The plane finally appeared in the sky, but it was too high. Even though Nan Yi had a telescope in his hand, it was impossible for him to see the operations of the plane clearly. He just felt that the speed of the plane began to slow down after it came into sight.
After nearly half a minute, a yellow dot and several blue dots appeared on the side of the plane. The yellow dot looked slightly larger than the blue dots.
Suddenly, the blue dot became smaller in an instant, and then began to grow larger after a few seconds. Nan Yi knew that this was because the blue dot was falling faster and faster. He saw the blue dot slowly approaching, and soon several dots connected together to form a blue flower of freedom.
When the telescope could no longer accommodate both the blue dot and the yellow dot at the same time, Nan Yi's eyes began to focus on the yellow dot.
The yellow dot was getting bigger, and it was getting bigger faster and faster. When Nan Yi could vaguely see the goggles on the faces of two people, one big and one small, the parachute was opened. The open parachute dragged the yellow dot into the sky for a distance, and then slowly fell down.
Gradually, Nan Yi no longer needed the telescope. Slowly, two yellow dots, one big and one small, fell to the ground, and a childish cheer reached Nan Yi's ears.
Turning around, Nan Yi wiped the corners of his eyes, sniffed, calmed himself, put a smile on his face, adjusted the angle to make the smile brighter, turned around again, and walked towards Nan Wuwei.
Nan Wuwei, whose parachute bag had been taken off, saw Nan Yi approaching and immediately shouted to Nan Yi: "Dad, skydiving is fun."
"Um."
Nan Yi nodded, walked to Nan Wuwei, and subconsciously looked him up from head to toe. After confirming that he was not injured at all, he picked up Nan Wuwei, who was no longer fit to be held in his arms, and asked, "Do you want to go to the ranch and be a cowboy for two days?"
Nan Wuwei nodded quickly, "Yes, Dad, I also want to squeeze the abscesses out of the cow."
"Squeeze the pus. Not all of them have been squeezed out. The ranch now takes much better care of the cows than before. There are fewer and fewer cows with pus. Repair the cow's hooves. There are many cows waiting to be repaired."
Nan Yi said, waved to Chaoren, and walked towards the parking lot with Nan Wuwei in his arms. Near noon, Nan Yi and his party arrived at the Fair Play Ranch not far from Fox Town.
In the documents of Scarlett Food Group, for the sake of record keeping, both farms and ranches have only one numerical number, but often the workers on the farms and ranches will come up with their own names, such as Come on, Increase Salary, Vampire, 47, Washington, Silent Hill, and all kinds of strange names, with or without allusions.
Generally speaking, the inspiration for ranch names is mostly related to horse racing, because horses have a special place in the minds of cowboys. For example, "Fair Competition" is actually the name of a champion horse in the 1920s.
After driving to the residential area of ​​the ranch and waiting for a while, a middle-aged white man in his fifties rode a horse towards Nan Yi and his group from a distance.
The middle-aged white man was called Strong, the manager of the Fair Competition Ranch. He came in front of Nan Yi and the others, got off his horse, and greeted Nan Yi, "Mr. Adam."
"Strong, did I disturb your lunch?"
"Not really. Marco Ranch is switching from fair play today, and the cowboys are all out helping out, so lunch won't be until a little later," Strong explained.
"Oh, what a coincidence. Let's go and see which house is empty later, Strong?"
Fair Play Ranch is quite special. In addition to raising cattle, it occasionally hosts large companies that organize team-building activities. Therefore, the ranch not only has more than a dozen wooden villas for guests to stay in, but also has three or four camping areas.
"Every building is empty, but you can only live here for one day. A company from San Francisco is coming here tomorrow afternoon, and there will be a lot of people." Strong said with some embarrassment.
"It's okay, we're only staying one night and we'll vacate it tomorrow."
As he spoke, Nan Yi took out a box from the trunk and took Nan Wuwei into a villa.
As soon as he entered the villa, Nan Yi opened the box and took out two sets of cowboy clothes, one large and one small, from it, with everything from hats to shoes. The shoes were cowboy boots with a small gear at the base of the boots, which was the spur. When riding a horse, you can use it to poke the horse's ribs and the horse will run faster.
