MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 11 neighbor who wants to learn kung fu

  Chapter 11 The neighbor who wants to learn Kung Fu

  When I got home, the house was almost cleaned up, and the swimming pool was temporarily left to dry. Anfeng walked around the front and back yards, and was very satisfied with the thoughtful service of the housekeeping company. After cleaning the whole house, it looked brand new and looked comfortable. The only drawback was the fee.

It costs a thousand dollars just to cut down trees. No wonder people say that American labor is expensive. I used a chainsaw to saw two trees in the backyard. In less than an hour, the thousand dollars was gone. services, he ended up signing a check for four thousand dollars.

   "They are robbing in public!" An Feng sat on the newly bought sofa and sighed.

Joanna was not surprised at all and said: "If you stay for a long time, you will find that the male owner of every household is very good at these trivial tasks, such as weeding, building Huaping, repairing household appliances, etc., isn't it? They know a lot, but labor costs are high.”

   "It seems that I will have to study hard in the future." An Feng wrote it down in his notebook.

  Joanna said: "You are so careful."

"Thank you for the compliment." An Feng learned the self-confidence of Americans, "By the way, apart from cleaning, I think this place is a little cleaner. I also want to raise a dog and buy a few horses. You can also see a 20-acre property below. It's a waste of a small racecourse to be empty. What's your suggestion?"

Joanna thought for a while and said, "I can take you to the city to buy dogs tomorrow. As for raising horses, I have seen the environment in your place. The quality of the sand is average. Fortunately, there are few gravels. It is right to run a horse." The horseshoe damage is small, and it is generally okay, but there is no large horse market nearby."

   It sounds like Joanna is quite professional, but An Feng rarely rides a horse on a formal occasion in China, that is, seeing that there is a stable here, it is just a whim. "You don't need to be so professional. I just want to buy a few horses for fun. You can also see that the venue here is too small."

   "Oh, in that case, I'll help you pay attention to the sales information around. Don't rush to buy a horse." Joanna said.

  The next day An Feng and Joanna set off.

An Feng was visiting a pet store in the city. He walked around and saw that there were many kinds of pet dogs, but none of them met his standards. What he wanted was a medium-to-large dog. Be smart, the best. It's a hunting dog, such as a German shepherd, but the only thing here is a second-hand husky.

  An Feng expressed his thoughts to Joanna who was teasing the animal dog. Without saying a word, she took An Feng to Obisburg. This time it was a bit far away, but after arriving, it proved that the hard work was not in vain. The famous hounds are sold, and there are some fierce fighting dogs such as Argentine Dogo and American Pitt.

An Feng finally chose two pedigreed flat-haired touring hounds, only a few months old, dark, intelligent, calm, and not aggressive. Although they are not suitable for guarding homes, they are strong and easy to train. Able to hunt in fields, forests, etc., good at tracking, etc.

  The store offered a price of two thousand dollars each, and suggested An Feng to train it as a hound, emphasizing that it was not a pet dog that was held in his arms and slept on the bed, and his tone was even reluctant. An Feng said that he wanted to raise them in the vineyard for fighting with mice, and then the two sides traded them readily.

Taking home two puppies that are easily mistaken for "Black Golden Retriever" in China, and after careful consideration, they were named "Er Tiao" and "Fat Cai", and then suffered merciless contempt from Joanna. She stayed in Hong Kong, I know how to pronounce the Chinese quintessence, so I can hear the vulgarity in it.

An Feng scratched his head. He really didn't have much skill in naming names. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally changed them to "Pipi" and "Eggy", both in Chinese and English are easy to pronounce. Joanna listened to it several times. Finally, seeing that he really worked hard, he finally voted for it.

Both Pippi and Eggy have been weaned, and it is enough to feed them a little dog food. When An Feng has nothing to do, he likes to drive a quad bike, put the two little guys in the hanging frames on the left and right, and drive them at full speed. Running wildly on the dirt road, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, rolling up a cloud of smoke and dust.

   After enough trouble, it is time to inspect your own territory.

  If the area of ​​a vineyard is compared to a square, its side length is about 1.2 kilometers, which belongs to the category of "walking is tiring and driving is too fast". All-terrain vehicles just make up for these shortcomings. He occasionally drives along the edge of the vineyard, using a hammer to repair fallen stakes.

  The varieties planted in this garden, including other nearby vineyards, are mostly "Cabernet Sauvignon". He wanted to taste the taste, but the grapes were still too early to ripen. He heard from Old John that even if the Cabernet Sauvignon was ripe, it was not suitable for eating, because it was used to make wine.

  An Feng followed the pace of the workers following the wheel tracks. They usually use a pickup truck or an all-terrain vehicle to drag the mobile toilet when they travel. If not, I can't imagine running a mile while urinating. An Feng bought two second-hand pickup trucks for the workers afterwards.

  The workers are busy cutting or nursing, and adjusting the direction of the vines. The way of mechanical harvesting in the future will reduce the loss rate of grapes. An Feng followed behind to watch, and asked some questions about fertilizer and water irrigation. Not to mention, the professional background is different, and the question is particularly tricky.

