Little Life on An American Ranch

From time to time, the firewood in the bonfire crackled, or a little spark splashed from the fire, bursting out a dazzling but very short-lived spark, reflecting the two silent people sitting opposite each other.

Ow! Ow!

There was the sound of howling wolves in the distance.

The bodyguard turned his head to look at the direction where the howling sound came from, and then saw Jian Heng on the opposite side motionless like a sculpture, and thought in his heart: This man is interesting!

The bodyguards are specially trained. If ordinary people were in the same position as Jian Heng when they faced him, they would have already started looking for something to say. It is a trained way to hint or coerce Jian Heng.

It's a pity that Jian Heng can act as if he didn't see it, and remains motionless. Not only does he not respond to his actions at all, but he feels a little uncomfortable, as if the person facing him is not a person, but a towering cliff Or a bottomless clear pool, simple but extraordinary.

How can a bodyguard know that it is one thing to be trained, and another thing to put you in a lumberyard like a slave. Only those who have experienced it can understand how a person who grows or destroys there is different from being cheated. , For a person who may face death every day for almost a year, his little power is nothing!

"Let's not get up to take a look? It seems that the wolf is nearby." The bodyguard finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to ask Jian Heng.

Jian Heng looked up at the bodyguard, reached out and picked up the nearby branch, poked the bonfire, and then picked up a piece of firewood with the other hand and threw it into it.

"What do you look at, this wolf is at least ten kilometers away from us. If it came near us, the cattle dogs would have barked long ago. Besides, wolves are not stupid. They can catch prey outside, so why risk themselves? The cows that come to prey on humans, they are smart, they would rather hunt the cattle on the ranch than the cattle that are transferred, because they know that the cowboys with live ammunition are nearby!" Jian Heng said softly.

The bodyguard asked again: "Then why did the wolves beaten by Old Walsh and the others eat the free-range horses?"

Jian Heng said: "You didn't notice that the wolf's legs are a little lame. If it wasn't for the lameness, a wolf like it must be the wolf king. How could it fall into hunting horses?"

"You can see that?"

Jian Heng didn't look at him, and continued to add firewood to the fire, and then said lightly, seemingly without any emotion: "There's nothing hard to guess, first of all, it is in the prime of life, its teeth are sharp, and its physique is familiar. , if it wasn't for hurting the leg,

None of the wolves in the pack dared to come out to challenge it. Because of a leg injury, the number two in the pack took its place and drove it out of the pack. For a single wolf, these half Free-range horses are the best caught prey! If you don't stare at this, who is it staring at? It can't outrun a deer, and it can't beat a bison alone, so it has to be used, right? "

"The wolf's intelligence is still a little bit weaker. Commit yourself to the wolves to take care of your wounds and take care of it." The bodyguard felt a little pity for the wolf, and didn't know what to do.

After hearing this, Jian Heng raised his head and heheed twice: "Why do you think it hasn't thought about it? It's just that the new wolf king also knows that he can't keep it. Maybe it once lowered its posture and wanted to blend in with other wolves. It's a pity that it How can other wolves accept it like this? Sometimes animals are not worse than humans in crisis awareness, but even better than humans!"

"How big can a pack of wolves be here?" Wen Li, the bodyguard, just smiled.

The bodyguard has also seen wolves in China, but the wolves he saw were all small. There are not many places where you can see wolves in China, and the wolf species is much smaller than the North American gray wolf, so the wolves he saw were too small. Putting it in front of the North American gray wolf that I saw yesterday, I don't think it even has the courage to fight, and its physique is almost twice as light, so how can it fight.

Like the gray wolf I saw yesterday, even if it was dead, the huge jagged canines in its mouth would still make people's hearts tremble.

"Generally speaking, there are a dozen or so, and there may be twenty or thirty more. If it is bigger, it will be difficult for the wolves to find food," Jian Heng said.

It is impossible for a pack of wolves to catch several different prey at the same time. If so, another pack will inevitably be split. No wolf can be strong enough to rule a pack of more than a hundred gray wolves. Moreover, the size of the wolf pack is not determined by the wolf, but by the prey.

A dozen wolves can feed a deer, and twenty or thirty oxen can feed a bison. If there are more, the wolf pack will inevitably split. The little bosses don't do it if they don't split.

"Who did you learn Kung Fu from?" The bodyguard finally asked the question that he wanted to know.

"Kung fu?" Jian Heng glanced at the bodyguard in surprise.

The bodyguard nodded, and reaffirmed, "Yes, Kung Fu!"

"I never learned Kung Fu from anyone, I practiced it myself," Jian Heng said directly.

The bodyguard didn't believe his words, shook his head and said: "Impossible, no one can practice to such a level by themselves, and don't tell me what you learned from the United States. The Americans play differently from us, and the real The art of combat is not a concept at all."

"Could it be that you think I learned sci-fi Tai Chi from those so-called boxers in China?" Jian Heng said with a smile.

A trace of disdain flashed in the bodyguard's eyes, and then he regained his composure in an instant: "It's just a clown!"