The father and son changed their clothes and came to the outside of the villa. Two motorcycles, one big and one small, were already parked there. The big one was of normal size with a bag and a shotgun tied to the rear of the motorcycle; the small one was less than 50 centimeters high, specially made, without gears, and could not run very fast.
Nan Yi put on all the protective gear for Nan Wuwei, then sat in the car next to Nan Wuwei's. He turned to look at Nan Wuwei and said, "Ready?"
Nan Wuwei stepped on the accelerator and gave Nan Yi a provocative look.
Nan Yi smiled wickedly, twisted the accelerator, released the clutch, and waited until the motorcycle flew several meters away before turning back and shouting, "Go!"
"Dad, you are a scoundrel."
Amidst the complaints, Nan Wuwei stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and sped towards Nan Yi at a speed of 20 mph.
Nan Yi controlled the speed. Sometimes he was caught up, and sometimes he drove far away. The father and son were chasing Strong in front of them.
After driving for a while, Nan Yi saw two low-flying Robinson R22 helicopters, and below them was a herd of cattle being driven to run desperately in the same direction.
He waved his hand, signaling Nan Wuwei to stop the car. The father and son turned off the engine, parked the motorcycle on the side, walked to a raised position on the grass, and looked in the direction of the herd of cattle.
No matter what it is, as long as there are a large number of it, it will become spectacular, and the same is true for a herd of cattle. Cows of various colors gather together, their limbs galloping, converging into a deafening roar. Grass clippings and black soil are picked up into the air by the cattle's hooves, and plowed by the herd, large tracts of green grass are trampled to reveal the black soil underneath.
Nan Yi felt a little distressed, but there was nothing he could do. Providing convenience for other ranches to transfer to other ranches was an old tradition among ranchers. They had all done this, and it was obviously inappropriate to emphasize the castle law in this matter.
However, watching his own pasture being trampled, Nan Yi could not feel the distant artistic conception of "the fragrance of horse hooves returning home stepping on flowers". He only felt the desolate feeling of "the chillness of my heart as I step on the grass to move to another field".
"Dad, how many cows do we have at home?" Nan Wuwei asked suddenly.
“This year, about 3.7 million.”
Nan Wuwei exclaimed: "Wow, how much beef is that?"
"You can do the math yourself. If you average out the weight of large and small cattle, the net weight of a cow is about half a ton, and the net slaughter rate is 45%."
"832,500 tons." Nan Wuwei quickly calculated the number, but he was not done yet. He continued to mutter, "Beef is 4 yuan per pound. Wow, Dad, our family's cattle can be sold for 6.66 billion."
Nan Yi smiled faintly, "First of all, the retail price you mentioned has added profit. Secondly, you are talking about the domestic price. The price of ordinary beef in the United States is about 5 times lower than that in China. 6.66 billion should be divided by 5, and then multiplied by 0.64. 852 million is the real value. There is not much profit. If we encounter cattle plague, our family will lose everything immediately."
"Alas, you keep talking about fat cows, but you are not a cattle farmer. Dad, if you don't make money, why do you still raise cattle?" Nan Wuwei said in confusion.
"Haha, Dad is saying that ordinary cows are worthless. Our family not only raises ordinary cows, but also a lot of very valuable cows, which can bring good profits. And cow hides and cow viscera can also be sold for money, which can more or less bring in some income. In addition, cow dung can be used as fertilizer."
"oh."
Nan Wuwei responded and turned his gaze back to the herd of cattle.
At this time, the herd of cattle was moving farther and farther away. Another two kilometers would put them out of the range of the fair competition pasture. According to the speed of the herd, it would only take about ten minutes.
When the cattle were blocked by the valley and disappeared from sight, Nan Yi was just looking back when he saw three wolves running fast a kilometer away. In front of them there was a smaller animal fleeing. The distance was too far to see what animal it was, but from the running shape, it could be determined that it was a hare.
Nan Yi quickly turned around, untied the Remington R700 rifle from the rear of the car, pulled the bolt to check, and adjusted the sight in one go. After the preparations were completed, he pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the three wolves, followed the wolves, and waited quietly.
The hare ran towards Nan Yi's four o'clock direction, and the wolf also chased in this direction. They were getting closer and closer to Nan Yi, and soon they were within the effective shooting range of 800 meters. However, Nan Yi was not ready to shoot. He was waiting for the wolf to knock down the hare.
