"Oh, it's all your fault, you have to stop!"

"It's obvious that you didn't choose the right place. ”

The boy shook his head and said calmly, "I think you're going to be finished, Mr. Martinez." ”

"God, you didn't say yes!"

"Whoever made me a child, God will forgive me. ”

Two figures, one large and one small, walked this way, with the fiery red sun behind them. The black guy was pushing his motorcycle, looking down and complaining to his side.

Harley's rear wheels swirled in an S-shape, creaking from time to time. The fuel tank was also a little deformed, with pungent gasoline coming out of the small holes and dripping down the engine exhaust pipe.

Half of the beautiful windshield remained, and the other ones were ruined by the bull in heat.

Martinez parked the bike, the bracket a little out of shape, and he had to lean against the wall. Picking up the boy and walking back, he was about to raise his hand to spank his ass, and there were immediately rows of teeth marks on his back.

The pine trees on both sides are still tall, and the dense canopy of branches covers the grass.

This is the old house of the Augsigsg family, but now it looks a little depressed, it has not been inhabited for more than a month, and a layer of dust has fallen on the door.

More than 10 meters behind the house is a wheat field.

More than 2,400 acres of wheat fields are not visible horizontally or vertically.

A gentle breeze blows, setting off rolling wheat waves, as if coming to a golden ocean.

These are winter wheat, which was planted in September last year, and the young wheat seedlings have only now matured after the harsh winter in Montana.

They are half a man tall, with thorns on their plump spikes and yellowed leaves. It is close to the Mori River, and the water source is abundant, and the harvest is earlier than others.

More than 20 green combine harvesters are not far away, moving at a speed of five kilometers per hour.

Each of them can harvest fifteen acres a day, and the two that were left behind are simply not enough, and many are rented from other places. Even if it were, it would take nearly a week to complete it all.

The combine harvester is capable of harvesting, threshing, separating stems, and removing debris from cereal crops in a single pass.

Stopping from time to time to wait for trucks to arrive and dumping barns full of wheat grains is a hectic scene rarely seen on a normal day on a ranch.

Han Qianshan was next to the warehouse, busy directing the driver to enter and exit.

The wheat is fed into the dryer through the track, which reduces the moisture to less than 13%, which is convenient for long-term storage.

The well-informed grain merchant had arrived, and he was standing beside Father Han with a smile.

The Snow Mountain Ranch was the first to be harvested in the vicinity, and it seems that the heading rate is very high.

This means that this year is a good year, and he can make some money from it.

Seeing Martinez and Han Xuan coming over from a distance, the boy was only showing his head on the edge of the wheat field, Han Qianshan waved his hand and shouted, "Son, come here!"

The truck passed by, raising a cloud of ash, and his son did not see him when he came to him.

"How's the yield in the field?"

The boy was held in his father's arms and turned to him.

Before Han Qianshan could speak, he was told by the grain merchant next to him: "This year's yield is very good, about 40 bushels per acre, which is incredible, five bushels higher than last year!"

"One bushel is about 27.216 kilograms. ”

The father was afraid that the boy would not understand, so he explained to him.

The grain merchant nodded, and said quickly: "Han, you have to sell these to our company this year, and the old Augsegg also asked us for hedging in the past." You can rest assured, the bid is definitely the highest, how about $4.1 per bushel?. ”

Old Barton was recording the number of truck deliveries when he heard the grain merchant speak and looked up: "Dickland, your price is not right. ”

After speaking, he grabbed a handful of wheat from the bag next to him: "Look at how big the grains are, these are the best wheat, and we haven't even used chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and we don't sell them at the same price as others." ”

"Haven't used fertilizer?"

The grain merchant named Dilanke was surprised: "Then how can their production be so high?"

Father Han shrugged: "Probably because the land is more fertile, you can see the alfalfa grass here that cattle and sheep love to eat them." ”

"Sorry, I need to bring some to check before I can get back to you. Dilanke seemed to be a little unconvinced, and said after a moment of silence.

Han Qianshan nodded, took some empty bags to him, and stretched out his hand to signal for random picking.

This is a necessary step in the sale of grain, and the Federal Department of Agriculture, the American Wheat Association, and the Federal Grain Inspection Service classify wheat into five grades: 1 to 5, each with a corresponding price.

Dilanke has just come out with a level 4 price, which is obviously a bit on the low side.

