How to Save a Failed Farm

Except that he was almost dug out by Joseph and his wife for eighteen generations of ancestors in the kitchen and at the dining table, it was a harmonious and pleasant dinner. Lily was not the kind of pestering girl, at least she showed her sincere blessing.

It was the first time for Ye Qun to celebrate their traditional holiday with foreigners. The warm fire, yellow lights, white tablecloths, creamy soup and the golden Thanksgiving turkey roasted on the iron plate in the middle of the dining table, he was deeply received by the festival. Infected by the atmosphere, drinking a lot of wine, he felt as if he was floating when he walked out of the gate of Joseph's house, and almost fell down the steps, so frightened that Lance quickly supported him.

He was placed in the co-pilot, and Lance fed him some water. When he was helping him fasten his seat belt, Ye Qun grabbed his hand and opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely clear: "Lily has a crush on you."

"Uh..." Lance glanced at the other party guiltily, "I don't think she will now."

"You already knew why you didn't reject him before." Ye Qun squinted at him, but the sultry eyes and the drunken blush on his skin greatly reduced the deterrent effect of this slash.

Lance stared straight at him, as if colorful fireworks exploded in his head, it took him a long time to find his dry voice: "She's a girl," Lance said helplessly, "how can I refuse?" Her? I swear we never had anything."

"Girl, can't you refuse?" Ye Qun unbuttoned his seat belt in a temper, "I want to get out of the car, you bastard."

Lance was stunned by his gangster logic: "God, it's not my fault, you know I didn't mean it." He pressed Ye Qun on the seat with a little effort, like coaxing a wayward child Coax him, "I haven't paid you yet, sir."

"Yes," Ye Qun spread his hands and looked at him.

Lance knelt down and unbuckled his belt, but the pickup was roomy enough. "What are you doing?" Ye Qun asked dissatisfied.

"Don't you want to see my performance?" Lance blinked innocently, his eyes were calm and clear.

……

When Ye Qun woke up, he had a splitting headache. He touched the bag on the back of his head incredulously, his back hurt like he had fought with someone, and he was the one who was beaten violently. "Lance!" Ye Qun roared angrily. When he saw Lance rushing in with a glass of honey water in his hand, he quickly recalled what he did last night.

"No matter what I said yesterday, forget it." Ye Qun said expressionlessly.

"Sweetheart, you look so cute when you're jealous." Lance said with a little joy, and Ye Qun couldn't help throwing a pillow at him with a silly smile.The movement of his getting up exposed his naked body from under the quilt, and Lance hugged the pillow helplessly: "I'm sorry," he said guiltily, "I was too careless yesterday..."

Ye Qun glanced at the bruise on his waist and rolled his eyes, and then heard Lance continue to say: "—I didn't catch you when you fell from the car."

"What?" Ye Qun asked with a weird expression, so his backache is just because he fell down? "I thought we were in the car..."

Lance's eyes became very resentful: "You fell asleep."

"Okay." Ye Qun was a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to blame Lance for taking advantage of him in the car while he was drunk last night, but his memory told him that after Lance knelt down and gave him a mouthful yesterday Did he roll over and sit on Lance's lap, unbutton his shirt and gnaw on it, so he fell asleep after that?Poor Lance.

"Then next time?" Lance's eyes lit up after seeing his guilty expression.

Unexpectedly, this simple kid who giggles all day long will have these exciting fantasies, no man can refuse, but he is more interested in the barn than in the car.Ye Qun groaned and hugged his head, and Lance immediately handed the honey water, "Have a headache? The aftermath of a hangover, you shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday."

Ye Qun took a sip of honey water with Lance's hand, and a natural sweetness slid down the esophagus into his stomach. He felt that what he drank before was fake honey, "Isn't this the honey bought in the supermarket?"

"No, this is the fresh honey sent by Brand's family just now, the last batch of this year." Lance scratched his head, "He invited me to partner with him in the honey business."

"Sounds good." Ye Qun asked puzzledly, "But why did you find me? I've never heard you mention this person."

"Maybe it's because I'm the only young man in town who came back from the city? Maybe he wants to have some stable and long-term orders." Lance said with blank eyes.

"Did you promise him?"

"Not yet, Brand said to call him if we were interested."

"How's the farm income?" Ye Qun really doubted whether Lance's farm could make a profit, after all, he had nothing but a cornfield to produce.

Sure enough, Lance became hesitant: "Uh... isn't it too bad?"

"To be honest, I wouldn't laugh at you."

"Well, it's only about...$6000."