No one dared to say that they had more than 80% chance of shooting a wolf moving at high speed over 700 meters away. Even if the wolf was running in a straight line at a constant speed, it would be very difficult to hit it. What's more, the three wolves under the sight were running at varying speeds, and they were not running in a straight line.
Wait, keep waiting.
Finally, the wolf running in the front pounced on the hare, bit the back of the hare's neck and bit it. After the hare died, the other two wolves approached the hare. One of them even glanced in the direction of Nan Yi while walking.
Bang!
Just because of that damn aim, Nan Yi pulled the trigger without being completely sure. As soon as the bullet flew out of the barrel, Nan Yi knew there was no hope.
The bullet takes a few seconds to fly. When Nan Yi pulled the trigger, the target wolf was picking up a hare and preparing to run away. According to the wolf's speed, even if it just accelerated, it could run six or seven meters in one second.
Sure enough, when the bullet reached the target point, the three wolves were already seven or eight meters away. When the gunshots were heard, the three wolves sped up their running speed, and in the blink of an eye, they ran another ten meters.
"Dad, your shooting skills are really bad." Nan Wuwei said sarcastically with a smile.
"Go away, you don't understand. Dad is aiming at earthworms. If you don't believe me, go over and take a look. There is an earthworm that has been broken into two sections."
Nan Wuwei stretched out his fingers and scratched his face, letting out a laugh, "Hehehe..."
Nan Yi raised his gun, quickly looked for the target, locked onto a pile of cow dung 790 meters away, and pulled the trigger instantly. A second later, the cow dung exploded, and stars filled the sky.
Pulling the bolt, ejecting the shell, and leaning the gun against his shoulder, Nan Yi pursed his lips and blew the theme song of "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly".
Seeing Nan Yi showing off, Nan Wuwei deliberately spoiled the mood and said, "Dad, I'm hungry."
Nan Yi stopped whistling and turned to look at Nan Wuwei, "Hurry up and praise Dad, Dad is great, Dad's shooting skills are amazing, hurry up, if you don't praise him, you won't be allowed to eat at noon."
"No, your shooting skills are terrible."
"You are so stubborn. I will punish you by not letting you have lunch." Nan Yi said angrily. He walked to Nan Wuwei's motorcycle, took out the key, and returned to his own car. He started the car and taunted Nan Wuwei: "Haha, I will leave you here to feed the wolves."
After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
"Oh, so childish." Looking at the motorcycle that rushed out, Nan Wuwei shook his head, sighed, and walked towards the car parked on the side, "School Beauty Auntie, let's go back."
Nan Yi, who returned to the accommodation area first, was not idle. He changed a pickup truck and came to the small river that passed through the ranch. He boarded the small boat tied to the shore, rowed the boat to the middle of the river, picked up the oar and slapped the water a few times. The fish under the water were disturbed and jumped out of the water one after another.
Nan Yi calmly protected his cheeks with his hands and waited quietly for the fish to jump into the cabin by itself.
In 1972, in order to improve the ecology, the United States introduced Asian carp from China and released them into specific rivers. After nearly twenty years of reproduction, Asian carp have become a disaster and invaded various freshwater rivers, but not the river in front of Nan Yi.
It is more like an irrigation canal than a river. It was not formed naturally, but was dug a few years ago to solve irrigation problems. The source of the river comes from the Rocky Mountains, and at the end are reservoirs on the ranch. There is a dam at the source, and the dam will fall during the flood season.
It is possible that the fish in the river have undigested fish eggs left by birds, but most of them are artificially released fish fry, such as the crucian carp, which have been improved and have no intramuscular spines.
With a splash, a crucian carp jumped into the cabin and flapped its tail, trying to jump back into the water.
Nan Yi took a look and saw that the fish was small, so he pushed the paddle forward, picked up the fish and threw it back into the water.
After waiting for a while, two more fish jumped into the cabin. Nan Yi looked at their sizes and found that they were about 15 to 20 pounds. They must be the first generation of fish that were released that year. He pushed the oar forward again, and slapped each fish on the head. Then he put down the oar, picked up two loaves of bread, broke them apart, crushed them, and threw them into the water.