"I won't sell all of this wheat, I also need some when the livestock in the pasture are fattened, about 10% will be left, please reply as soon as possible after the inspection. ”

"Yes sir, the inspection doesn't take long, I'll be back in the afternoon. ”

Dillanc finished speaking and entered the barn, and left with a few bags in his hand.

The dried wheat flows out of the machine, is packed into sacks and pulled to the storage room.

The old cowboy pinched his eyebrows, looking a little tired.

Seeing another car coming, he wrote a number in his notebook, turned his head and said, "I haven't had such experience before, and it seems that there are not enough people in our ranch." ”

"How much is missing?" Father Han asked, seeing that the truck could only temporarily dump the wheat grains at the door, piled up like a hill, and he didn't know whether to laugh or not.

"At least twenty more, and if it rains in a few days, they'll get moldy in the warehouse. Old Patton was worried, and after talking for so long, the door of the drying room was piled higher.

"It's not easy to find someone with experience at a time. Father Han scratched his head and said to the old cowboy.

"Old Augsg must be like that, let's go and ask how the cowboys used to be here?"

Hearing his son speak, Han's father was stunned for a moment, and his fist slammed into his palm: "Yes, Martinez, you go and help me call Jones." ”

The black guy sighed, and was finally noticed.

He opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it down his throat again: "I'll go find him." ”

After a while, Han Xuan saw two people walking side by side.

Jones was a white man of twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, with very beautiful blond hair and a handsome face, probably from regular farm work, and his arms were thick and full of muscles.

He and Martinez came together, and it was a real picture

Old Barton squinted at it and said, "What are you doing here, go and help, look at Anderson, he is much more diligent than you!"

Martinez was startled for a moment, glanced at Old Barton, carried fifty kilograms of sacks to the warehouse, and left as if fleeing.

The old man thought he was ashamed, and nodded approvingly at his back.

"Boss, are you looking for me?" Jones hurriedly asked when he saw Old Barton looking over.

"You've been here for years, haven't you?"

"I've been here since I was eighteen, boss. ”

"Do you know how the annual wheat harvest was done when old Augsge was here? It's so busy, we don't have enough manpower. ”

Jones had just opened his mouth to speak, when the big truck drove up again.

"Boss, phew. ”

"Ah boss, I didn't mean you, phew. ”

Seeing that he was choking on the ashes and coughing, Han Qianshan patted him on the back, took a bottle of water from the table and handed it to him: "It's okay, let's talk later, rinse your mouth first." ”

"Ahem, I'm fine. Tilting his head and taking a sip of water, Jones continued: "Go to the Wheat Association, as long as you give us money, they will help us do it." ”

“…… It's as simple as that?"

"I thought boss, you were trying to save money. ”

Looking at Jones who was scratching his head and smirking in front of him, Father Han was speechless for a while, and sure enough, it was like a mountain across the line.

After a simple lunch, father and son lay down on the haystack to rest, and heard a faint sound in their sleep, which then grew louder and louder.

The boy raised his head with his hands propped up, and as they approached, small black dots gradually turned into harvesters and appeared in front of them.

I only called in the morning, but I didn't expect them to come in the afternoon.

Han Qianshan was woken up by his son, saw the harvesters, jumped off the haystack to pick up his son, and walked over there.

In front of him was a very thin old man, only about 1.6 meters tall.

He wore a Western-style hat on his head, and the wide brims covered half of his face.

"Mr. Han, yes, I'm the head of the American Wheat Association in Augusta, Williams, hello. ”

Stretching out his arms and hugging the old man, Han Qianshan pointed to the front and asked suspiciously, "How can there be so many machines?"

"Haha, it's not time for the farm to be busy, and there are a lot of free people. You have a large enough planting area here, so I arranged for them to come over. ”

Williams turned around and waved at the front harvester.

The driver inside made an OK gesture, holding the walkie-talkie and not knowing what to say, and the car behind it quickly stopped.

"You are Han Xuan, our little genius in Montana. ”

The old man came to them, stretched out his hand and touched the boy's head, turned his head to face Father Han and said, "There are a total of 62 here, plus yours, it only takes two days to cut them all, is there any problem?"

"There is only one, sir. ”

Han Xuan smoothed his hair, raised his head and asked, "When will they start?"

"Haha, anytime. ”

Williams bent down, smiled at the boy, wrinkled his old face, and muttered in a low voice, "Can you ask your dad to sell them to me?"

After speaking, he pointed to the wheat field, as if he saw Han Xuan's doubts, and explained: "Just now Dillanke came to test it, but I haven't told him yet." ”

"These are not first-class, they are super-grade!"