Ye Qun refrained from showing a horrible expression, which is already at the poverty level in the United States.But the day before yesterday, Lance bought a lot of toy dog ​​food for sandwiches without blinking his eyes. He really is just a rich second generation playing with tickets.

Lance explained pitifully: "This is only temporary, because the livestock are dead, and we only have corn as an income. But in general, small farms that rely solely on selling agricultural products are very profitable. 50% of agricultural products in the United States are produced by 2% of the large farms. So now there are many small farms that are starting to develop "off-farm" projects."

"Like honey?" Ye Qun asked.

"Yes, although the Blands were beekeepers when we first moved here, they're now going to release a naturally ripe, highly active raw honey."

It is roughly equivalent to the organic vegetables that have been booming in China for a while. Ye Qun automatically translated in his brain: "Try?"

Lance thinks that Ye Qun's way of thinking hard with his messy hair is very cute: "You have the final say, baby." He couldn't help but kissed Ye Qun, his smile was as bright as the sunshine in Texas.The closer distance allowed Ye Qun to see clearly Lance's eyelashes, which were burnt golden by the morning sun, were long and curly, fluttering slightly, like a butterfly falling into his heart.

They stared at each other for a long time like two fools, with sleepwalking smiles on their faces.The air became thicker and thicker between them like honey, pulling their distance closer and closer like an attraction. At the moment when their lips were about to meet, a "bark" quickly dispersed the room. All the ambiguous atmosphere.

"Oh, sandwich..." Lance slumped his shoulders, walked over helplessly, grabbed the puppy's two front paws and lifted it up, muttering softly, "Bad boy, we agreed that you can't come in casually."

"What are you talking to it?" Ye Qun asked suspiciously behind him.

"It's nothing." Lance turned his head and showed a bright smile. Ye Qun jumped out of bed wrapped in a blanket and barefoot, "Did you feed the sandwiches for breakfast?"

"Of course." Lance looked at his bare ankles with disapproval, and hurriedly pushed him back to bed, "Hey, you can't step on the floor barefoot, there's no heating right now, it'll be cold."

Ye Qun twitched his toes, lay back obediently on the bed, and stretched out his arms towards the sandwich: "Come here—my son, come and give me a hug."

Lance immediately hid the sandwich behind his back, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "I wasn't the first one you hugged today."

"Stop joking," Ye Qun shook his head, "Jealous with a dog?"

Lance's grape-like light brown eyes stared at him eagerly, and did not move for a long time.Ye Qun sighed in his heart, in this family, the cute sandwich can only be ranked second, and its owner can make him overwhelmed with just one look. "Okay, then come here and let me hug you."

Lance immediately gave him a warm bear hug, and stuffed the sandwich into Ye Qun's arms before Ye Qun was almost smothered to death. Ye Qun held the dog in disgust and said, "Mr. Hunter, how old are you this year?"

"Four years younger than you." Lance replied wittily.

The big fool is actually not stupid at all, Ye Qun choked for a moment, and could only vent his dissatisfaction on Lance's old-fashioned plaid pajamas.Everyone knows that Americans love to wear plaid shirts, but wearing them on a tall, fit, handsome man with a sunny face like Lance looks very reckless.

Lance's closet was driving him crazy just looking at it.There is a whole row of old-fashioned plaid shirts and the old man's vest and big pants that his father wouldn't wear, or the team T-shirts that are one size too big. Ye Qun doubts that Lance really has such things as aesthetics?This has nothing to do with straight men, it has nothing to do with him, he is also straight, but he would never buy a flannel with three colors of black, red and gray at the same time.

"Your aesthetics are not like people of this era." Ye Qun once suspected that the clothes in the closet were Lance's father's clothes, but he did not believe that an art critic with good taste would have such a bad aesthetic.

Lance looked down at his pajamas, and smiled honestly: "You're not the first person to say that."

"Who else?"

"A colleague of mine—a former colleague at the New York Daily."

Ye Qun couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Lance actually dressed like this to work on West Street. Fortunately, they had to dress more formally most of the time. This was probably the reason why Lance, a Martian, was not fired.

"You dress more rustic than the peasants in the field." Ye Qun criticized mercilessly.

"I was originally a farmer." Lance said puzzled.

"No one will dress like you when they are not in the ground!" Ye Qun couldn't bear to complain, "Did you just be dug out of the ground?"

"I think it's okay?" Lance opened the closet and looked at his half, then at Ye Qun's, and finally at Ye Qun himself, hesitantly said.