Dillon picked up a new guest from the airport at midnight.
Lin Shufan is about 1.7 meters tall. He looks tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a bright gaze. He is 82 years old this year. He sounds old, but at first glance he is only about 70 years old.
Because Lin Shufan is Lin Jiangmeng's father, Zhang Jing stayed up and waited for him.
Normally, older people pay attention to etiquette. As a farmer, if you don't show up, it will be regarded as disrespectful and disrespectful to the guests.
"Uncle-in-law," Xu Zehong stepped forward to greet the old man, "it's been a hard journey."
Looking at Xu Zehong, Lin Shufan's originally dazzling eyes softened.
Because he likes to practice martial arts, he takes little care of his wife and daughter. Instead, he is a son-in-law. He devotes a lot to the family, especially taking care of his children, which is something that even his father cannot catch up with.
Patting Xu Zehong on the shoulder, Lin Shufan looked at his daughter Lin Jiangmeng, "Mengmeng, daddy is here."
Lin Jiangmeng was originally a serious aunt, but at this moment she actually showed a little daughter expression and deliberately turned her head away from her old father. ..
As a middleman, Xu Zehong knew that the father and daughter needed more time to reconcile, so he pointed to Zhang Jing and introduced, "Father-in-law, this is Mr. Zhang Jing, the owner of Kanfen Farm, and he is also the employer of Mengmeng and I. Because of his Taking care of her, Mengmeng and I can make money much easier now, taking medicine has become easier, and Mengmeng’s health is getting better and better.”
He thought Lin Shufan was arrogant, but he didn't expect the old man to clasp his fists and bow deeply to Zhang Jing, "I can't repay you, but I'm deeply grateful!"
Zhang Jingyou quickly followed suit and said, "Mr. Lin, you're welcome. I need to rely on Professor Xu and Aunt Lin."
There is no bloody drama and everyone is very polite.
Because he was tired from the long flight, Xu Zehong took Lin Shufan to rest. Zhang Jing also wanted to sleep, so he spent the night in the dormitory.
After a night of silence, Lin Shufan took the initiative to find Zhang Jing early the next morning, "Mr. Zhang, where is my student?"
It was obvious that Lin Shufan wanted to stay on the farm and seemed to be working hard.
Looking around at the door of the dormitory, Zhang Jing found Mattim among a group of children.
There are about ten children attending school on the farm, including Mike's children, Dillon's children, Barbie's children, twins Yunique and Matim, and the Egyptian sister Zainab.
There are also two cowboys who are single with children.
"Mattim," Zhang Jing waved to the 14-year-old boy after New Year's Day, "come here."
"Good morning brother." Mattim greeted.
Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to rub Mattim's hair and introduced to Lin Shufan, "This is this child. His name is Mattim. He wants to be a boxer. I don't want him to be beaten to death, so I want him to learn Chinese martial arts to protect himself. "
Lin Shufan looked at Mattim. He had brown hair, a little naturally curly, short hair, and the hairstyle was like a large mushroom button on his head. He had many freckles on his face.
He is over 80 years old. This is his first time teaching foreign children, so he is a little uncomfortable.
"I am very strict with my disciples and have a lot of rules," Lin Shufan looked at Zhang Jing, "and I don't speak English, so I will inevitably use sticks to teach me. Is there any problem?"
Zhang Jing's brows were twitching. He was worried that the collision of Eastern and Western cultures would cause trouble. If there were scars on Ma Tim, the school teacher might call the police.
With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Zhang Jing reminded Lin Shufan, "You can't leave any scars on the child, otherwise the police will come to your door."
Lin Shufan disagreed, "It's easy. If I hit someone, there won't be any injuries, but it will hurt a lot."
Zhang Jing was speechless. He didn't mean that. It was best not to fight.
Looking at Mattim, Zhang Jing introduced, "This is the boxing teacher I hired from the East for you. He doesn't speak English. He is very strict in teaching students and has many rules. If you do something wrong, he will educate you with his fists." .”
