The winding Forest River flowed out, and more than a dozen grass harvesters drove over the east bridge.

The boy's face was thrusting, it was only less than 30 minutes, it seems that he had planned it for a long time.

The brand of the harvester is different, but it has thick rear wheels. When passing by Han’s father, the tire height is higher than that of him.

A black grass harvester stopped near them.

Han Xuan looked through the windshield and found that Patton was driving.

"Hello everyone."

The old cowboy leaned her upper body out of the car, shouted to Bell, Hall and others, turned her head to look to the side, and said, "Boy! Come here quickly! Grandpa Patton takes you for a ride!"

Han's father looked at the harvester and patted the boy's head: "Go and play, I'll take care of you McDull and Fat Ding."

Xiao Hanxuan nodded and ran towards the mower with his legs spread.

Fat Ding wanted to follow him, but as soon as he turned around, he almost fell down, but when he turned around, he realized that his tail was being stepped on by a stupid donkey. He looked up at it and stretched out his short legs and scratched it.

Unfortunately, McDull was too long and didn't feel anything at all. He lowered his head and found his friend's sad expression, shook his ears, and ignored the departure.

The boy took the old cowboy's hand and pressed his strength, and got on the grass harvester, which had two positions inside, just enough to sit.

Its equipment is very simple, such as the manual transmission when learning to drive, and also has a clutch and accelerator.

The instrument panel was equipped with a button that controlled the speed of mowing. Old Patton bent down and ignited the fire and hung up the gear. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he slowly walked up.

The terrain here is very flat, and the long reciprocating scissors in the front can be close to the ground to mow grass. Old Patton looked back and found that the grass piles left were too long. He pressed the red button and adjusted the lawn mower a little.

With the help of the grass rake, the freshly cut alfalfa is neatly arranged behind, waiting to be turned and dried.

Seeing the boy looking at the front curiously, Old Patton said, "The land on our ranch is really fertile. Alfalfa is much better than other places. Last year, 45 tons of grass were produced per acre. I think it will be higher this year."

"Gonzalez and their need 14,500 tons, just over 300 acres?"

Xiao Hanxuan raised his head and said.

"No, no, they bought hay. 3.7 tons of fresh forage can only dry out a ton of hay. Nearly a thousand acres of alfalfa are needed to cut."

The old cowboy replied with a smile, and after a while he realized: "More than 10,000 tons? Why do they want that much?"

The boy looked up at the old cowboy and said, "$130, it's much higher than the price in the market."

"Isn't that sold for nearly $2 million?" Patton smiled even happier and blinked at the boy: "There were too many grasses produced in the past few years, and more than 10,000 cows could not be eaten. In the end, we were crushed and scattered as fertilizer. Montana is different from other states. The grass grows faster than leeks. Everyone has it, and it is thought that the shipping cost is high when sold. If their cows are of good quality this year, even if this sales are opened, it can be cut two or three times a year. Just selling alfalfa can make a lot of money."

After hearing the old cowboy say it, the boy nodded, remembering the checks just now, he secretly complained about his father.

A large area of ​​grass fell neatly, and something suddenly hit the windshield outside, making a harsh scream.

Patton was stunned, opened his mouth and laughed, stopped the grass harvester, opened the door and walked out.

Xiao Hanxuan looked out curiously. The old cowboy had already returned. He was just a beautiful colorful pheasant. He was hit just now. His feathers were a little messy. He was nervously motionless at the base of his wings.

When he got into the car, he threw it next to the boy. Old Patton started the harvester and said, "These pheasants like to build nests in the grass. They can meet several of them every time. They are stupid and stupid, and they don't hide when they see people."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at it, and said, "It's good to roast it, it's delicious to make soup, and it's the most nutritious one."

Han Xuan looked at the colorful pheasant. Its feathers were colorful and its long tail was behind it. No matter how you looked, it looked like a Chinese pheasant.

The colorful pheasant seemed to feel its fate, shrank its neck and clattered twice, hiding its head under its wings and pretending to be dead.

