Chapter 27 (continued)

The chopped chicken was incredibly tender and exceptionally sweet.

Besides chicken, there was also a pumpkin he picked from the backyard in the pot.

This is the perfect season for pumpkins; they are sweet, mealy, and have a unique aroma.

After cooking the pumpkin, he threw a basket of vegetable seedlings he had picked from the backyard into the chicken soup.

After hurriedly distributing breakfast, Shi Wen someone call out from the backyard gate, "Time to eat!"

The four dogs immediately came running over, barking.

And then there's Cong Zai. Cong Zai doesn't bark, but it runs the fastest, like a black shadow, and disappears right outside the kitchen.

"Woof!" Heiwa led the dogs to sit in front of their respective food bowls, waiting for Shi Wen's command.

Ever since An Wa took Fu Wa out, Shi Wen has become increasingly strict with training her dogs to prevent them from going astray.

The food smelled so good today, and the dogs sat obediently in front of their bowls without moving an inch. Shi Wen quite satisfied.

He nodded and ordered, "Eat!"

The four dogs and one cat immediately buried their heads and began to eat voraciously.

Fu Meng and the others were drinking tea in the living room when they saw this scene and exclaimed in admiration.

Shi Wen that you take very good care of your cats and dogs.

"They're all cats and dogs, but mine isn't as obedient."

"Mine's no good either, it's always running around causing trouble."

"It didn't work before, but we've been training them more strictly lately, and they've become obedient." Shi Wen sat down and asked with a smile, "How's my milk tea?"

Fu Meng turned the teacup around, smiled, and praised, "Exceptionally mellow and fragrant."

Old Man Ma gave a thumbs up. "I've been drinking milk for most of my life, and few brands have milk as good as yours."

Another herder friend Ma Kang, asked, "Shi Wen, do you have any special breeding techniques?"

"Even if I had one, I couldn't really say," Shi Wen his hand. "There aren't any special techniques, it's just that I'm willing to spend a lot of money."

Fu Meng: "That's true too. You get what you pay for; you can't fool anyone."

We sat together and drank two rounds of tea, chatting about the ranch and the town.

Around 8:20, Shi Wen led everyone into the sheepfold.

When hiring people to do work here, they usually start around 8:30.

Shi Wen invited five people over, intending to spend a day shearing all 414 sheep.

Otherwise, it would take him a week to finish the job by himself.

If it rains in the middle of the trip, the sheep will get covered in mud and water, which would be bad.

It would be more convenient to hire someone.

He plans to shear the sheep today; all the sheep are still in the pen and haven't been let out yet.

We did feed them; it was a compound feed made from hay, grass, and soybean meal.

As soon as everyone entered the sheepfold, Old Man Ma, who was leading the way, glanced at the ewes and asked, "Are your sheep in heat?"

Shi Wen moment, then asked in surprise, "You're in heat?"

Old Man Ma pointed and said, "Over there, over there, and the one closest to the pillar, aren't they in heat?"

Shi Wen stretching their necks and peering into the sheepfold.

Fu Meng said, "Just starting your heat cycle?"

"That's true," Shi Wen said in surprise, "There was no sign of it last night."

Fu Meng: "That's probably because they just went into heat this morning. The flock was all huddled together, one went into heat, then another, and eventually the whole flock of ewes went into heat."

Shi Wen's sheep are over six months old, so it's perfectly normal for them to be in heat.

Sheep being sheared doesn't prevent them from going into heat.

The group worked in pairs, each carrying an electric wool shears, and entered the flock to begin their work.

Everyone chatted while they worked.

Shi Wen Ma Kang inquired about Wen Jia's sheep, he asked, "How are you breeding your sheep? Are you using rams or buying frozen semen directly?"

Shi Wen had already planned for this. "We should use rams. I want to breed a batch of sheep and select rams to breed generation after generation. Buying frozen semen doesn't guarantee quality control, and it would be troublesome if we bought the wrong kind."

Fu Meng: "That's true. One year, my family bought frozen semen from a white breeding sheep, and half of the lambs that came out had brown faces. They were already born, and we couldn't put them back in."

Ma Kang: "Who says otherwise? Those labels from the livestock company are all just made up."

As they talked, they started criticizing the livestock company.

However, it didn't delay the work of his subordinates.

The electric wool curler sputtered and whirred, and wool fell off little by little, quickly piling up on the ground.

The aroma of mutton fat and mutton wafted out, a unique scent of harvest filling the entire livestock shed.

Shi Wen that the people he hired were all experienced workers who could shear sheep quickly and well.

Around 4 PM, all the wool was sheared, bagged, and weighed. In the end, the total weight of pure wool was 1,738.6 jin (approximately 658.8 catties).

This number is much higher than Shi Wen imagined.

After all, he had already sheared the sheep in early June, and it's not even October yet, so the sheep growing so fast is really beyond his expectations.

Perhaps because the sheep has grown quite a bit, it has also accumulated a lot more wool.

After shearing the sheep, it's still early.

Shi Wen originally planned to settle the bill with Fu Meng and the others, then stay for two rounds of milk tea before sending them home.

Unexpectedly, the men refused to work, feeling they hadn't had enough time, so they simply took their tools and cleaned and renovated his two large livestock sheds, both old and new, as well as dozens of cattle and sheep pens.

I was moved and impressed by Shi Wen.

With so much wool at home, Shi Wen called Zhang Deyuan to ask him to come and collect it.

With nearly two thousand kilograms of wool, they can be considered a major customer.

Zhang Deyuan answered his call and, without saying a word, drove straight over in the middle of the evening.

Once home, the two didn't exchange pleasantries. Shi Wen immediately took Zhang Deyuan to see the wool. "Brother Zhang, how much can you get per pound for first-grade wool?"

Zhang Deyuan carefully felt the wool with his hand and casually said, "Seventy."

"Seventy?!" Shi Wen recalled that the last time he bought wool, it was sixty-five. "It's five dollars more expensive now?"