Mattim didn't expect the old man in front of him to be so fierce, so he asked tentatively, "Is he very powerful? What golden belt has he won?"
Zhang Jing didn't know Lin Shufan either, so he spent money to find an agent, buy a plane ticket, and invite him to Kanfan Farm just because he believed in Xu Zehong.
"Mattim wants to see what you are capable of," Zhang Jing translated.
Lin Shufan looked around, but couldn't find a suitable target, so he asked Zhang Jing, "Can you bring a bull over?"
There were two bulls on the farm, each worth more than 700,000 yuan. Zhang Jing thought that Lin Shufan was going to compete with the bulls, so he waved to Milika who was not far away, "Bring a bull here."
It was less than a hundred meters from the dormitory to the bullpen, and Milica and a cowboy quickly brought a bull.
This is an Angus bull, weighing about 2 tons, with muscles all over its body. It is long and strong. The androgen package looks bigger than the water bag, and it is full of the smell of male hormones.
Lin Shufan didn't expect the farm bull to be so strong, one-third larger than the bulls he had seen before, but he couldn't fight with his bare hands for the first time, so he took the initiative to walk towards the bull wearing a copper nose ring and spraying steam.
"Snapped!"
Lin Shufan pulled hard with both hands, and the bull's nose ring was removed.
The cowboy was startled and immediately stopped Lin Shufan, "This will make him crazy!"
Ordinary bulls will be castrated soon after they are born. Firstly, the meat quality is better, and secondly, the character is more docile. However, uncastrated bulls will become violent when they reach adulthood.
As expected, and with Lin Shufan's deliberate provocation, the bull became manic and restless. Amid everyone's exclamations, the two-ton bull charged towards Lin Shufan with four hooves.
There was a scream all around.
Not only did Lin Shufan not hide, but he took a running start and faced the bull head-on. In the next second, one man and one bull collided hard.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Lin Shufan stood motionless on the spot; looking at the bull again, not only was its momentum stopped, it actually sat down on the ground, as if it had hit not a person, but an iron wall!
The bull opened his eyes wide and looked confused, and the onlookers also looked confused.
Zhang Jing was also so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
"My father-in-law practices hard-style Kung Fu Iron Shirt. His attacks are very heavy and heavy, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. It's also the first time I've seen him." Xu Zehong walked up to Zhang Jing and explained.
Matt had watched a Bruce Lee movie. Before anyone could react, he rushed to Lin Shufan and knelt down with a plop, "Master, please accept my disciple's three bows!"
Swish, swish, kowtow three times with a pious expression on his face.
Citizen people don't know how to be subtle. Mattim knelt down and called him master. Some cowboys also rushed to kneel in front of Lin Shufan and begged him to accept him as a disciple.
Even Milika, who has always been relatively introverted, knelt down in front of Lin Shuofan and wanted to learn kung fu.
Ruth, the veterinarian, also joined in the fun.
Lin Shufan's task was to teach only Mattim, and a row of people knelt down in front of him. He could only ask Zhang Jing for help, "Mr. Zhang, what should I do?
"You pick two talented people," Zhang Jing said, "Study in your spare time and don't delay your work."
Lin Shufan is 82 years old this year. He has been practicing martial arts since he was 5 years old. He still has a sharp eye after practicing martial arts for many years. He quickly picked out Milika from the crowd, and Yuni, who was not far away and had no interest in martial arts. gram!
"Both girls have very good physiques and perseverance, and Mattim is almost there," Lin Shufan said. "It's just that it's a little late to practice martial arts now. You can learn as much as you can, but others can't."
"What about me?" Zhang Jing was also interested, "Am I a martial arts wizard who only comes across once in a million years?"
"Mr. Zhang," eighty-two-year-old Lin Shufan said seriously, "your body has been hollowed out, and you are far inferior to these three children."
Zhang Jing has a ball of black thread on his head. Doesn’t Lin Shufan know that if he tells the truth, he will be fired?
