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Zhang Jing was chatting with Xixi when a child's scream suddenly came from the direction of the kitchen, "Daddy!"
Letting go of Sissi's rough palm, Zhang Jing looked back at the little girl Betty, who had a huge expression of surprise.
Before.
Zhang Jing had never promised the little girl to call him father, but the situation was different now. He took the initiative to greet her and opened his arms.
6-year-old Betty, wearing a thick cotton coat, ran towards Zhang Jing's arms with her short legs.
We hugged each other gently, and Betty asked cutely, "Dad, will you spend Christmas with me?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
There was still one month before Christmas. Although he was a scumbag and always looking for money, it was really necessary to stay with Sissy for the birth and confinement this time.
Betty cheered when she got the affirmative answer, hugging Zhang Jing's neck and refusing to let go.
At this time, Betty's grandmother and Sissy's mother, a round and sturdy girl named Boi, entered the kitchen from the backyard carrying a bucket of boiling lard.
"Long time no see." Boyi didn't expect Zhang Jing to come today. The last time we met was eight months ago. "Will you leave soon this time?"
Zhang Jing hugged Betty and shook his head, "No."
"Just in time." Boy placed the two barrels of pork heavily on the ground. "There is too much pork and I can't finish it. I just need someone to help."
Unlike the situation in the city, the pasture area is large and it costs almost nothing to raise a hundred chickens and ducks. They go out to find food by themselves.
The same goes for raising seven or eight pigs. The cost is very low. If you raise them every year, your family can eat them for a long time and still have a lot left over.
The point is, both chickens, ducks and pigs are part of the ecological balance of the farm.
Can't do it without them.
Letting go of Betty, Zhang Jing rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll help boil the lard. The lard residue is particularly delicious."
Boyi didn't expect that Zhang Jing likes to eat oil residue. City people rarely eat it, and people who are engaged in heavy labor prefer it more.
Xixi didn't expect that Zhang Jing could cook lard. Seeing the man busy in front of the stove, she felt happy in her heart.
Life on the farm is simple yet complicated, and there are always things to do. In addition to more than 400 beef cattle, there are also more than 100 black-headed sheep.
It happened to coincide with the collective birth time of the lambs, and Zhang Jing was busy spinning.
At midnight on the fourth day after arriving at Peak Ranch, Sissy, who was sleeping soundly at 1 o'clock on December 6, suddenly had a stomachache and her amniotic fluid broke.
No need to go to the hospital, just put warm water in the bathtub, and Ms. Boy will deliver the baby.
Zhang Jing is responsible for assisting and starting.
Because she runs a farm and delivers many babies to animals, Ms. Boy is very skilled.
In addition, Sissy had given birth to her first child before, and her second pregnancy went smoothly. It was done within a few minutes, without any fuss or surprises.
Soon, Boyi handed the crying baby to Zhang Jing, who had simply wiped it with a towel and said, "Your son."
Looking at the little man in front of him, Zhang Jing felt as if he was in another world. Before today, he seemed to be a child.
In an instant, he was already a father, and from then on he had a concern in the world.
He took the baby with wrinkled skin in his hands and held it gently in his arms. I don’t know how others felt, but Zhang Jing’s desire to make money became even stronger!
Without ignoring Xixi, Zhang Jing brought the baby to her.
As if recovering from a serious illness, Sissy's expression showed a hint of exhaustion, and her eyes were pleased as she said, "How about calling him York?"
"What does York mean?"
"Smart and frank," Cissy introduced. "History comes from Latin and English, and also means boar farmer."
Zhang Jingjing nodded and agreed, Xixi did not mention her surname, and he did not correct the surname issue.
The child was born to Sissi, and since she was not married, she theoretically had all the power to make the decision.
To her surprise, just seven hours later, Sissy got out of bed at eight in the morning.
I also plan to work in the cowshed.
"My dear," Zhang Jing helped the woman get back on the bed, "I will take care of the cowshed, you must stay in the bedroom to rest."
It's as warm as spring inside and like Antarctica outside.
"I'm used to getting up at six o'clock," said Sissy, who has a carefree personality and a cowboy image with an innocent expression. "I feel uncomfortable sleeping in bed."
"You take our son to watch TV first," Zhang Jing advised. "I'll go to the cowshed to feed the cows, and then I'll come and chat with you."
Unable to resist Zhang Jing's persuasion, Xixi had to go back to bed and take care of the baby wholeheartedly.
Zhang Jing was serious. In order to relieve Sissy's burden, he first went to the backyard to add coal and water to the boiler, and then went to the cowshed to work.
The cowshed is fifty meters behind the main house. There are more than 400 cows and calves in total, half of them are grazing outside and the other half are being fattened indoors.
What Zhang Jing has to do is mix feed, feed, and clean stool, all of which require the use of machinery.
Because Kanfan Farm also raises cattle, he can do all these things.
I was very busy until Ms. Boy, who was wide and fat, came over.
"Good morning." Zhang Jing greeted.
Boy inquired, "Do you need my help?"
"No need," Zhang Jing shook his head, "These things are easy. I have already completed most of the work."
Boy nodded and asked worriedly: "Will you fight with Sissy for custody of the child?"
"No," Zhang Jing said firmly, "but if possible, I would rather Sissi, you and the children come with me to Los Angeles."
Boy shook his head slightly, "We're not leaving the ranch."
Zhang Jing knew Bai Quan, but he couldn't help but persuade him.
"Sissy said you were a treasure hunter?" Boy asked, changing the subject.
Zhang Jing nodded. This was what he had just told Sissy two days ago.
"I heard my grandfather tell a story when I was a kid," Boy, who is in his fifties, said while chatting with his back to the bullpen:
"It is said that at the end of the Civil War, the leader of the Southern Army loaded a huge amount of wealth on a large ship and left Plano along the Trinity River in order to rise again in the future. Later, his whereabouts were unknown."
Zhang Jingwan'er, it is difficult to find the treasure with such vague clues.
There is a high probability that those Confederate Army treasures have already been divided up by someone.
But you can give it a try. It’s in Texas anyway, and it’s not too far from Peak Ranch to Plano City.
While Zhang Jing was dancing with cow dung, Wang Sisi received an invitation letter from the Black Chicken Country.
Invite her to a high-end celebrity party to be held in Paris next July.
After double-checking the contents of the invitation letter, Wang Sisi and Fan Simin both looked incredulous.
"Could it be sent by mistake?" Wang Sisi asked her best friend and sister unconfidently, "Is it normal that it appears in my hand?"
Fan Simin shook her head and said it was abnormal, "This is the top party in the world. The members come from the descendants of global royal families, business tycoons, and artists, and are between the ages of 17 and 22."
"I know, but why was it sent to me?" Wang Sisi asked, looking at the invitation letter repeatedly.
"Could it be Brother Zhang?" Fan Simin reminded.
As soon as this idea came out, Su Su called Wang Sisi's cell phone.
It turns out that this is the result of Su Su's efforts, on the condition that 9,000 pounds of antique gold be transferred from Shanghai to Xiangjiang for exhibition.
In exchange, the middleman obtained the party invitation for Wang Sisi.
"I'm late~~~~ I asked for a ticket on the way. I wish book friends good luck when they go out to pick up things. If you go to the right, you will receive blessings. If you go to the right, you will receive good luck."