In an instant, the fish lost interest in flying and started scrambling for the bread crumbs.
After bringing the fish ashore and returning to the accommodation area, a cleanly cooked Angus beef was lying on the chopping board. On the table next to the chopping board, a hexagonal basin was emitting white smoke. A small hand was controlling a pair of chopsticks to scoop up pieces of fresh and tender beef from the basin.
"Good boy, you have your cake and eat it without waiting for daddy?" Nan Yi walked to the table, snatched the chopsticks from Nan Wuwei's hand, picked up two slices of beef, dipped them in the sauce, and stuffed them into his mouth. "Hmm, it's not fresh enough. The beef was cut 20 minutes after the cow died. Next time, try the five-minute slice."
"Dad, you're so nasty."
Nan Wuwei glanced at the chopsticks in Nan Yi's hand with disdain, took a new pair from the chopstick holder and continued to eat his beef.
"Haha." Nan Yi smiled and put the chopsticks back on the table. "Eat slowly, leave some space in your stomach. There are also grilled fish and grilled beef and lamb chops."
"I know."
After a while, Strong came back with a group of cowboys, and everyone started to work together. The fresh ingredients did not require complicated cooking methods, they just needed to be cut into steaks and grilled on the grill.
Steaks and lamb chops sizzled on the grill, and the aroma floated in the air, spreading all around. Not far away, members of the Yizi Family's Fair Competition Division, who smelled the aroma, ran over here one after another, and behind them, there was a fat brown bear following closely.
"Mr. Adam, that's Walker." Strong pointed at the brown bear and introduced it to Nan Yi: "Three years ago, it was still a little bear. One night, it ran to the chicken coop on the ranch to steal eggs. I caught it and sent it to the outskirts of the forest. Who knew that it would return to the ranch at midnight the next day."
Strong shrugged. "Maybe its parents are gone, so I kept it on the ranch. Walker is very docile and won't hurt anyone. It's just..."
Nan Yi looked at Brown Bear Walker and asked, "What is it?"
Strong said with a strange expression: "You will know soon."
Nan Yi soon understood what Strong meant by "wait a minute". He saw the brown bear Walker come to Strong's side, look down on the beef and lamb chops on the grill, stand up straight, and stretch out a paw to touch Strong's pocket.
With a click, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter were pulled out of Strong's pocket and onto the ground. The brown bear Walker bent down and scratched the cigarette box with his front paws, tearing the box and revealing the cigarettes. He scratched again in the pile of cigarettes, and the cigarettes scattered even more.
Nan Yi understood that this was a brown bear with a heavy smoking habit. He stepped forward, picked up a cigarette and a lighter, put them in his mouth and lit them, then handed them to the brown bear Walker's paw.
Brown bear Walker did not extend his claws, but opened his mouth and waited.
"Is it okay?" Nan Yi looked at Strong and asked.
"Walker has lost his wildness."
Hearing this, Nan Yi nodded and carefully stuffed the cigarette butt into the brown bear Walker's mouth. Sure enough, the brown bear Walker did not make any move to attack Nan Yi. He just held the cigarette butt between his upper and lower lips and took a deep puff. One fifth of the cigarette turned into ash.
Nan Wuwei, who was eating, saw Brown Bear Walker's behavior and immediately put down his chopsticks and walked over. He stared at Brown Bear Walker smoking as if he was watching a foreign spectacle.
After five or six puffs of a cigarette, Brown Bear Walker sucked on the cigarette butt, spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and did not forget to extinguish the cigarette butt with his fat bear paws. When there was no more spark, Brown Bear Walker stood up and roared at Strong.
Hearing the sound, Strong put the beer bottle he had prepared into the brown bear Walker's mouth.
Gulp, gulp, two gulps, a bottle of beer went down his throat. Strong took out the bottle and replaced it with a new one. He repeated this three times, and Brown Bear Walker drank three bottles of beer.
After three bottles, Brown Bear Walker stood up, walked to the grill where the bighead carp was placed, and drooled as he looked at the fish on the grill.
"Mr. Adam, did you put the salt?"
“No.”
Nan Yi understood what Strong meant. He walked to the grill, picked up the two fish that were about 60% done, put them in a basin, and put the basin on the ground.
