How to Save a Failed Farm

Before leaving, they bagged the fox and the rest of the venison.There was no edible meat on the head of the deer, but Lance wrapped it anyway. Not everyone would like to have a stuffed animal head at home, but there are hunters in town who collect this, and after processing it can be used as a beautiful decorations.

It took them two round trips to load all the camping gear and more than 200 pounds of venison into the car.After driving back to town, they first visited the Joseph family and gave them enough venison to last them through the winter.

Ye Qun and Lance helped Old Joseph move the venison into the backyard. For the convenience of storage, the venison could not be put into the freezer until some processing was done.

"You must stay for dinner." Ye Qun and Lance came in from the backyard, and Mrs. Joseph pushed them to sit on the sofa immediately, "Little guy, your fathers are here." She put down the bag she had been holding in her arms. Sandwich, "I'll get you some tea."

"Come here, son." Ye Qun bent down and clapped his hands at Sandwich, waiting for Sandwich to fall into his arms as usual, "Come to Dad."

Sandwich stepped on the thick carpet in front of the sofa with four paws and scratched, staring at him with innocent blue eyes for a while, ignoring Ye Qun's expectant eyes, turned his head and walked away.

Ye Qun: "???"

"Son???" He chased after Sandwich's butt and clapped his hands, "Hey, sandwich, sandwich."

Sandwich didn't seem to hear it, and with his furry head held high, he sprinted towards the kitchen.

"Comeon, come to Dad." Lance also joined in, but Sandwich also ignored him and wanted to run into the kitchen wholeheartedly. Lance picked it up by the neck and raised it up in front of its nose. One finger, "little guy, you can't go in and make trouble."

Sandwich kept thumping in Lance's arms, barking ferociously. "It doesn't know us anymore???" Ye Qun said with a look of astonishment and hurt, "It's fine if it doesn't know you, why doesn't it even know me?"

"Hey," Lance complained, "I was the one who prepared the dog food for him, and you just cuddled him all day."

He took a ham sausage out of his pocket and peeled it open, and Sandwich pounced on him immediately, front paws laboriously resting on his calf, blue eyes widening longingly, pink tongue sticking out.Lance raised a smug smile: "Look, it still loves me."

"Come on." Ye Qun said contemptuously, "It just recognizes the sausage in your hand."

Lance successfully lured Sandwich into his arms with a ham sausage. The puppy's stomach is relatively fragile, so Lance only fed it a little.Sandwich licked the back of Lance's hand and cheek affectionately with the tip of his pink tongue.Ye Qun looked at it with complicated emotions. The husky is really a reckless dog. After living in Joseph's house for two days, he can rebel, and he can be lured back with a ham sausage. He is really an ungrateful little bastard.

Mrs. Joseph was ingenious, minced venison and made a pie. The marinated meat stuffing was wrapped in a crispy golden shell and soft inside. The rich gravy boiled with fresh mushrooms will overflow when you poke it .The matching lettuce leaves mixed with mashed potatoes and olive oil vegetable salad are refreshing and delicious. The beef is fried with wild celery, agar, tomatoes and cherries. The pan-fried pork chop is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a tangy aroma.

Lance said that Mrs. Joseph's cooking skills were very famous in the town, not to mention that for the two of them who had eaten dry bread and barbecue for three days, even ordinary farm food could satisfy them.

"Don't eat too much." While Mrs. Joseph went to the kitchen to bring fish soup, Lance reminded in a low voice, "Don't act like you enjoy it."

"Why?" Ye Qun asked suspiciously, he was picking up a piece of pie, dipped the crust into the gravy enough to stuff it into his mouth.

"Because..." Before Lance could finish his sentence, Mrs. Joseph's enthusiastic voice sounded from the dining table, "Look at you," she happily glanced at the half-destroyed plates on the table, and put down the dishcloth. The casserole was filled with milky fish soup. Ye Qun sniffed and couldn't help showing an intoxicated expression.

"Poor boys, you must be starving on the mountain. I'll go and make you some snacks. Don't worry, you will never starve at Old Joseph's house."

"That's right." Before Ye Qun could refuse, Mr. Joseph took the words, raised his wine glass, and said loudly with a red face, "To Lone Star!"

They raised their glasses in cooperation, and Lance secretly showed him a sad expression, but Ye Qun didn't take it seriously. Although there was enough food on the table, it wouldn't be too difficult to eat some more snacks.

