Little Life on An American Ranch

Jian Heng said: "Let me get some vegetables and see how your chives are growing!"

"It's only been a while, wait a little longer, don't worry, I won't hide it from your head office when it's ready to eat," Zhao Changshan said jokingly with Jian Heng.

"If you want to hide it from me, you can't hide it from me!" Jian Heng said as he walked to his side, and stretched his head to look at the vegetable seeds in Zhao Changshan's hand.

"What's the matter?"

"Mainly melons, winter melons, cucumbers, gourds, etc." Zhao Changshan shook the seed bag in his hand at Jian Heng.

When Jian Heng heard that there were even gourds, he laughed and said: "Yo, I also made a lot of them, it's quite complete."

"It's good to have a variety of melons, and it's good for those gangs of big-bellied men." Zhao Changshan said while planting the seeds in his hand on a piece of open ground at his feet.

"Planted here?" Jian Hengduo asked.

Zhao Changshan said: "Plant here first, and there is no top over there. How to plant it! Wait for the seedlings to emerge here and then transplant them there."

Jian Heng thought of his own space, so he said to Zhao Changshan: "Give me a few seeds, and I'm going to plant one too!"

When Zhao Changshan heard what Jian Heng said, he asked curiously, "You planted it? Where did you plant it?"

He asked like this, but he took a palm-sized plastic bag honestly, and then blew open the bag to fill the bag with seeds.

"I'm just planting for fun, just give me some, just a few of each kind," Jian Heng said.

"Growing for fun, okay, I'll bring you a few big watermelons, and then two winter melon seeds, and..." While filling Jian Heng with seeds, Zhao Changshan couldn't stop muttering in his mouth.

"Okay, okay," Jian Heng said immediately after seeing that the seeds were half packed in the bag.

After handing over the seeds to Jian Heng, Zhao Changshan continued to dig his own small hole in the mud, then buried the seeds, added a little natural fertilizer, that is, horse and cow dung, and finally poured a little water on it. .

In short, the work is quite serious.

After planting a row, Zhao Changshan saw that Jian Heng hadn't left yet, turned his head and asked, "Don't you want to get vegetables, why are you standing behind me, why can you get vegetables by standing?"

Jian Heng smiled and said: "I think the small shovel in your hand is good, I'm going to borrow it when you run out of it."

With the seeds, Jian Heng realized that he didn't have a shovel or shovel in his space, so he naturally fell in love with the one in Zhao Changshan's hands.

Zhao Changshan heard this, and immediately said: "This thing can only be borrowed, but you must return it to me after you use it up. This shovel is not only for planting but also for weeding. One shovel can be used for multiple purposes."

"Okay, I know cheapskate, can I send it back to you tomorrow when I run out?" Jian Heng said.

"Okay, but you'd better go home and cook. I'll put the shovel here. You can just get it when you come back after eating. Waiting here will waste your time."

Jian Heng felt that what Zhao Changshan said made sense, so he picked some vegetables in the greenhouse and went home to cook.

In the evening, the standard four dishes and one soup continued, but the two sisters, Barley and Wheat, obviously did not pay attention to eating, and helped Jian Heng bring the dishes to the table.

Before the buttocks touched the chair, each of them couldn't wait to get up.

"How is your study?" After the two sisters, Damai and Mai, finished praying before the meal, they let go of their hands and asked Jian Heng about their studies in the afternoon.

"I learned a technique, and I mastered it pretty well!" Jian Heng said.

Barley then asked, "One technique? How many techniques are there?"

"I don't know, there are about a dozen or twenty kinds!" Jian Heng's eyelids twitched to the dishes, and he couldn't stop stacking them in his bowl.

Hearing that there was only one technique, Maimai immediately showed a very disappointed expression on his face: "You learned one technique in just a few hours, did you put your heart into it? You didn't want to press us, and you just shirked it to lie to us, didn't you?" ?”

As soon as Jian Heng heard it, he immediately said: "I lied to you to do something. This is the most important method. One method has already had a little effect, and all the ones I have pressed are good!"