Brown bear Walker growled at Nan Yi to express his gratitude. Then he leaned down, put his head in front of the basin, opened his bloody mouth, and blew air in the direction of the basin.
"Tsk, this brown bear has become a spirit."
With a sigh, Nan Yi took a few steps back and watched Strong bring some more honey to Brown Bear Walker. The amount was not too much, and it seemed that he was controlling the amount of honey that Brown Bear Walker ate at each meal.
Another cowboy came over with a bowl of boiled corn in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. Suddenly, there was a bowl of fish, a bowl of corn, a dish of honey, and a bowl of four or five kinds of fruits in front of Brown Bear Walker.
With such food standards, if Nan Yi was the brown bear Walker, not to mention his wildness, he would have paid with a bear paw.
After watching for a while, Nan Yi, feeling guilty, took Nan Wuwei back to the hot pot table. He had eaten a lot of bear paws, and who knew if he stayed next to the brown bear Walker for too long, he would be smelled by the brown bear as an enemy of his race.
After eating and drinking, I wanted to trim the cow's hoof, but Strong said it had just been trimmed two days ago. As for squeezing the abscess, forget it. The cowshed is cleaned very diligently and disinfected every three days. The living environment is good, so the cows are not easily infected by various fungi and bacteria. In addition, they are usually inspected and any abnormalities with the cows will be dealt with.
Unable to repair the cow's hoof, Nan Yi had to take Nan Wuwei to clean the chicken coop.
There are four mobile chicken coops in the ranch. Each chicken coop can raise 2,000 chickens. The chicken coop can be towed by a pickup truck and will be moved to a new location every two days. After the chicken coop is moved, the original location of the chicken coop needs to be cleaned.
The chicken coop does not belong to the ranch, but to a poultry breeding company under the Nuwa Animal Husbandry. Fostering the chickens at the ranch is a mutually beneficial deal between the two brother units. The chickens can not only eat various insects in the grass, but also leave chicken manure to fertilize the grass. At the same time, the poultry breeding company has to pay the ranch a fee for fostering the chickens.
The chickens raised in the chicken coop are semi-free-range chickens. In addition to not being able to run around freely, they need to walk a long distance throughout their lives and live on the road all the time. Their diet is mainly insects supplemented with cereals, so the taste of their meat is better. They are not supplied to supermarkets, but only directly to Western restaurants in various places that have roast whole chicken menus.
In this breeding method, high technology is only applied on the surface. Poultry breeding companies also have assembly line chicken farms, where the utilization rate of high technology is very high, which is not only reflected in the breeding environment, but also penetrates into the chicken's internal organs.
Assembly line chicken farms depend on Western fast food restaurant chains for their survival, such as Wonderful. Wherever the restaurants expand, the chicken farms will follow. At least 200 to 300 million people around the world have eaten chickens raised by Nan Yi.
In addition, chicken feet, chicken heads, chicken butts, chicken offal, chicken gizzards, chicken intestines, chicken frames, etc., which could only be made into various animal feed additives before, may change starting next year and make their way to the Chinese people's tables.
Chicken racks, in particular, will be very affordable and are expected to become a common dish for ordinary families to improve their meals.
In his previous life, Nan Yi liked to eat chicken racks very much. He could get a big bowl of them for one dollar. Every time, he would tear off the few pieces of meat on the rack first, then chew the bones into pieces and eat them into his stomach. If he could eat cartilage, he would be lucky because it was chewy and tasted good.
Pick up some dried chicken manure from the ground, put it into a rapid test tube, shake it a few times, wait for a while to check the color change of the test solution and the size of the precipitated particles. If the test solution does not turn red and the precipitated particles are not too large, it means that the sulfur content in the chicken manure is not high, and there is no problem with the chicken's diet and no adjustment is needed.
Of course, Nan Yi's testing method is not universally feasible. Only chickens that have spent their egg period in the Shennong Nanliang breeding room can reflect a series of problems through this test. It is the crystallization of biochemistry, testing and empiricism, and is a path that Shennong Nanliang has taken on its own.
After the inspection, Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei each took a special rake to break up the chicken manure that had accumulated too much on the ground and distribute it to other grass roots.