Soon he regretted it, and Mrs. Joseph brought a heavy copper pot from the kitchen. The tangy milk fragrance made Ye Qun immediately realize what it was.This kind of cheese pot made by kneading grated cheese, seasoning with garlic and cooking herbs, adding slag-stuffed brandy and stirring to boil is the nightmare of most Chinese stomachs. The taste of sticky, dense and sticky old cheese is in Ye Qun’s heart Enough to compare with butter tea.

Ye Qun is a native of Beijing. He has never been very appreciative of foreigners adding cream and cheese to their meals.But this kind of strong-smelling cheese pot is simply unappetizing for his taste buds who are used to fried noodles, roasted duck, fried belly, boiled mutton and stewed mutton.

On the farm, he and Lance rarely ate dishes with butter, but now facing Mrs. Joseph with gray hair and a kind smile, it was absolutely impossible for him to refuse.

"Uh, Mrs. Joseph..." Ye Qun immediately stopped Lance from continuing, he suppressed the discomfort caused by the strong smell of milk and squeezed out a smile, "It's a big meal, please sit down and join us Let's eat."

Mrs. Joseph squinted her eyes with a smile, and she murmured, "That's no good, boys, the roast chicken will be ready soon, and I have to turn it over."

Ye Qun and Lance looked at each other in pain. They had some misunderstanding about the meaning of the word dim sum.

The delicacy became insipid. After they ate the roast chicken with difficulty, Mrs. Joseph wiped her hands on the apron and said in a cheerful tone: "The blueberry pie will be ready soon. The blueberries grown at home are guaranteed to be fresh and delicious."

Ye Qun and Lance had to beg for mercy, but Mrs. Joseph swore: "You are welcome, boys, I know how much you can eat. When old Joseph is your age, he can still eat another pork pie."

Incomparable, Ye Qun looked in horror at Mr. Joseph, whose waist was about as thick as two buckets, and wanted to kneel down for them.

"That's right." Mr. Joseph agreed, his bushy beard trembling with his sonorous voice.He raised the wine glass in his hand, "To the best chef in Woodlands—Lana!"

Mrs. Joseph leaned on her husband's shoulder in embarrassment, showing a shy smile on her red face with Texas characteristics, and Ye Qun was holding her belly in despair. At this moment, he hoped that the sandwich would grow up enough to eat a whole blueberry pie in an instant.

After this dinner, Ye Qun felt that he would not want to eat meat in the next few weeks, but the fox meat needed to be processed as soon as possible, otherwise it would become old and dry and lose its original flavor.The next day, they went to visit old Jack as originally planned.

The night before, Lance, according to the instructions of old Jack, skinned and fleshed the poor fox, removed the internal organs, cleaned it, soaked it in the tributary of the small lake behind the farm for four hours, and fished it out. To dry, wrap it in a bag and hang it outside the house.Before they left the next day, Lance took the fox meat off the porch and took it with him, along with the fox blood that had been in the crisper yesterday and the hundred pounds of venison.

Old Jack's lived up north, near El Paso.The area was deserted, and the only building in sight was Old Jack's cabin.

According to Lance, the old Jack is a legendary hunter. He is not a native Texan. He grew up in Yukon in northern Canada when he was a child. There are few people there, and most of the residents are scattered in the wild. It has an extraordinary hunting ability.As an adult, Old Jack became a wandering singer and brought his guitar all the way from Canada to the United States. He saved a Texas girl from the mouth of a brown bear, and was caught blind in one eye.

Now he is 75 years old, still in good spirits, and the older generation of Texans still remember his deeds of hunting bears.At that time, old Jack became famous because of this incident, and won the heart of the girl who was rescued, and settled here ever since.They used to live in the town, and after his wife died, perhaps not wanting to be hurt, the old Jack moved out of the town and built a log cabin by himself near El Paso.Continuing the Yukon's nature, he often went up to the mountains to hunt. Lance used to be a frequent visitor to this lonely log cabin. Old Jack liked him very much and gave him all his hunting skills.

The wooden house is located on a low slope, with a simple and rough style, built with logs.There is a simple sheepfold outside the house, and a few sheep are raised here and there.

Lance parked the car ten yards from the cabin and hauled sacks full of potatoes, flour, asparagus, corn, and tomatoes from the trunk.Old Jack was getting old, and it was inconvenient to go shopping in the town. Lance would bring him food regularly.

There was a pair of huge antlers hanging on the door frame. They knocked on the door, and there was a strong "coming" in the room.Soon the door opened, and old Jack, with his gray hair and a black patch over his right eye, looked like an old pirate.

He raised his thick black eyebrows when he saw Ye Qun: "You brat, you didn't tell me that you brought a boyfriend."