At 8 o'clock in the morning on January 8, local time, Makar drove his blue Ford pickup truck and parked in front of the hotel. Soon after, the three Weiran people who got the news went downstairs and got into the car.
"Our farm is in the countryside, and the journey takes about two hours, so you can take advantage of this time to rest for a while." Makar stepped on the accelerator as he spoke.
"Where's Jessica?" Katenka and Suisui, who were sitting in the back row, glanced at the little guy sitting in the child's chair between them. The former asked curiously, "Isn't she going to the farm?"
"She went to buy veterinary medicine and will meet us outside the city later."
Makar explained with some pride, "When the animals on many farms near us are sick, they turn to Jessica for help. She can treat them whether they are cows, horses, sheep or pets."
"It sounds much more reliable than a veterinarian like you," Suisui teased Wei Ran, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Are you also a veterinarian?" Makar looked at Wei Ran curiously.
"I'm not a veterinarian." Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, "I just helped an injured old man on the plane to the United States under the guise of a veterinarian."
"That flight from China?" Makar glanced at Wei Ran in surprise, "It turned out to be Mr. Carlos who you saved?!"
"Mr. Carlos?" Wei Ran looked at Makar in confusion, "What Mr. Carlos?"
"Have you not watched the news recently?"
After asking, Makar seemed to realize that foreigners like Wei Ran really didn’t need to watch local news, and simply took the initiative to explain, "A few days ago, an old man named Carlos fell down due to turbulence on the plane. Reporter
When interviewing him at the hospital, he said that an Asian veterinarian saved him, and he also hoped to use the media to find that veterinarian. Victor, that couldn't really be you, could it?"
Seeing Wei Ran looking at him, Katenka, who was teasing little Gorman, spread her hands innocently, "I thought you knew about this. Don't you watch the news?"
Watching the news? Wei Ran and Suisui, who was sitting behind him, looked at each other strangely. They were so busy recently, how could they have time to watch the news? Besides, even if they did, he had to understand the pinyin words that filled the screen.
ah?
"It seems you really don't know about this."
Katenka gloated and said, "Now there are many videos on the Internet about you treating that old guy. Many of the comments on the videos say that you use Chinese Kung Fu."
"Fucking Chinese Kung Fu..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then asked pointedly, "Is there going to be any trouble?"
Katenka naturally knew what kind of trouble Wei Ran was concerned about, and hinted with a relaxed expression, "Don't worry, you are not planning to sneak across the border. As long as you go back with the tour group, there won't be any trouble."
"That's good"
Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then asked a little worriedly, "What is the identity of that old guy named Carlos?"
"Didn't that old man give you a business card at that time?" Suisui reminded her in Chinese while probing her head.
"There seems to be such a thing"
Wei Ran immediately took out his wallet, dug out the business card with some blood stains on it, and handed it to Suisui behind him.
"Carlos Garcia" Suisui looked at the name on the business card and said in surprise, "This old man is a lawyer."
"a slightly famous lawyer"
Makar, who was driving, gloated and added, "Now people are joking on the Internet that United Airlines would rather the Asian veterinarian failed to save Mr. Carlos, at least then they don't have to worry about the other party suing them."
"Dead lawyers are indeed easier to deal with than living lawyers," Katenka joked.
"Forget it, I don't want to deal with a lawyer either." Wei Ran put away the business card handed over by Suisui and joked, "Maybe his purpose in finding me is to sue me for practicing medicine without a license."
“American lawyers really have no bottom line.”
Makar didn't know if he was thinking of some bad experience, so he subconsciously made a slightly malicious comment from his mouth.
Keeping this matter deep in his heart, Wei Ran shifted the topic to Makar's wife's veterinary work without leaving any trace.
While everyone was chatting, the pickup truck driven by Makar met up with Jessica, who was also driving a pickup truck, at a gas station. By the way, he filled up the two oil drums in the cargo bed of the pickup truck with fuel.
The cars then drove out of the city one after another.
On both sides of the road along the way, apart from the sparsely distributed woods and occasional factory farms on the dry sand and gravel land, the most common sight is the endless oil field kowtow machine.
Perhaps it was because the slow pace of these tireless and uniform kowtow machines was too hypnotic. Not long after, Suisui was the first to fall asleep. Before that, Katenka also put on a huge pair of headphones and listened to the manic sounds.
I closed my eyes during the metal music.
Although he knew clearly that the driver was Mr. Gorman's son, Wei Ran did not dare to relax too much. While chatting, he secretly remembered the road he had traveled and the general direction.
