resounding in the room, which made the boy even more upset.

Based on the principle of not being able to wake up naturally if you can't sleep, and not letting others have a good life, I doze off, quietly got out of bed, rubbed the paper into small strips, and stuffed it into Winnie's nostrils.

Seeing Winnie's face twitching, she thought she had successfully teased her, but unfortunately the next second it opened its mouth and the snoring suddenly became louder.

Han Xuan was stunned on the spot.

I secretly sigh that I am still too young and can't beat this lazy guy.

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

At that time, I had to wear it twice. Now I just fit and am satisfied with the speed of puberty. I nodded in the mirror and put my wide-brimmed hat on my head. Han Xuan grinned and smiled, leaving his hands behind him and went downstairs.

July 23rd. The annual Augusta Town Rodeo Competition is about to begin again today.

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

I just sprinkled sulfur water for treating aphids with a small plane yesterday, but I don’t know how the effect is.

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

I would rather not sell pasture this year than have pesticide residues. That would ruin the brand established by Snow Mountain Ranch over more than ten years. Although Old Patton and the others felt sorry for it, they had to admit that this decision was correct.

As he went downstairs, Joanna was walking towards the kitchen with a tray.

She was a little surprised when she saw Han Xuan and said with a smile: "Isn't you lazy today? I just come here to have breakfast together, so I don't have to make it for you again."

"It's just fried eggs and sandwiches. How difficult can it be? You just want to be lazy. Be careful, I'll tell my mom." Han Xuan retorted, pinching the brim with his thumb and index finger, and pushing it up.

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

Joanna lowered her voice and said, "You can joke with the boy, but she is a little afraid of her boss. To be precise, she is afraid of losing such a good job."

"Haha, then I'll be going to eat melon seeds when I come back tonight." Han Xuan spoke proudly. Then he added with concern: "Don't spit!"

Joanna looked at him despised and muttered: "I'm not so bored. You're so hateful. I still have a lot of work to do..."

He walked into the restaurant side by side with Joanna, sat on a chair and pulled forward. He heard a harsh sound, and quickly put his hands on his hands: "Good morning, Dad."

"Where is my mom?"

Han’s father opened the next page of the newspaper and stared at the news title: “I’ll go to the vegetable garden to get the vegetables, and I’ll be back later.”

He glanced at his son's clothes, smiled and said, "Oh, you're ready, it's only nine o'clock, why are you anxious?"

"Wait until later and see the black-nosed sheep. Aunt Fanny prescribed medicine for them, are you fed every day?"

"I don't know. I should have all been fed to Jones for help."

Han Xuan felt that it was a complete mistake to ask his father, the boss, as the one who was hand-off, so he drank a sip of fresh milk: "Okay, I'll go to the sheep pen after eating."

...

The roadside lavender seemed to have become brighter in color, and the alfalfa also became greener.

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

Under his butt, McDull was humming and panting, walking swaying, as if he was about to die on the spot in the next second.

I found that the owner had no idea of ​​sympathy, so the mini donkey could only accept him, move forward obediently, speed up his steps, and reach his destination quickly.

The black-nosed sheep have always lived in the wild, afraid that they would have any source of disease and spread to other cattle and sheep on the ranch, so when they brought it back a few days ago, Old Patton specially picked an empty pendant away from the feedlot to accommodate them.

Standing at the door of the sheep pen.

McDull was really a little panting this time, stomping his hooves to let the guy on his back get off soon. The mini donkey is a cute ornamental animal. When he meets such a cruel owner, he blames himself for his bad luck.

Han Xuan was complaining that it was too slow and it hurts its butt when it sat up. It was so white that it grew so much flesh.

He carried the belt and took out a carrot from his top pocket. He had only halfway through the movement. The silly donkey was already skillfully opening his mouth and waiting, but he didn't have the look of complaining just now.

When I walked forward to the railing, opened the lock and walked in, a group of black-nosed sheep immediately surrounded, with about twenty.

In the sheep pen next door, there were black-nosed sheep that were about the same number as this. They were not sick, but they were afraid that they would accidentally eat alfalfa again, so they caught it together.

Don’t look at each cute look, and running on the mountain is more pleasant than anyone else. That day, more than a dozen experienced cowboys went together and took nearly two hours to catch them.

Han Xuan pretended to understand if he didn't understand, so he opened the mouth of a lamb, tilted his head and patted it on his head: "Well, it's a good recovery."

The Swiss black-nosed sheep stood there, at his mercy, with a natural curly hairstyle on his head blew up by the wind, and he tilted to the left.

Some people were chewing the grass in their mouths, and saw the carrots held by McDull. They opened their eyes wide and looked yearning, which seemed to be a delicious food on earth.

The face was too dark and there was no expression. Han Xuan thought they were staring at him out of liking, so he happily rubbed the soft hair of the black-nosed sheep on his hands, but he didn't know that it was because the carrot in his pocket was exposed.

The only Canadian cowboy in the ranch in the distance, Ryan, was driving the cows to the milking room to "work". When he noticed the movement here, he raised his arm and waved it, and said something.

Han Xuan didn't hear it clearly, but he should be saying hello, smiling and standing on tiptoe, putting his hand beside his mouth to respond loudly.

They walked outside and grabbed the wheat bran and threw it into the feeding trough. There was no movement for a long time, but they were still staring at themselves blankly and muttering.

"Hey, I'm still picky about food..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!