The grass harvester drove to the foot of the mountain in front and turned around and walked back. The boy suddenly saw a few little guys standing in the woods not far away and looking out. He hurriedly patted the old cowboy and said, "Grandpa Patton, put me down here. I want to go find those sheep to play with."

Patton looked over with his hand and found the sheep. He smiled and stopped the harvester: "Go, don't go too far, pick you up here when you come back."

Han Xuan nodded and walked out. When he closed the door, he saw the colorful pheasant, which was quietly looking at him from under his wings, and couldn't help but feel funny.

The lamb in the forest saw someone coming over, subconsciously wanted to escape, stretched his head, and found that he was an acquaintance, and gradually became quiet again.

The lambs are all black-nose sheep produced in the Alps. A few years ago, when the old Augsg sold their ranch, they were here. Han Xuan often came to see them, so they were very familiar with each other.

Their faces are pure black, with thick hair all over their bodies, and even their facial features are invisible. The white wool on their heads is drooping, like a mushroom head, which is even cuter than the little sheep Sean in the cartoon.

As the boy approached, a lamb escaped from the woods and greeted him happily, spit out his pink tongue and stood beside him. Xiao Hanxuan was cute by it, hugged his head and pressed his face on it, which was very furry and comfortable.

Hundreds of kilograms of adult black-nosed sheep were lying on the stone beside them, chewing grass leaves in their mouths, and curved horns on their heads, and their short and thick tails were placed behind them. When they saw the boy coming, they raised their heads and bleated to show their closeness.

Xiao Hanxuan raised his finger and counted. There were 24 in total. These were all the black-nosed sheep in the snow-capped mountain ranch. They like to grow in the wild and the number was difficult to increase.

Sitting on the stone, I picked up a lamb, surrounded by a large area of ​​alfalfa, and I could see the forest and snowy mountains in Flathead not far away. The boy opened his mouth and dozed. This feeling was so comfortable.

A feeling of humidity suddenly came from his face. Xiao Hanxuan turned his head and looked at it. In front of him was a face that was darker than Bao Gong. He had to open his eyes and look carefully before he could see it clearly.

He reached out and pinched its nose. The lamb immediately stepped back and quickly came up to rub the boy, lay on his lap and shook his tail. After a while, the people and the sheep fell asleep.

The sun hangs high above my head, and the breeze blows on the grassland, and it is not as hot as it was some time ago.

Han Qianshan and his staff came nearby for lunch.

This was sent by Aunt Kelly and the others. The harvester was parked at the edge of the grassland and a large area of ​​open space had already extended to the south.

When the boy woke up, he had a bottle of water and a small piece of sandwich in front of him. After thinking about it, he knew that it was given by his father. He would run away whenever he saw the black-nosed sheep except him and his father.

McDull and the lambs were playing next to each other, and they looked not as big as their size.

Fat Ding found the roundest ram and rolled on the soft wool. The black-nosed sheep was not annoyed, and was interested and turned her head to look at the cat.

At this moment, some movement came from the woods.

The first thing I discovered was the ram. It suddenly stood up and threw the fat Ding far away.

The cat was covered in grass chips and hugged the boy with grievance for comfort, but Han Xuan ignored it and looked at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of dry branches shattering in the forest, and the sound of leaves shaking.

The black-nosed sheep all leaned towards the boy, and Bao Gong showed a rare nervous expression on his face, his limbs were tense, and he was ready to escape at any time.

Han’s father Yu Guang kept staring here, and suddenly turned his head when he noticed something was wrong, got up and walked towards the boy.

Seeing the boss's nervous look, the employees also threw down the tableware in their hands and followed him.

By the woods, Xiao Hanxuan saw them and hurriedly shook his hand at his father.

Turning his head and looking at the grass in front of him, a big head sticks out from inside with the sound of a slight sound.

When Han Xuan saw it, he felt a very familiar feeling in his heart, and found its special fur color, and shouted in surprise: "Winnie?!"

The big guy in front of him was stunned and his eyes widened.
Chapter completed!