As soon as Jian Heng heard that wheat was talking about one kind, he immediately sold it and boasted about it.

"Then try it later?"

After Barley and Wheat looked at each other, they said in unison.

Jian Heng thought for a while and said, "Tonight, Barley can only try it first, so why don't you wait for tomorrow?"

Mai Mai was very dissatisfied and said, "Why?"

Jian Heng put down the chopsticks in his hand, lifted his arms up, and put his hands in a weak look: "See, I almost didn't stop for several hours in the afternoon, and I can only press one person at night. Who made you talk so much just now!"

Before he finished speaking, Jian Heng's weak hands immediately picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and continued to walk among the plates quickly, without any feeling of "powerlessness".

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

While eating delicious food, Jian Heng suddenly felt a huge pain in his foot, he immediately retracted his foot, and then yelled loudly at Mai.

After Mai Mai stepped on Jian Heng's foot, she ate her meal as if nothing had happened, chewing slowly and gracefully. She gently picked up a small vegetable dish with chopsticks, put it on the rice in the bowl, and then Opened his small mouth, picked up vegetables and rice with chopsticks, slowly put them in his mouth, and chewed silently.

"..." Jian Heng was speechless, so he could only draw back his feet and continue eating.

Mai Mai's posture is naturally pretending, she can't hold on without taking a few bites, and the speed of flying chopsticks and rice in the bowl will increase immediately, because if she eats like just now, she won't wait for half a bowl of rice After eating, the dishes she likes will be gone.

At the dining table of Jian Heng's family, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the meal is a war, but it is definitely not a gentleman. It is equivalent to a reduced version of the restaurant, but there is no orderly sucking sound like a restaurant.

While eating, Jian Heng relaxed his vigilance, did he feel comfortable eating, and naturally stretched out his feet again.

But this time, Jian Heng seemed to be on alert, and suddenly felt a foot stretched out, and immediately retracted, swallowed half of the food in his mouth, and muttered: "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding." Press OK! What do you mean when you keep getting stuck with me?"

"It's not my feet!" Wheat said a little aggrieved.

"It's not your feet, so who else's?" Jian Heng said while swallowing the food, then bent sideways and lifted the tablecloth to look under the table.

Seeing the things under the table, Jian Heng realized that he had wrongly blamed Mai. This time it was not Mai's feet that came over, but Erhu.

The current two tigers make Jian Heng quite speechless, not to say that the two tigers are frustrated and unattractive. Instead, Erhu is now wearing a vest, which is still orange. At first glance, it looks like a rabbit wearing a traffic policeman's particularly conspicuous reflective vest.

"Did the two tigers change their look again?"

Originally, he was going to complain, but thinking about the safety of his own feet, Jian Heng decided to take a side-by-side first, and check the wind direction before talking.

"I made two pieces, and the two tigers can wear them differently!" Damai said.

Jian Heng really wanted to say that Erhu was a rabbit, and its long hair was not white. Not to mention the temperature, even if it was ten degrees lower, Erhu could move freely in the snow. It's a pity that Jian Heng knew that telling the two sisters about this matter was like playing the piano to a cow, they didn't care about it at all, so they could only concentrate on dealing with the dishes on the table after a few words in their hearts.

After the meal, Barley and Wheat were in charge of washing the dishes, while Jian Heng set about setting up a foldable massage bed in a room, and then adjusted the temperature in the room. The oil for massage was also put out. There is no little sun in the house, so Jian Heng used warm water instead.

After everything was done, Damai came in first. We were couples and everything happened, so there was nothing embarrassing. As soon as Damai came in, he took off his robe and lay down on the massage table.

Jian Heng didn't get started yet, Mai Mai also came in, she sat cross-legged on the bed in the room, Jian Heng subconsciously glanced at her direction, and immediately found that this girl was sitting a little more boldly .

It's hard to say, Jian Heng had no choice but to look away, and put his attention on Damai's body, and began to press the acupuncture points from back to feet with both hands.

"Hiss... ah..." Barley couldn't help but let out a joyful and sour cry.

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