  After finishing this, he went back to the house where the workers lived. The utility room was stacked with agricultural machinery, fertilizers and other items. The land in the front yard was specially reclaimed, and some vegetables were grown, mostly tomatoes. He parked his car and walked into the utility room, and came out with a few bags of fertilizer.

  In addition to enjoying life, he also wants to make some money by the way. Although there are more than 8 million in the bank, which seems a lot, but if it is really consumed, he can't even afford an airplane. Selling diamonds is a bit of a pain before you know whether it is natural or artificial.

  He put his idea on plant fertilizers. Last time he was rejected in China, he was not discouraged. When he met someone who knew the goods, he would definitely make a lot of money by selling them.

Jessie, a female worker in the vineyard, drove back to pick up things, and saw An Feng standing under the sun, staring at the bag of fertilizer in his hand, and two black puppies were chasing him, biting his trouser legs, He couldn't help smiling and asked, "Hey, boss, what are you doing?"

  An Feng saw Jessie in a cowgirl outfit, and thought she should know better than himself, so he walked over and asked, "Do you know how to translate the abbreviations of these ingredients?"

  Jessie took the fertilizer bag and looked at it: "This is for fertilizing tomatoes. It should be a nitrogen and phosphorus compound, right? What are you looking at?"

   "I'm curious." An Feng said with a smile. The cowgirl didn't believe it, so he had no choice but to say, "Well, I have studied in college before."

   "Oh, you are amazing." Jessie understood, "Boss, I just need you for something."

"What's up?"

  Jessie pointed to a road in the vineyard: "Our neighbors, the Bury family want to use this way to pass through, and I just want to talk to you about it."

  An Feng glanced at the car she was driving, and said, "Let's talk as we walk."

According to Jessie's explanation, it turned out that Bury's convoy had encountered a traffic jam at the other end, because there happened to be a family unloading their goods, and they couldn't get through. The dirt road of Fengfeng Vineyard, but they are not allowed to trespass without the owner's permission.

  He meets the Berry family that Jessie spoke of on the edge of the vineyard.

"Hello, Mark Burry!" The person who greeted him was a white male in his early fifties, dressed in typical denim, plaid shirt, round-brimmed hat and jeans. The other party shook, and then said: "Feng An, nice to meet you!"

  The old cowboy Mark said: "Mr. An, I hope to drive through this road of your vineyard, three cars, two round trips, is that okay?"

   "No problem. Are three cars enough? I can help." An Feng said.

The old cowboy smiled: "Thank you for your understanding, three cars are enough, because it takes a lot of time to load them! Well, you are not like the owner of the last vineyard, the stingy Yankee, who overemphasized the inviolability of private interests! Old man John says you're a nice guy, I think you look like a cowboy!"

  An Feng gained the title of "Cowboy".

  He stood by the exit and watched for a while. Three cars pulled some machinery and drove past. It looked like they were going to be used on the farm. An Feng didn't ask much. After a while, Henry, the old cowboy's son, came over and greeted him—the young man's way, bumping his fists.

   "Feng, are you from China?" Henry asked curiously.

   "Yes." An Feng nodded.

   "Do you know Chinese Kung Fu?" Henry asked.

   "Know it a little bit." An Feng saw the curiosity in Henry's eyes. He learned a little bit of grappling when he was a child, and he took a special course in martial arts in college.

   "COOL!" Henry put on a messy fighting pose, "I like it, Kung Fu! Bruce Lee! 'Suit'!"

   An Feng read it silently several times in his mind before he figured out that the last word means "Master".

   "Suit, can you teach me a little kung fu?" Henry asked.

   "Aha, this..." An Feng scratched his head, what kind of "suit" material was he, and was thinking about how to reject Henry, when there was another voice behind him.

   "I also want to watch Chinese Kung Fu!" This time it was Joanna's voice, with sunglasses stuck on her nose, walking with a Labrador.

   "Me too!" This voice was spoken by Henry's sister Mary, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student. Henry glared at her: "Don't make trouble for me!"

  Under everyone's expectations, An Feng had no choice but to take them back to his home.

He recalled the kung fu movies he watched when he was a child, thanks to the machine brain, which extracted the memory and simulated the process, repeating it in his mind like a movie. The martial arts scene will appear.

   Several young people were stunned. After a few seconds, applause followed enthusiastically.

  An Feng accepted the applause of the crowd with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, he has some martial arts background. Otherwise, he would be a sinner through the ages if he would become a monkey and embarrass himself. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then went to guide Henry, who imitated a bit.

It is still very difficult for foreigners to learn Kung Fu well, because of the different concepts and environments, and because An Feng has no patience to teach, he was very enthusiastic on the first day, but after getting acquainted with each other on the second day, he also used various English abbreviations, and on the third day Just move your fingers, the fourth day, the fifth day...

  Until one day, An Feng downloaded a "Kung Fu Cheats" for Henry.

  After many days of immersion, Henry has learned that the "cheat book" is the culprit that caused the **** storm in the world, just like the Lord of the Rings that appeared in Middle-earth.

  Henry copied the video to the computer, cleaned the room specially, and changed into a Chinese exercise suit bought from Ebay. With excitement, he stared at the screen intently. A melodious, sonorous and powerful voice sounded along with the trumpet playing: the eighth set of national radio gymnastics for middle school students—the times are calling...

  (end of this chapter)