More than 60 harvesters began to operate, and the wheat fields quickly disappeared, leaving large areas of land neatly exposed.

The supporting truck also arrived at the designated location, and the grain dryer was pulled behind it, and it had already started unloading.

Fortunately, the cables are loaded nearby, so there is no risk of power outage.

There were cars filled with grains, and after unloading the warehouse, they walked around and drove out through the back door, which lasted from the morning until now, and only had a break for lunch.

Seeing that there were more and more trucks beside him, Han's father slapped the gray in front of him, covered his son's mouth and nose, and said to them: "Let's go, let's talk in the lounge. It's a bit inconvenient here."

Han Xuan pulled away his father's hand, raised his head and asked Williams: "Special? What level is this."

"Actually, there is no level. I mean that the flour it produces is of very good quality. Apart from its delicateness, it doesn't even have a scent of black smut, and it smells a little fragrant. Other white-skinned wheats can't achieve this."

Williams said as he walked: "And it has very low pesticide content and is close to the standard of organic food, which is amazing! Top bakers and chefs will love it."

“We haven’t used pesticides!”

Old Patton was indignant and obviously cared about his slander.

Xiao Hanxuan walked to him, pulled the horn of the old cowboy's clothes, signaled him to lower his head, and whisper: "Maybe Mr. Augsger has used it before."

Seeing that he stopped talking, Williams explained with a smile: "The only thing that was detected was that it was not in the way, so where did your seeds come from?"

Han’s father touched his chin and said, “I bought this ranch more than a month ago, and those wheat are also included.”

"So sorry, I don't know much."

Hearing his words, the old man thought he didn't want to say it, and asked, "Can you do some experiments with your seeds? Don't worry, if the profits are generated, we will share them with you."

"I really don't know, Mr. Williams, if you have to do this, feel free to do it."

"Thank you so much, let's talk about how about these wheat?"

"How much can you pay? I told Dylank in the morning that one tenth of the food for the cattle will be left."

He reached out and pushed the hat on his head, Old Williams exaggeratedly: "Oh my God, did you actually feed such good wheat to those animals?"

"So the beef and mutton on my ranch is so good, and their food is the best." Han's father showed an indifferent look and spoke.

Seeing Williams' surprised look, Han Xuan looked up at his old man with a squint.

I thought to myself that when they fattened last year, they didn’t eat Grade 4 wheat, but they cooperated with them: “Or stay all of them. I like to eat noodles, and there are too many beefs at home, so they also need them.”

As soon as this was said, the old man became anxious and shook his hand and said, "This is really a waste. $7 per bushel of wheat. Mr. Han, how can you feed the cows with them?!"

"But the Japanese horse cattle in my ranch can be sold for $70 with 100 grams of meat." Han's father frowned, as if he was really thinking about his son's words.

Patton next to him touched his beard and wondered how many years it would take for the cow to eat five million kilograms of wheat.

Hearing this amazing price, Old Williams was stunned. He only earned a few hundred dollars a month. He couldn't even afford a meal of meat?

"I can make the decision to add some points, $7.2, it really can't be higher." The old man recovered and took off his hat and rubbed his gray hair: "You have to know what the shipping fee is very high now. After all, it is just wheat. We can't make much money by purchasing it at such a price."

Han's father wanted to try to increase the price. When he heard his son coughing, he couldn't help but look at him.

After getting the signal, he turned his face and smiled and stretched out his hand at Williams: "Happy cooperation, the cost of using the machine is included, and then you can give me the remaining amount with a check."

Old Williams was about to speak, but Yu Guang saw a figure and turned his head to look over. The grain merchant Dickland was growing up with his mouth in surprise.

"Hey, boy, you're late!"

Hearing this, Dylank's face turned red and rolled up his sleeves to argue with the old man.

Old Williams hurriedly lay down so gently.

...

The Hummer was driving south, and someone just heard news that Guo’s mother had already returned home.

Old Patton was taken care of by the wheat field. If you have any questions, you would call me and drive for more than ten minutes, so you don’t have to wait there.

