The wild larks are yelling on the pine trees.

The grassland was slightly undulating, and there were many small yellow flowers blooming in the middle.

When a hardworking gardener encounters them, he will always stop the lawn mower and then turn around and trim the grass leaves here with scissors. This is how they survive.

The building is located at the top of a small mound, which is a rough and unrestrained, but particularly clever Gothic architecture.

The pointed roof pierces the sky, with arched doors and windows, and the yellow walls are paired with colorful glass, showing people the mysterious power. Unfortunately, it is only more than 200 square meters, and this attraction has also weakened a lot.

The bishop was talking on the stage. As for what he said, Han Xuan didn't know, he was already asleep. Guo's mother widened her eyes, as if she was listening to a heavenly book. Seeing that her son almost fell, she reached out to lean on him.

Aunt Kelly listened with relish, as if she felt it made sense, and nodded seriously and agreed to the bishop.

She is a Protestant and can only pray at home or at parties on weekdays. However, this time she came to Augusta to buy things and came in along the way.

There were not many people sitting down there, about twenty, and there were murals imitating the Sistine Chapel on the wall, which looked a bit shoddy.

The bishop noticed Aunt Kelly's gaze, nodded and smiled slightly, and suddenly became stunned when he saw her, clenched his hand into a fist, and coughed twice with his mouth.

The echoes in the open church were loud. As soon as the boy opened his eyes and his head was still confused, he heard the bishop's old German accent: "Do you believe in the Lord in the second row of Chinese boys?"

Guo's mother was shocked, afraid that her son would say something inappropriate, so she lowered her head and saw Han Xuan say, "I respect God and his old man."

Hearing his answer, the old leader grinned: "What a smart boy. Whether you believe in him or not, the Lord will be willing to protect you, boy."

"Okay, let's get here today. There will be a dinner next Sunday. You can come here at 10 o'clock."

There was a series of discussion below, and Han Xuan was led out by his mother and turned around and smiled at the old bishop.

It is July now, and it is almost noon, and the temperature is a little hot in the 20s.

After leaving the church, the light became brighter. The boy reached out to cover his eyes, followed his mother into the car and drove west.

After driving for more than ten minutes, I reached the edge of the pasture. The alfalfa had withered, and small round fruits were formed between the branches and leaves about one meter high.

Albert sent another batch of calves a few days ago, about 6,000, which were placed in a simple cowshed. Today they started to eat grass. Cows of various species were mixed together, and some ran deep into the alfalfa bush, with only their heads exposed. They looked very satisfied with the food here, and walked on the grassland with their tails shaking.

Thousands of Holstein cows have just squeezed over and are busy replenishing nutrients.

The milk they produce will be sent to a newly built processing plant in Augst town and then transported to various places by Sos Company's trucks for sale as a high-end brand in convenience stores.

Nowadays, the organic food market is emerging, and its price is 40% higher than ordinary milk. Fresh alfalfa turns into white milk overnight. Everyone can compare the value between the two. It is really a cash manufacturing machine.

The roadside lavender begins to wither, and the dazzling purple color in the past has changed to deep purple, and it will be harvested in a while. Someone will buy them as ingredients for essential oils and sachets.

Fat Ding walked gracefully. If it weren't for being dragged down by his bloated figure, he would definitely look noble.

The donkey turned around with some discomfort. A parrot was standing on its back. After shaking it hard, it stood back in place after a few minutes. In the end, it simply ignored it, lie on the grass and suffocated, cursing this guy who came to make trouble every few days.

There was a fat white alpaca cut into bangs by Martinez, leading among the many 37-7-and-middle hairstyles, and deeply envied by other grass-mile horses, which made it feel like a star, and was tilting its head up and walking proudly.

Hearing the muffled sound of a car engine on the road, the alpacas turned their heads neatly and looked over there, as if they were in a military parade. As the vehicles drove, they slowly twisted their necks to salute.

As a bird, BBQ has an innate talent, such as it can see farther away. Before the two little guys noticed it, it flapped its wings and flew towards the car.

The posture is beautiful and the color is beautiful. Unfortunately, it didn't know that there is something like glass. The boy saw it with wide eyes and bumped into the car window, falling head-on into the grass.

Aunt Kelly quickly braked urgently and stuttered: "Madam, did I, did I just hit me?"

"It's okay, the car speed is only fifteen yards. Look, the parrot is standing up again." After Xiao Hanxuan said that, he opened the window and waved to the bird. BBQ happily jumped onto the edge of the car window, and his head was tilted to stand down. It was too big.

Not far away, the two fat men also saw the owner. The donkey stood up and was about to run away when a little guy grabbed its long hair and quickly climbed onto the donkey's back. He held it in a large shape and took the free taxi.

Guo's mother opened the door with a smile, waited for them to get into the car, and looked back and looked back. She felt like there were three babies at home. When she saw BBQ, she followed her. Now there were four. As for the Johnny Turtle, it was too old and could only be considered an elder.

