The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 527 Daolang Sheep
"If you really want to see yurts, I'll take you to the scenic area this afternoon. As for horseback riding, I advise you to be careful; it's very dangerous."

“Every year, there are news reports of people falling off horses, breaking their collarbones or ribs, or being kicked by horses and ending up in the hospital, and subsequently suing the scenic area.”

“Well, Ah Qing is an exception.”

Entering the villa, feeling the cool breeze from the central air conditioning, Tang You slumped into a chair, a look of contentment on her face, and reminded her sisters.

In fact, the stereotype that people in northern China all live in yurts is, in Tang You's opinion, somewhat absurd. In ancient times, due to the lack of such conditions and the fact that nomadic people needed to stay on the grasslands year-round, yurts were very common.

But in the early days of the Xia Kingdom, the herdsmen changed into work clothes and went to the factory to tighten screws or build tanks.

The number of yurts decreased sharply, and later, the reform of green mountains and clear waters and the standardization of animal husbandry were implemented.

Putting aside everything else, as far as Tang You knew, her former classmate's family owned a ranch, and the amount of food her classmate's sheep consumed in a single day was enough to feed a Ferrari.

The sheep and cattle live in single rooms in the factory, with central air conditioning blowing directly on them, and all of them are imported studs from New Zealand.

Long, long ago, the houses where the people of the northern border lived were similar to the bungalows in the four provinces of China, with their own kang (heated brick bed) inside. Later, they gradually became commercial housing.

Mongolian yurt.
It truly only exists in scenic areas now.

It's true that this is a major livestock province, but most people are unwilling to engage in animal husbandry. On average, it costs tens of thousands of yuan a year, and if diseases or other problems arise, they may end up working for nothing all year.

The impression that the herdsmen in northern China are wealthy is not unfounded; it's just that there are some things that those who spread the propaganda won't say.

They were indeed herders before, but now they work in the coal, oil, and rare earth industries.

They are coal bosses who made their fortunes by exploiting resource industries.

Fifty thousand live sheep, not counting breeding costs, would only fetch a little over ten million on the market.

The Land Rover, a luxury car commonly seen in Ezhou, costs three to four million yuan to buy.

A family can only raise a few hundred sheep at most. If they expect cattle and sheep to lead their family to wealth, they are better off working in the city.

Although Tang You had a lot of complaints in her heart, she didn't complain to her girlfriends.

after all
Everyone is here to have fun, not to study urban economic models and urban transformation dilemmas, or to write papers.

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"Grandpa, Grandma."

After arranging rooms for her girlfriends, Tang You led them to the lower courtyard, intending to sit for a while before heading to the meadow to check on her brother's situation.

"Come, come, have some tea."

A thin, gray-haired old man, with a cheerful expression, brewed tea for everyone. The tea set was quite unique, made of pure silver with gold embellishments, unlike the more common purple clay or ceramic teaware. Tang Jianguo said, "These..."

He had barely opened his mouth when he thought for a moment, then looked at his granddaughter and said, "Oh, right, go to the kitchen and get some salt! Otherwise, the flavor won't be right."

"That's fine, Grandpa. You should watch your diet and drink less salty milk tea! It's not good for your health." Tang You sat down in the chair next to her grandfather and said with a speechless expression.

Salty milk tea is said to be sugar-free.

However, it contains carbohydrates, high salt, and high oil.

One gram of salt in 100 milliliters of milk tea, and the oil used to fry rice is also butter?

"Go! Go! Go"

Tang Jianguo looked disgusted and waved his hands repeatedly, as if to dispel some bad luck: "I'm perfectly healthy."

"Don't talk about me like that. It's you I see playing games online every night. You're not doing your studies at all, you're just playing games all day long."

As if struck on a sore spot, Tang Jianguo, who suffers from hypertension and cardiovascular disease, turned his guns on Tang You, launching into a fierce attack to silence his granddaughter's idle chatter. "Youyou's grades are excellent; she's among the top in her grade," said Aqing, who had just sat down holding her little fox. However, the little fox in her arms, looking disgruntled, placed its paws on the table and pounded on it.
"Where's mine? Where's my fried rice and salty milk tea?"

"You're all having a good time drinking, but what about me? I've come all this way, and you don't even have a cup of milk tea?"

Although Ah Qing could hear the little fox complaining.

But she pretended not to hear and ignored the fact that iced cola was already her limit.

Although the milk tea in front of me does not contain salt or sugar, canines are generally not suitable for drinking milk.

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I sat at Tang You's house for a while, and it was almost lunchtime.

Tang You forcefully interrupted her grandfather, asked her friends about her academic performance, and quickly pulled everyone out to take a car to the grassland outside the city.

Tang You's ranch is not far from the village's self-built villa area, about two or three kilometers away. As you get closer, you can see refrigerated trucks and workers busy slaughtering sheep and cattle.

"Tang Lian! Come out here!"

Tang You ran to the collapsed sheepfold and shouted to her older brother who was talking to someone inside.

"a ha ha ha!"

Tang Lian, who is 1.93 meters tall, with a round face and a bit of a potbelly, couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh when he saw his younger sister rushing towards him with great momentum.

"It's been a few days since we last met. Does coming home feel like home again?"

"you die!"

Tang You lightly punched her older brother, looked at the collapsed sheep pen and pasture house, and said, "My friends are all here now, so I'll let it slide for now. I'll give you a good talking to when we get home tonight!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Tang Lian, Brother Youyou." Tang Lian greeted everyone with a smile.

And while they were talking.

An Sheng frowned slightly, sensing that there seemed to be some malevolent stench emanating from the ranch.

An Sheng broke free from A Qing's embrace, landed on the ground, and walked toward the area from which the malice had emanated.

A large-eared sheep with jet-black cheeks and a snow-white body, resembling the color scheme of a Siamese cat, stood beside the sheepfold, a burning cigarette dangling from its mouth.

As if noticing the uninvited guest intruding into the pasture, the ram raised its hoof, pinched the cigarette between two fingers, took it out of its mouth, glanced sideways at the little fox, and flicked the ash off.
"Dude, which gang are you from?"

"This is the territory of the Security Bureau. To work in the city, you need to report to the Security Bureau first and get an identity certificate before you can enjoy the benefits you are entitled to."

After speaking, Daolangyang flicked the cigarette ash off its hoof, put it back to its mouth, took a deep drag, and revealed a contented expression.

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Seeing the strange sheep's flirtatious appearance, An Sheng's lips twitched. He took two steps forward and spoke in a low voice, letting out a soft moan: "I am from Xia Dong, currently transferred to Chang'an City as the chief lumberjack. I'm here in the north for the National Day holiday. And what about you?"

"Chief...Chief Engineer?"

Dao Langyang looked astonished upon hearing this.

“Yes!” An Sheng said in a human voice.

"..." Daolangyang paused for a moment, then raised his hoof to rummage through the bag hanging around his neck, took out a pack of cigarettes, and skillfully tapped the bottom of the box to make the cigarettes pop out.

"Hey bro, wanna smoke one? It's freshly rolled Maba grass."

(End of this chapter)