"Oh, it's all your fault, you insisted on stopping!"

"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, that's not what you agreed just now!"

"Who made me a child? God will forgive me."

Two figures, one big and one small, walked towards this side, with the red sun behind them. The black young man was pushing his motorcycle and lowering his head to complain to his side.

Harley's rear wheels rotated in S shape, making creaking noises from time to time. The fuel tank was also a little deformed, and pungent gasoline flowed out of the small holes and dripped down along the engine exhaust pipe.

Half of the beautiful windshield was left, and the bulls in heat were destroyed.

Martinez parked the motorcycle, and the bracket was a little deformed, so he could only let it lean against the wall. He carried the boy back and walked back, just as he was about to raise his hand to hit him on the butt, there was a tooth mark on his back immediately.

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

This is the old house of the Augsger family, but now it seems a bit depressed. There is no one living in it for more than a month, and a layer of dust has fallen at the door.

More than ten meters behind the house is the wheat field.

There are more than 2,400 acres of wheat fields, and there is no edge to see either side or vertically.

A breeze blew, stirring up waves of wheat, as if coming to a golden ocean.

These are winter wheat, sown in September last year, and the green and tender wheat seedlings have passed through the severe winter in Montana and have not matured until now.

They are half a person tall, with thorns on their plump ears and their leaves are yellow. This place is close to the Sen River, with sufficient water sources and the harvest is earlier than other families.

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

Each of them can harvest fifteen acres a day. The two left before were not enough and they rented a lot from other places. Even so, it will take nearly a week to complete them all.

The combine harvester can complete the harvesting, threshing, separating stems, and removing miscellaneous residues at one time.

From time to time, stop and wait for the truck to arrive and dump the barn filled with wheat grains. This busy scene is rarely seen on weekdays in the pastures.

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

Wheat is transported into the dryer through crawlers, reducing the moisture to below 13%, making it easier to store for long-term storage.

The well-informed grain merchant has arrived and is standing next to Han’s father with a smile.

The Snow Mountain Ranch is the first nearby to harvest, and it looks like the ear yield is very high.

This means that this year is a bumper year and he can make another profit from it.

Seeing Martinez and Han Xuan coming from afar, the boy only showed his head by the wheat field. Han Qianshan waved and shouted, "Son, come here!"

The truck passed by, and a burst of ashes were raised, and his son didn't even see him.

“How is the yield in the field?”

The boy was held in his arms by his father and turned his head to ask him.

Before Han Qianshan could speak, he was told by the grain merchants around him: "The output this year is very good, and it can reach about 40 Pu'er per acre. It's incredible, five Pu'er higher than last year!"

"One bushel is about 27.216 kg."

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. Old Augsger also asked us to hedge. Don't worry, the bid is definitely the highest, how about US$4.1 per bushel?"

Old Patton was recording the number of trucks when he heard the grain merchant speak and raised his head: "Dickland, your price is wrong."

After saying that, he grabbed a handful of wheat from the bag next to him: "Look at how big the grains are, these are the best wheat. They have never used fertilizers and pesticides. We won't sell them at the same price as others."

"Have you used fertilizer?"

The grain merchant named Dylank said in surprise: "Then why are their output so high?"

Han’s father shrugged: “Probably the land is relatively fertile. Just look at the alfalfa here, you will know that cattle and sheep love to eat them.”

"Sorry, I need to bring some to the test before I can give you a reply." Dylank seemed a little disbelief and said in silence.

Han Qianshan nodded, gave him some empty bags, and reached out to signal to choose whatever he wanted.

This is a necessary step for food sale. The Federal Department of Agriculture, the American Wheat Association and the Federal Bureau of Grain Inspection divide wheat into five levels: 1 to 5, each level has a corresponding price.

Dylank just released the 4th level price, which is obviously a bit low.

"I won't sell all these wheat. I also need to be fattened in the pastures. It will leave about 10%. Please reply as soon as possible after the inspection."

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

After Dylank finished speaking, he entered the valley field and left after a while with a few bags.

The dried wheat kept flowing out of the machine and was put into sacks and pulled into the storage room.

The old cowboy pinched his eyebrows and looked a little tired.

Seeing another car coming, he wrote a number on the notebook, turned his head and said, "I have never had such experience before, and it seems that there is not enough staff in our ranch."

"How many are there?" Han's father asked. Seeing that the truck could only temporarily pour the wheat grains at the door, piled up like a hill, and didn't know whether he should laugh.

"There will be at least twenty. If it rains in a few days, they will get moldy when they stay in the warehouse." Old Patton was worried. After talking for so long, the door of the drying yard piled higher.

"It's not easy to find someone with experience for a while." Han's father scratched his head and said to the old cowboy.

"Old Augsger should be the same. Let's ask how the cowboys here used to be?"

Hearing his son's words, Han's father was stunned and his fist hit his palm: "Yes, Martinez, go and call Jones for me."

The black guy sighed and was finally noticed.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it again in his throat: "I'll go find him now."

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

Jones is a 27 or 28-year-old white man with beautiful blonde hair and a handsome face. He probably does regular farm work. His arms are thick and full of muscles.

He and Martinez came together, and the picture was really...

Old Patton glanced at him and said, "What are you doing here? Go and help me, look at Anderson, he is much more diligent than you!"

Martinez was shocked and looked at Old Patton with guilt, carrying a fifty kilogram of macaque and walked towards the warehouse, leaving as if he ran away.

The old man thought he was ashamed and nodded in praise and nodded to his back.

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

"You've been here for many years, have you?"

"I came here when I was eighteen, boss."

"Do you know how the wheat harvest was completed every year when Old Augsger was there? It was so busy that we didn't have enough manpower."

Just as Jones opened his mouth and wanted to speak, the truck drove over again.

"Boss, bah."

"Ah Boss, I'm not talking about you, oh."

Seeing that he was choked by the ash and coughed, Han Qianshan patted his back and took a bottle of water from the table and handed it to him: "It's okay, let's talk later, rinse your mouth first."

"Well, I'm fine." He raised his head and drank a sip of water. Jones then said, "Go to find the Wheat Association. As long as you give money, you will help us."

“…it’s that simple?”

"I thought you wanted to save money by boss."

Looking at Jones who was scratching his head and smirking in front of him, Han's father was speechless. It turned out that he was like a mountain across the road.

After a simple lunch, the father and son lay on the haystack to rest. The sound was vaguely heard in their sleep, and then they became louder and louder.

The boy supported himself with his hands and raised his head. As they approached, the small black dots gradually turned into a harvester and appeared in front of him.

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

Han Qianshan was woken up by his son and saw the harvesters. He jumped out of the haystack to take his son and walked over there.

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

He was wearing a very western-style hat on his head, and his wide brim covered his face half.

"Mr. Han, right? I'm the head of the American Wheat Association in Augusta Town, Hello Williams."

He opened his arms and hugged the old man. Han Qianshan pointed to the front and asked in confusion: "How come there are so many machines?"

"Haha, it's not the busy farming time yet, and there are a lot of idleness. The planting area here is large enough, so I'll arrange for them to come."

Williams turned around and waved at the front harvester.

The driver inside gestured an OK gesture, holding the intercom and didn't know what he said, but the car behind him stopped soon.

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

The old man came to them, reached out to touch the boy's head, turned his head to face Han's father and said, "There are 62 units here, plus you can be cut all of them in just two days. Is there any problem?"

"Only one, sir."

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

"Haha, it's OK at any time."

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

After saying that, he pointed to the wheat field, as if he could see Han Xuan’s doubts, and explained: “Dirank just came to test it, but I haven’t told him yet.”
Chapter completed!