"It's not a clown who can make money now, and it's not a clown who has a local umbrella. It's a local celebrity, and it's the guarantee of GDP. So a bunch of people let them cheat money under the guise of national quintessence. I think those who don't expose it but want to cover it up People are clowns!" Jian Heng curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Now everyone knows that the kind of liar who falls down at the first touch is a liar, but Tai Chi liars are still rampant. If Jian Heng is to say, this kind of "national quintessence" that relies on deception will be swept into the trash can of history, or it will be really shameful. .

It's like the Japanese have sorted out the particularly ridiculous things in some anti-Japanese dramas and made them into a textbook for learning Chinese.

Jian Heng especially wanted to ask those relevant departments that approved the release of these TV series, do you feel ashamed?

"Are you from Taoism?" The bodyguard didn't want to debate these things with Jian Heng. Anti-Japanese dramas and Tai Chi liars were very disdainful to help him, but he was not as indignant as Jian Heng. What country doesn't have such horrible dust.

"Almost!" Jian Heng thought for a while, and felt that this secret space seemed to belong to the Taoist school, otherwise he would have to squat in it with a big bald head, if so, Jian Heng would be entangled.

Because Jian Hengsheng doesn't like Buddha by nature, Jian Heng doesn't believe in the story about eighteen arhats protecting the king of Tang Dynasty. It was determined that it was a group of monks boasting. If Taizong Li Shimin really fell to the point of being protected by them, they would have closed the gate of the mountain and said that the benefactor would please come back. If they really saved Emperor Taizong, maybe the story of Koreans shooting blind Taizong in one eye all day long will come true.

"Which case?" the bodyguard asked again.

Jian Heng was even more surprised now: "Is this still divided?"

"...Your master didn't say it clearly when he taught you?" The bodyguard was also surprised now, and the two of them stared in disbelief.

From the point of view of the bodyguards, someone at Jian Heng's level must have been taught by a well-known master.

"Maybe he was kicked out of the teacher's school because of patronizing women who lost their feet, so I'm ashamed to mention this."

Jian Heng said nonsense, anyway, no one came to confront him, so what was he afraid of. Besides, even if someone really came to the door, what is it like to come and leave here at home? There is no search warrant from the judge, so just stay outside honestly. As a rich man, Jian Heng likes the United States.

The bodyguard was even more dumbfounded now, he was blocked by Jian Heng's words and opened his mouth like a fool: "...".

"Which sect do you come from?" Jian Heng laughed wildly in his heart when he saw his appearance, it was so refreshing, he never thought that a dead face would have such an expression, he thought: It's so fun!

I thought so in my heart, but with a warm smile on my face, I asked the bodyguard.

The bodyguard came back to his senses: "If you don't tell me, why ask me!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it!" Jian Heng didn't have the heart to ask these things. If he has the time, he might as well think about the two girls, Barley and Wheat.

Such a thought suddenly popped into Jian Heng's mind, and Jian Heng couldn't help being startled, he shook his head and said in his heart: Damn! If these two get one back, will they be able to survive the rest of their lives?

But when he thought of this, he seemed to think of the strong and powerful thighs bound by the barley and wheat tights, as well as the firm and round buttocks, and he felt a little tangled in his heart for a while.

Seeing that Jian Heng was frowning slightly, the bodyguard thought that Jian Heng was thinking about the teacher's affairs. If he knew that Jian Heng was thinking about two irrelevant girls, he would spit out a mouthful of old blood two meters away.

"Let's do two tricks?" The bodyguard waited for a long time, and found that Jian Heng hadn't slowed down yet, thinking that he really didn't understand his master's heritage, so he opened his mouth and said.

"I just learned some fighting skills, and I learned a three-legged cat!" Jian Heng said.

At this time, the bodyguard also wanted to weigh Jian Heng, so he said, "Let's order as much as we can!"

When Jian Heng heard it, everyone said so, so let's have fun! Anyway, there are grass fields all around here, and a big man in my family also fell, so he stood up and patted his buttocks.

"Okay, then let's play two!".

So the bodyguard and Jian Heng stood up facing each other, and the bodyguard gave Jian Heng a Taoist salute solemnly.

On Jian Heng's side, he hugged him indiscriminately. Through this action, the bodyguard believed a little that Jian Heng's teacher might not have taught him anything about Taoism.

After a few moves, the bodyguard was a little dumbfounded. It wasn't that Jian Heng was too good at fighting, but that Jian Heng was far from what he thought. After only a few moves, Jian Heng couldn't even handle a single move. He fell to the ground with just one touch.

"You haven't learned Sanshou?" The bodyguard is really a bit of a King Kong now, confused.

"Damn it, how are you doing this?" Jian Heng was thrown into a coma by others. Essentially, Jian Heng believed in some kind of European fighting skills, and believed in any strength and speed that equaled overthrowing others, but now he was completely given over by the bodyguards. I was confused, because my own strength and speed actually felt a little powerless to him.

When he was in the gym where the old man Xu Zhaobin stayed in New York, Jian Heng played with an old black who had fought in UFC and had quite good results. This time, he encouraged Jian Heng to fight UFC, saying that it was more profitable than being a coach. But now he was thrown like a grandson.