The place was not very big, and the father and son finished their work in a short while. They got on their motorcycle and went to the nearest temperature detection louvered box to check the current temperature.
The temperature data provided by the weather station is unlikely to be accurate due to slight differences in different regions, various factors, and capital oppression. If you want to obtain the most accurate data, you can only test it yourself at the location where you need to test.
For example, when it comes to income level, Nan Yi never looks at any average income data. He always goes to his own home to take inventory and visit, which allows him to get first-hand and accurate data - he is one of the poorest people in the world, but he has more than 20 million in cash and hundreds of millions in assets.
"The temperature is fine. It won't freeze for a few hours."
With a murmur, Nan Yi took out the intercom from the shutter box, pressed the call button, waited for a while, and when a voice came from the other side, he glanced at the number of the shutter box, "Area C1071, 35 to 120 degrees water supply for two minutes, Over."
“Copy!”
After hanging up the intercom, Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei rode away from their current location on a motorcycle and stopped very close to another shutter box.
After a while, water droplets sprayed out from a sprinkler on the grass, changing direction as it sprayed. After spraying a fan-shaped area, the sprinkler no longer rotated forward, but returned along the original path.
The fermentation of chicken manure requires very high temperatures. Instead of letting the chicken manure emerge from the surface, it is better to let water carry the beneficial ingredients in the chicken manure into the mud.
After two minutes, the nozzle stopped spraying water. Nan Yi and his companions came to the nozzle to check if there was any problem with the power device. This was a normal inspection process. It needed to be inspected after each spraying. Only by paying attention to regular inspection and maintenance could the life of the nozzle be extended.
Even though small items like shower heads are not very valuable, the round trip between extra spending and savings will only take ten years, or at most fifteen years, in the long run, which is enough to put a person on the Forbes rich list.
Cleaning up chicken manure, repairing the horse pen, and clearing the weeds on the roadside are all small tasks that do not require much effort. The father and son do them with a casual attitude. Not only do they not feel tired, but they also feel relaxed and happy.
The same acre of land will have completely different mentalities if you use it for everything from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating to planting something else.
Just like the joy of harvest, people born in the 1970s and beyond basically no longer feel it. Their minds are only filled with the various hardships in the farming process. As for sweetness, it has already been monetized. Only when they have heavy money in their hands will they feel joy on their faces.
The same is true for Nan Yi. If planting a few rows of vegetables by himself is a kind of enjoyment for him, then planting more is not a pleasure, as it would become labor. He does not actually have a deep love for the land, but he foresees a bright future for agriculture.
It is very strange that in industrially developed countries, we rarely hear people talk about the importance of agriculture, but their arable land will not be turned into factories, and the land used to grow corn will not be used to grow houses.
The weeds and trees that could only grow upright were broken by the hands of garden artists, their skins were peeled off, and after being tied up and pressed, they grew into beautiful potted plants. One pot was called "Prosperity and Wealth Year After Year", another was called "Distinguished Guests Visiting", and another was called "Laissez-faire".
Each pot is beautiful and each one can be sold at a high price .
Holding a lawn mower in his hand, Nan Yi's mind was full of thoughts as he cut off the weeds that grew onto the road as the blade rotated.
Around four or five in the afternoon, the radio that had been broadcasting country music suddenly started to broadcast news.
On December 25, 1991, Gorbachev signed his last presidential decree: he resigned as Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces and handed over control of the armed forces and the "nuclear button" to Boris.
At 19:00 Moscow time, Gorbachev in the presidential office, facing the camera, delivered a speech to the nation and the world, announcing his resignation as the president of the Soviet revisionists: "In view of the situation formed after the establishment of the Commonwealth of Independent States, I will stop my activities as the president of the Soviet revisionists. This decision is made out of principled considerations.
I firmly advocate the independence of all ethnic groups and the sovereignty of the republic; at the same time, I advocate the preservation of the union state and the integrity of the country. However, the situation has developed along another path, and the policy of dismembering and splitting the country has prevailed, which I cannot agree with.
I am also disturbed by the loss of nationality of a great country by our people, which will bring very heavy consequences to all people. I believe that sooner or later our joint efforts will bear fruit and our people will live in a prosperous and democratic society. "
Amid the cheers coming from all directions, Nan Yi said quietly: "An era has passed!"