Ranch Story: Start Over

When the force is not equal, violence is the best means when intelligence cannot balance the gap.

Lin looked at Feng Ling's body shaking, and was frightened by herself, and chuckled.

"Oh, you'll be scared too."

"If you're not mentally prepared, you'll definitely be surprised."

Feng Ling said speechlessly:

"Senior sister, you just need to wait and eat, why don't you rest over there?"

"Let me have a taste. As a food critic, and for the salary my family pays you, I want to taste it."

"Tsk, just eat if you want to, why are you talking so high and mighty?"

"What's so high-end?"

“It’s high-end and classy.”

"Heh, vulgar. I want to eat this, give it to me in the wings."

Feng Ling weighed the spoon to make the temperature of the pot more even, then picked out the piece of wing that had not been heated yet and put it into a small bowl.

"It doesn't taste good when it's cold, Senior Sister, please bear with me."

"Well, I'll take care of it... I don't believe you, ah! It's delicious."

Lin sucked the soup on the surface of the warm wings, then took two bites of the meat on the wings. Although it was cold, it was still a little tough. She tore the meat strips off lightly. After chewing it twice, the meat was tender and not dry, and the taste was strong. Even the soup was not heated, it was still delicious. It tasted far better than the chicken soup she had had before.

Looking at Lin with stars in her eyes, Feng Ling looked at the soup and meat in the pot. As the mist rose, slowly, bubbles began to form in the soup. Every time a bubble burst, the fragrance escaped from the bubble and flew towards Lin, whose eyes were glowing.

Finally, Feng Ling watched the chicken soup at the bottom of the pot surging up and down. He just shook it a few times, and then one spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls... a large pot of chicken soup and chicken pieces entered the large bowl.

The chicken and mushroom soup is ready.

Compared with the one before rebirth, this is a chicken soup recipe, not the kind of chicken stewed with mushrooms in the Northeast cuisine. Of course, as long as Feng Ling wants to make it, he can make it like that, and the main effect of this chicken soup is to nourish grandpa.

The crystal clear and shiny thick soup is milky white, not the usual dark golden yellow. At this time, the chicken stewed with mushrooms and chicken is full of appetizing in the soup.

Lin moved closer to the bowl and took a deep breath. She couldn't take her eyes off it anymore and stared at the two big chicken legs in the bowl.

Feng Ling originally left the chicken legs for his grandfather to eat, but his grandfather doted on his grandson and left them for Feng Ling, so no one ate the two chicken legs.

The quality of chicken legs is the essence of a chicken. As long as the chicken legs conquer the customers, they will understand even if other parts have some defects.

Lin cast a thirsty look at him, and Feng Ling picked up the bowl:

"Come to the well platform and have some food with my grandfather. You two can each have a chicken leg."

"Is it really possible?"

Lin looked at Feng Ling and confirmed that he gave the chicken leg to her, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"If it weren't for you, Senior Sister, bargaining for me to buy so many things at the market today, I really wouldn't have saved so much money. As a thank you, it's just a small chicken drumstick. It's what I should give you."

It's no wonder that those who know how to bargain are really engaging in a verbal battle with others. In addition to being familiar with prices, the verbal confrontation and the rationality of their words all test a person's ability to respond.

Feng Ling also likes to bargain when buying things, but he is not familiar with the prices of goods in this era. According to his conservative estimate, he bought at least about yuan worth of supplies this afternoon. It seems that his cheap senior sister is really good at this.

"Grandpa, it's time to have lunch. You and Senior Sister Lin can eat together. I'll just have a few sips of soup."

Feng Ling looked at his MP. He would have to work soon, and in addition to strength, auxiliary magic would definitely be needed to coordinate with his work.

Lin's attention was all on the big chicken leg at the moment. She watched Feng Ling say it was time to eat. After Feng Qingyang picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, she picked up a small piece of chicken and put it into her mouth first.

When she took a bite, the instant touch made her feel like she was falling into the clouds. The soft and delicate taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue like fireworks. The rich aroma kept drilling into her front nostrils, tickling her sense of smell. It was truly an incomparably delicious feeling.

After putting it in the mouth, it was tender and juicy. It seemed that if I pulled harder, the big chicken leg would burst apart. The meat was extremely delicious. Although the chicken leg lost its toughness after being heated, it was soft in the mouth. With a slurp, some of the meat strips went into Lin's stomach like a little snake.

At this moment, she just wanted to feel it quietly and feel the joy brought by delicious food. At this moment, Feng Ling was her God.

Feng Ling had no idea what his senior sister was thinking as she closed her eyes. He scooped out a bowl of chicken soup with a spoon, stirred it a few times, blew it to cool it down, and drank it all in one gulp. It was not bad, and tasted similar to what he had at noon. But he didn't dare keep summer food for too long.

"Grandpa, Senior Sister, take your time eating. I'm going to work in the fields outside the door. Ring the bell to call me if you need anything."

Feng Ling took out a big bell he had just bought today from his backpack. The workmanship was average but it had a high-pitched and loud sound. The vendor in the market originally offered a price of 200, but with the help of his senior sister's eloquence, he managed to bargain it down to 100. At that moment, he was stunned.

Then hang it on the tree. There is a long ribbon at the bottom of the bell, which is used to ring the bell to call grandpa. It can be taken back in windy weather and hung under the tree at other times. When the breeze blows, the bell will sway slowly and occasionally make crisp jingle sounds.

Feng Ling put on a big straw hat, carried a big backpack on his shoulders, and went out with a hoe, bucket, and other tools. Lin ate while watching him go away. He didn't walk far and stopped 50 meters away from the well platform.

Feng Ling put down the farm tools in his hands, then stood up straight and looked at the endless fields.

If his perception of the ranch map from the system map was not that strong before, and he just felt it was very big, now, when he took a good look at the ranch, he found that the area of ​​the land was beyond his imagination.

Mayor Thomas said that when his grandfather was young, the ranch's territory was 50km*50km. Although he was too old to farm, part of the land was taken back for management. But in fact, Thomas also told Feng Ling an invisible condition.

When Feng Qingyang's descendants reopened the ranch, they only needed to pay a certain amount of taxes to regain ownership of the ranch's territory. At that time, the ranch map area could be restored to 50KM*50KM. And in fact, this is exactly the case.

Although more than half of the ranch's land was reclaimed, the government did not allow it to be used for commercial or residential development.

In the eyes of people of this era, a comfortable and safe place to live is enough, and they have not been indoctrinated with the concept that money = real estate. Besides, 14 billion people live on the map of China in 10 original worlds, and real estate may be a misunderstanding of power and magic. Merchants in this world only promote the flow of commercial goods, and are far from being able to dominate the power of a country.

In the final analysis, there are few people but abundant resources. Coupled with the desire for power, there is a saying that when there is an unequal gap in force, violence can solve everything.

Feng Ling looked at the farm tools in his hands. What should he do with such a large piece of land?