After the two cars passed around a sandy and gravel mountain that was not too high but had a lot of cacti growing on it, there were far fewer kowtow machines around, and at the same time, rows of wind turbines appeared at the end of the line of sight, and the sand and gravel
The forest on both sides of the road is also much denser.
Makar pointed straight ahead and said, "When we drive along this road to the end, we can see a circular lake. Our farm is around that lake. If you come in summer, you will know how beautiful it is there.
Already."
"Makar, how long have you been running this farm?" Wei Ran asked with a yawn.
"I've been working there since I was 20"
Makar said with a trace of nostalgia, "Later, Mr. Brown, who ran the farm, planned to sell the farm, so my friends and I took a loan to buy it."
After saying this, Makar paused and continued with a bitter look on his face, "This is the fourth year since my friends and I bought the place. Even before the loan was paid off, those rabbits and wild boars appeared.
It’s like they can copy infinitely and they can’t kill them all. I’ve been worrying in my dreams recently whether the bank will take back this farm by this time next year.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I can see that you like that farm very much." Wei Ran, who didn't know what to say, responded dryly.
"Before I bought that farm, I worked briefly at a gas station." Makar pointed to the pickup truck running in front, "It was also there that I met Jessica, and she was almost my equal to that job.
The only good memory.”
"Isn't it profitable to run a farm?" Suisui, who had woken up at some point, asked, scratching the back of Weiran's seat.
"You can't make much money, but you have a lot of expenses."
Makar responded with a smile, "But at least I live a happy life. Life on the farm is much simpler than life in the city."
Speaking of this, an endless barbed wire fence appeared on the side of the work. Makar immediately changed the subject and introduced, "From here on, this is our territory."
"Makar, how big is your farm?" Suisui asked with great interest the question Wei Ran had just wanted to ask.
"Probably less than 50 acres," Makar responded proudly.
"How big is 50 acres?" Suisui asked Weiran.
"How do I know?" Wei Ran shook his head. He didn't even know how big one acre of land in China was. How could he know how big this acre was?
"About 20 hectares, 0.2 square kilometers, it can be simply understood as a rectangle with a side length of 400 meters by 500 meters." Kajianka, who had taken off his earphones at some point, gave an extremely prepared answer.
"It sounds like a huge area," Wei Ran exclaimed.
"Of course it's big," Makar said with a smile. "The first time I brought Jessica here, she almost got lost in the oak forest, but there are bigger ones around,"
"Now it's time to have some fun..." Suisui couldn't help but muttered, and a look of anticipation appeared on her little face.
Soon, the two cars passed through a barbed wire gate with cow horns and a Texas star hanging on it, and then drove along the gravel road to the center of the farm.
There is indeed a small lake here as Makar said, but the diameter of this circular lake is less than 50 meters, and it can only be regarded as a larger pond at best.
On the west side of this pond, tentatively called a lake, is a patch of scattered oak trees. In the open space between the oak forest and the lake, there are two wooden houses about forty or fifty meters apart. Opposite the two wooden houses
, and there are several large wooden warehouses where hay is piled or cattle and horses are kept. As for the east side of the lake, it seems that some farmland has been reclaimed.
Whether it's the two wooden houses or the wooden warehouses, or the swings made of used tires on the oak trees near the house, or even the calves, foals and various poultry wandering around, everything here is in harmony with hygiene.
The initial expectations of the three people were not much different. To put it simply, this is just a typical American farm.
When everyone got off the car, two Labradors and two border collies ran over from a distance, followed closely by a man who looked about the same age as Makar, but with a slightly darker complexion.
A maroon horse came strolling over.
This man is much thinner than Makar, but he wears a very fitting denim suit. He even has a revolver in a holster around his waist, and in his other hand, he is carrying
Wearing a civilian shotgun with a scope.
"Let me introduce you."
Makar hugged a Labrador that jumped up and said with a smile, "The guy on the horse is Diego, who runs the farm with me. The tacos he makes and the tequila he makes are very good.
Of course, he also has a beautiful daughter Blanca, who you might be able to meet later."
After saying that, Makar introduced the three Weiran people again, and finally said, "They are my new friends. They are going to play on our farm for a few days. Diego, do you have any objections?"
"Of course no objection"
Diego, who had already dismounted from the horse, took off his cowboy hat and said enthusiastically, "You can play here as long as you like, but Makar, today we have to repair the barbed wire fence in the forest to the west first."
"Is it bad again?" Makar's good mood suddenly disappeared.