It rained some time ago, and the weeds in the yard grew again. Han Qianshan was mowing the lawn, and the surrounding fences were painted white. The new house was just beginning to be renovated, and the family still needed to live here for a while.

Seeing his son and the others come back, Han’s father took off his gloves and walked over, helped them carry the ingredients they bought, looked at his son and asked, “Why haven’t they come yet?”

"Didn't Albert say it's going to be in the afternoon? He has already arrived in Montana from Los Angeles and will come soon." Xiao Hanxuan spread his hands and preached, bent down and hugged Fat Ding and walked into the house. BBQ followed him, staggering with his eight-character steps.

After a simple lunch, the boy was lying on the sofa watching TV, his mother was washing dishes, and his father was holding a blanket and planning to go outside to take a nap in the rocking chair.

At this time, the ground suddenly vibrated. Han Xuan raised his head, listened with his ears, and hurriedly sat up straight: "Dad, it seems that a car is driving over!"

"real?"

Han Qianshan threw the blanket on his hand and ran outwards.

The blanket happened to be covered by the boy's head. Xiao Han took it away and put on his shoes and chased him out.

A convoy drove over not far away. More than a dozen black trucks were not wide enough, and they almost pressed on the lavender next to them. The wide wheels left deep traces on the ground.

Han’s father disliked his son’s short legs, hugged him and carried it on his shoulders, and ran to the side of the road.

Thinking of the way his father looked at him just now, Xiao Hanxuan opened his mouth and bit his shoulder to take revenge.

"Oh, little boy! You are a pig, not a dog!"

The boy did not answer his father's words, and his eyes were already attracted by the cows in front of him.

British businessman Albert has experienced a lot of vicissitudes. His beautiful beard has been unattended and there are dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing the father and son coming, Albert said, "Han, I have done everything for you. It's really not easy for those damn customs and quarantine bureaus to make this money."

Han Qianshan laughed, put down his son and hugged him, saying, "I will not treat you badly, Mr. Albert, I will look for you again if I need it in the future."

"Don't, after doing these orders, I will retire, go to Hawaii, go to Maldives, and France, I'm going to travel around the world." Albert took off his hat, reached out to rub his messy hair, and sat on the ground and muttered.

Seeing the father and son keep looking at the cows, the old businessman waved: "You go and see them first. I didn't dare to drive fast along the way, nor did I know if I was injured. I'll rest here."

After saying that, he lay down on the grass and covered his face with a hat. It seemed that he was so tired during this period.

Old Patton came to help with more than a dozen cowboys, laying wooden boards behind the truck, and driving them down.

They are all black but horses and cows, with thick necks, small horns on their heads, their forelimbs are more developed than those on the back, and their hair is longer than other cows.

The boy walked around the cattle and found that they were in good health, but after a long journey, he looked a little tired.

Seeing the grass under my feet eating listlessly, even the dry lavender on the roadside was harmed by them. When they had almost eaten, the cowboys drove the cows to the newly built cowshed.

Old Patton came to Han Qianshan, lowered his head and flipped through the notebook, and said, "Boss, there are 25 bulls and 195 cows here, the oldest is eight years old. They are all very young, just at the age of giving birth, so it is pretty good to breed cattle."

"What should I do in the future? Will I raise it with other cattle?"

Han’s father had never thought about this problem and touched his chin and looked at the old cowboy: “Barton, what do you think?”

"It's better to piece the grasslands alone for them so that their bloodline will not degenerate." Old Patton closed the book, thought for a while and raised his head and said, "But horses and cows are too expensive, so you have to arrange some experienced cowboys to take care of them."

"Then do it, Patton." Han Qianshan said as if he had thought of something, turned his head and said to the boy, "Go and ask Uncle Albert, why didn't that Japanese come?"

Han Xuan nodded. The poor old businessman was woken up as soon as he fell asleep, holding the boy with a wry smile: "I'll go and tell your father, is that McDull? It's getting better and better..."

"Yes, McDull is only six months old."

"You will definitely be an excellent rancher in the future."

After dusting his hat and putting it on his head, Albert turned his head and said to Han’s father from a distance: Mr. Takeda Masao was fired by the Japanese Wagyu Association and was busy dealing with this matter. The remaining amount is enough to reach his Citibank account."

"Feeded? Why is this happening?" the boy raised his head and looked at the old businessman.

"It's not because of these cows."

...

But the horses and cows were lying in their respective single rooms to rest, and after a busy afternoon, they finally settled down.

The boy was held in his arms by his father, next to it was a light pink sunset, and the figure was drawn on the ground very long and printed on the grass next to him.

The father asked the boy, "Can you really make money by raising these cattle?" "Of course, they are all gold mines that can go." "Then raise them well. By the way, what did Xiao Anya write to you?"

"I asked her to come to Montana to play with me."

"Then what?"

"Madam Cecilia doesn't seem to allow her to do this."

"Son! It seems that we can only go to New York."
Chapter completed!