House Dad’s Literary Life

Laozhang’s farm is not in the Maverick City, but in the west of it, near a small town called the Prairie.

Similar to the movie, the town does not have high-rise buildings like the city, most of which are wooden two- and three-storey buildings. However, even in the small town, its various institutions are complete, the hospital is small and large, and there are even two modern large supermarkets!

This large supermarket can not only serve the residents of the town, but also the people in the surrounding dozens of farms often come to pick up the pickups! We must know that there is no vegetable market in the country, and ingredients, daily necessities and even agricultural tools and farming machinery can be bought in large supermarkets like warehouses!

"Hey, mo!" In the year of the year, the ink crane passed the jeep and passed by the town. A middle-aged man dressed in a horse and a cowboy recognized him. His hands were pinched in his mouth and a bright whistle was blown. He greeted him.

"Hey, Barea, how are you here?" Mohe year nodded to the other side and the speed dropped. "Come to see my son-in-law, he is coming for the first time!"

Upon hearing the news, Murphy turned to Yang Lan and said: "It is Uncle Barea, the farmer of the farm next door, Hispanic. It is said that the ancestors were Spaniards who came here more than 400 years ago."

"Your son-in-law? Which one?" Barea was smiling with a smile.

"Hello!" Yang Lan quickly pressed the window and said hello to the other party. "Uncle Barea, my name is Yang Lan, you can call me Lyon."

"Yes, good, very handsome guy!" Barea sat on the horse and gave a thumbs up to Yang Lan.

"graias!" Yang Lan smiled slightly.

"Hey, can you still speak Spanish?" Barea was a little surprised.

Yang Lan changed his Spanish and said to the other party: "Well, I have learned some before."

This is his modesty, this language, like the neon language, Yang Lan is proficient, not only will listen, he can also write some simple articles in Spanish.

In the eyes of Barea, Yang Yu’s appreciation was even stronger. He also asked in Spanish: “Murphy and Xiaoyan? Have they returned?”

"Come back, and our second child." Yang Xiao smiled.

Murphy couldn't understand the Spanish, but she still heard her name, so she probed the probe around Yang Lan and smiled and said hello: "Hello, Uncle Barea!"

"Murphy, I haven't seen you for a long time! Your husband told me that you have a second child?" Barea switched back to English. He smiled and clipped the horse's belly, letting the slowing horse approach a little jeep. .

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The agricultural town has the advantages of agricultural towns. There are not many people in the town of Prairie, especially the people on the farm. They almost know each other. This way down, the ink crane year greets constantly. Yang Lan realized that his Laozhang people are here. "Status"!

However, what makes Yang Lan feel happy is the attitude of Mo Henian to himself!

Although Mo Henian faced himself, he still did not quit, but he was very active in introducing himself to his friends. He could see that he still appreciated himself, but he was not willing to express it!

Soon, Jeep drove to the farm of Mohe Nian, and Yang Lan took the sly hand and just got off the bus, and he was warmly welcomed.

The nanny, the cook, and a group of cowboys, wandered around, happily singing the songs they greeted! There is also a cowboy playing a guitar accompaniment. The level of the guitar is not mentioned, but the posture of showing anger is also a bit of a man.

"Welcome to my grandfather!" After singing the song, the Chinese chef took the lead and shouted.

A group of white and black cowboys smiled and screamed with a Chinese pronunciation that was very strangely emphasized: "Guangyin Goode!"

Really a group of enthusiastic people! Yang Lan was somewhat infected by their enthusiasm. When they sang, they took a slap and laughed and joined their strange dance.

"Thank you, thank you!" Yang Lan arched them and smiled. "You can call me Lyon, don't bother to speak Chinese, I can communicate in English."

Murphy joined the little sister and joined in. The nanny, the cook and other women saw Xiaoyan, and they all loved to go around and asked Dong to ask West.

"Small, remember me?" an old cowboy asked with a smile.

I haven't seen you for three years. I have forgotten other children, I am afraid I have forgotten things three years ago! But even if I still remember, she actually felt very strange. I saw that the little girl was embarrassed to hide behind Dad’s leg. It was not very sure. She said weakly: "Is Grandpa Ford?"

"Can you really remember? Then what about me? Do you remember me?" asked a black guy who was as tall as a bamboo pole. Don't look at how tall he is. In fact, he is only a half-size man of sixteen years old. In these two years, he is not long.

This time, I can't recognize it! The little girl stood there in a dilemma and was at a loss.

"I am Greg!" the black guy said anxiously.

A few black cowboys next to them laughed: "Greg, you can grow too ugly, who can recognize it?"

"Greg brother!" I thought about it. This time, she finally remembered the **** brother who used to look for her, but she still looked at her father with some embarrassment. "But, Greg brother is not so high. ""

"I am growing up!" Greg groaned. "Small, you are growing a lot!"

"Okay, OK, Greg, have you fed me a horse?" Mo Henian, who was a distressed granddaughter of the boat, stood up and smashed the Greg, who was a little too skinned.

"Don't you say that you can have a holiday today?" Greg narrowed his neck. Although he still had a hard mouth, he just said awkwardly and turned and ran away. "Small, come back, I am looking for you to play!"

Ford is the head of several cowboys, and he also greeted a few cowboys to go back to work.

Yang Lan, they can finally enjoy a little leisure, you can appreciate the residence of the Year of the Ink.

"The trough!"

Before I walked in, Yang Lan was shocked, and I couldn’t help but be amazed. At this moment, he seems to have returned to Gusu. The courtyard of Nuo Da is imitating the garden-style design. It feels like the Mohe year has moved a garden of Gusu.

Flowing water, small bridges, stone carvings, window carvings, and houses with powder walls and tiles give a retro feeling!

Compared with the home of Laozhang, my villa and courtyard are simply slums!

"Who is this house designed for? The master is pen!" Yang Lan couldn't help but marvel.

He didn't know that he accidentally took a man's flattering, and the ink crane's mouth in front of him was slightly tilted, and then he licked his mouth. This is another kind of performance that is proud and does not want others to know his pride. !

"I designed it!" Murphy smiled. "He used to be an architect, but he changed his mind later."

When I arrived indoors, I saw the modern interior decoration, and I thought about the classical architecture and garden design outside. Yang Hao’s admiration for the ink crane year is really like the river...

"You first go to the room to clean up, change clothes and go down to eat." Zhou Mengyu smiled and arranged for them, "Yang Lan, when we arrived, you don't have to think about cooking, we have someone to cook." Come over with Murphy and have a good vacation."

"Well, listen to your arrangements." Yang Hao nodded.

"Look, I am numb to you?" Murphy slammed into the shoulders of Yang Lan and smiled slyly.

When the ink crane year saw it, some uncomfortable said: "What is the fake? Yang Lan, you have time to work with me, let the cows live, always live in the city, and now you should experience the life of the farmers in the country!"