"Why didn't I ask for a price increase just now?"

The boy sat in the passenger seat and stretched his head, turned his head to look at his father: "The American Wheat Association has a close contact with the Ministry of Commerce, the Ministry of Agriculture and the Inspection Bureau, and it will be very helpful to maintain a good relationship."

My father looked at him in surprise, and thought of driving, and turned his eyes back, laughing and scolded: "Boy, what have you learned from where did you?"

"Li Zongwu's "The Study of Thick Black" is that people need to have thick skin and dark hearts, and they can only catch big fish with long lines."

When Han's father heard his son's words, his hand shook, pressed into the grass on the side of the road before turning back, and said fiercely: "Bah, when I go back, I burned the book. Your grandfather is really, why do you show you everything?"

He was a little worried and asked, "What book did he bring to you?"

"China's "The Art of War", "Thirty-Six Records", Nickro Machiali's "The Monarch", Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations", Stendhal's "Red and Black"..."

Xiao Han Xuan said that his face turned darker after a book, and finally he couldn't help but say: "Stop, stop, stop, don't read it in the future or not! The novel you wrote is not quite good, children should read those, and cartoons are also good!"

"I'm not young anymore, I'm seven years old."

“…”

The car stopped at the door of the house. My mother was about to greet them when she saw father Han walking into the house angrily.

Guo's mother squatted down, hugged her son and asked, "What's wrong with your dad?"

He bit his lips and thought for a while, the boy spread his hands: "Just bought $7.20 just now, and he might have called my grandfather to report the good news!"

"Really? Looks so angry."

"You've read it wrong, he's happy." Xiao Hanxuan pulled his mother into the house: "By the way, an old man had successfully blackmailed..."

There are some fish scales on the grass in the yard.

The boy turned his head and looked around, but did not find the snapping turtle. It was probably because the weather was hot and he had already returned to the lake.

The kitten occupied the owner's position and lie on the rocking chair to sleep.

Han Xuan walked over, closed its mouth, and blocked his nose with his hands.

Fat Ding suddenly became angry, shook her head and pushed the boy's hand away with her short legs, opened her mouth and meowed softly, indicating her dissatisfaction.

After a few seconds, the jerky meat was placed in front of it. Fat Ding raised his eyebrows, jumped off the chair and rubbed against the boy with coquettishness, and his big furry tail was circling around.

McDull went out crazy all day and was just coming home now. Old John built a small house with wood a few days ago, put it in the yard, with brown paint on the outside, and looked very beautiful.

The mini donkey was also satisfied with his subordinates' filial piety. At this time, he walked to Han Xuan and shook his body, signaling him to help him clean up the hay. After that, he shook his butt and walked towards the wooden house.

Everything in the new house is good, but it is just to be waterproof and is more than 20 centimeters high from the ground, which makes McDull very dissatisfied.

It has short and fat legs, so it takes some effort every time it jumps up.

The sky was gradually dyed red by the sunset, and the birds began to return to their nests.

The old pudding is exhausted today.

The cowboys didn't have enough people, so they pulled it to get a few to drive away the cattle. Thousands of cows shouted, and their throats were almost hoarse.

Especially those alpacas, they actually surrounded them and planned to spit out water.

Fortunately, I hid quickly. If I get the stench, there will be a lingering smell in a few days.

Dragging his tired body, Old Pudding closed his eyes in front of the door, waiting for the arrival of dinner.

In the cabin, my mother was busy in the kitchen.

She brought back fresh sea fish from Billings, which was delicious even steamed.

There are various bags on the sofa, including new clothes for the family of three, and some peaches made from Atlanta specialties, which look very attractive.

Han’s father was lying beside him and sighed, not even noticed that his shoes were taken away by the fat man. Needless to say, it must be that the old man had taught him a lesson on the phone again.

The aroma of the meal spread out, and Pudding sniffed his nose and looked at the door, whined softly and then lay down, it seemed that its dinner time was coming.
Chapter completed!