Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Texas Cowboy Town, Rattlesnake Farm.

In late October in Texas, the temperature drops rapidly in the evening, with a temperature difference of more than ten degrees Celsius between day and night, making it feel like two different seasons.

McKenna stood at the villa entrance, holding an orange Hermès gift box in her hands. When she opened it, she found a Himalayan bag inside.

McKenna glanced at it twice, closed the lid, looked up and smiled at Lin Feng:

"Thanks.

Although I don't like bags, I'm still very happy that you gave me one.

He then added, "Next time you send something, you can send a gun or a horse, either is fine."

Bags are cumbersome to carry, but take up too much space when left lying around.

McKenna is a typical cowgirl. She grew up on horseback and started participating in rodeo in her teens. She is skilled in everything from lassoing and horse training to shooting.

She speaks frankly and doesn't like beating around the bush; she's also quite guileless.

"I'll give you a tank next time."

That's great.

"I'll treat you to my secret-recipe barbecue tonight."

"Really?"

Sarah poked her head out from the living room. "That's amazing!"

McKenna also looked on with anticipation: "I have to say, I really miss this barbecue."

After eating it last time, I dreamed about it several times.

"By the way, the two pianos you bought have been delivered and are in the living room of the villa on the left."

Lin Feng: "OK"

McKenna looked at Lin Feng with a curious expression:

"Sarah told me you were a big winner in Las Vegas, winning over a hundred million dollars?"

You really are a gambling god!

Lin Feng smiled and said casually, "Just lucky."

McKenna rolled her eyes, not believing it at all.

Winning over a hundred million in Las Vegas, is that considered good luck?

Casinos all over the world would have gone out of business long ago.

However, she also knew that there were some things she shouldn't ask.

She changed the subject: "Since you don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask anymore."

What would you like to drink tonight? I'll go prepare it.

"You should drink beer when you eat barbecue," Lin Feng said.

"Okay, I'll get some German dark beer."

There are still two cases in the fridge. I bought them when I went to Austin last time, but I haven't had a chance to drink them yet.

Is that enough?

That's enough.

As night fell, a campfire was lit in the open space, crackling and popping.

Lin Feng roasted the monster meat until it sizzled and dripped with oil, the aroma wafting far and wide on the wind.

The speakers next to me were playing rap music.

This time, instead of the kind of profanity-laden black rap, they played the Chinese film "The Case of Chen Shimei".

"Upon closer inspection, it was written that Qin Xianglian was thirty-two years old and had filed a lawsuit against the imperial son-in-law..."

Americans listen to this as rap.

Although I couldn't understand what the song was about, I felt the rhythm was catchy and made me nod and sway my head; it was very energetic.

McKenna held a beer in one hand and swayed her head to the rhythm.

"The meat is cooked," Lin Feng said, and the aroma of caramelized meat wafted over.

He took one piece and handed it to McKenna first, then took another piece for Salad, and took his own last.

The monster meat was roasted until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Salad took a big bite and mumbled indistinctly, "This kind of secret-recipe grilled meat is still the best. It's nowhere near as good as those Michelin-starred restaurants in Las Vegas."

McKenna took a big gulp of beer and sighed contentedly.

"The meat is of excellent quality."

The three men sat around the campfire, eating roasted meat, drinking beer, and chatting casually.

The firelight reflected off their faces, flickering on and off.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we finished eating the barbecue.

The campfire gradually dimmed, leaving only the glowing embers flickering in the ashes.

Lin Feng, McKenna, and Sarah had also finished eating.

As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires.

Early the next morning, Lin Feng drove his Cullinan, carrying Sarah and McKenna, to the Black Lotus Farm he had bought earlier.

As soon as the car turned into the farm gate, the scene before me was completely different from the last time I came.

The swimming pool that was dug earlier has been completed, and the workers are laying tiles on the bottom of the pool and laying grass around it.

The palm trees by the pool were newly planted, their leaves still drooping, not fully recovered.

The villas next to the pool are almost finished with renovations.

The exterior walls were repainted, the doors and windows were replaced, and the roof was renovated; it looks quite presentable now.

The three of them walked around the villa, inside and out.

The living room is spacious and bright, and the kitchen cabinets are newly made.

The bedroom also had floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the swimming pool. Sunlight streamed in, making the whole room warm and cozy.

Sarah lay on the bed in the master bedroom for a moment, turned over, and said with satisfaction:

"This mattress is nice, more comfortable than mine."

McKenna walked around the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked inside: "It's empty. I'll have to buy something to fill it up later."

The foreman was a middle-aged Mexican man, short, stout, and dark-skinned, wearing a baseball cap and holding a folder in his hand.

He followed behind Lin Feng, carefully observing his expression, and asked, "Boss, is there anything else that needs improvement?"

Lin Feng stood at the entrance of the villa, his gaze passing over the swimming pool and landing on a vacant lot in the distance.

The plot of land was about half a meter higher than the surrounding area, offering a wide view and allowing one to see the distant mountain ridgeline.

"Overall, it's not bad." Lin Feng pointed to the vacant lot. "How about this, build me a new one on that vacant lot."

Upon hearing this, the foreman, Lao Mo, immediately brightened up, unable to suppress the urge to smile.

Building a new villa would be another big business deal.

He quickly pulled a tablet from his briefcase, swiped his fingers across the screen a few times, brought up more than a dozen architectural renderings, and handed them to Lin Feng with both hands:

"Boss, when building villas here, the foundation needs to be laid properly, and moisture prevention is the most important thing."

Do you want a basement?

Lin Feng took the tablet and flipped through the pages one by one.

American country style, Mediterranean style, modern minimalist style, Spanish style... He flipped to the last page and pointed to a modern minimalist style villa:

"This is it. Let's build a bigger basement to store some of our collection."

"no problem."

The foreman gave a thumbs-up, "Boss, don't worry, I'll personally oversee this job and make sure it's done beautifully for you."

He had also heard about what was happening at the Black Lotus Farm.

They held Lin Feng in even greater awe.

Lin Feng handed the tablet back to him, his gaze falling on the yellow excavator in the distance.

The excavator was parked on the open ground, its tracks covered in fresh mud, the cab door half open, and the key still in the lock.

He suddenly felt an itch to use his hands.

"Bring that excavator over, and I'll dig the basement myself," Lin Feng said.

The foreman paused for a moment, looked at Lin Feng, and then at the excavator.

But he quickly realized that whatever the boss said was the truth.

He jogged over and told the workers to drive the excavator to the open space.

Lin Feng climbed onto the excavator, sat in the driver's seat, and gripped the two control levers. "Not bad at all."

A man's big toy.

He stepped on the gas, and the excavator started up with a roar, its tracks crushing the mud as it steadily moved forward.

The technique is very skilled.

The foreman stood to the side, somewhat surprised. This boss was even better at operating an excavator than he was.

It's my own farm; I can dig however I want.

Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to speed things up. He dug one bucket at a time, first clearing away the surface turf and loose soil, and then digging deeper.

Sarah and McKenna stood in the shade of a tree not far away, each holding a bottle of water, watching him operate.

Sarah clicked her tongue in amazement: "Is there anything he can't do?"

McKenna shrugged: "Who knows?"

Anyway, since I've known him, I've never seen him stumped by anything.

Lin Feng played for half an hour before reluctantly jumping off the excavator.

The foreman quickly handed over a bottle of water, his face beaming with smiles: "Boss, your skills are better than any of the workers under me."

Lin Feng took the water. "Work hard, you'll get paid well. Hire more people, money's no object."

"A good boss will definitely ensure quality and quantity, and shorten the construction period as much as possible."

That night, Sarah and McKenna both fell asleep.

Lin Feng went to the living room and placed the two pianos inside.

One was given to Yu Lan, and the other was given to Xue Yao, Su Shi, and the other girls.

With a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already standing in the familiar backyard of the Prince's mansion.