The biggest surprise when I returned to the ranch this time was the newly built warehouse that looked particularly solid.

Even after I disappeared, Gotz still insisted on building this warehouse at any cost, as if he firmly believed that I would come back one day.

The warehouse took a month to build, covering the original stables and chicken stockings, and the edges were closer to the boundary on the east side of the ranch. What's even better is that Gotz cared about the architectural style that Dad Hook left behind, making the ranch with a structural symmetrical structure on the east and west sides.

I stood on the edge of the pasture and found that the planting areas were completely abandoned and needed to reclaim wasteland to restore the original appearance of the plantation. I will buy some seeds tomorrow and try to catch up with the last harvest of summer and subsidize my empty wallet.

The grazing areas have always performed well, except that the grass leaves are a little taller. After being rolled and ravaged by wild horses, these newly grown weeds have almost been miserable. There is no need to worry about the ecological problems in the grazing areas.

The wild horses who have lived in the wasteland for a long time have never seen this kind of lush aquatic and humid environment. They show more curiosity and interestingness to the outside world, and they also need to adapt to a period of life here outdoors, so there is no big problem with open-air grazing.

The only thing I worry about is the too thick hair on them. If you are in a place with a huge temperature difference between day and night, you can naturally keep warm and protect yourself from the sun, but if you stay in the ore town in midsummer for a while, you may feel hot.

For this reason, I recalled them one by one, grabbed the thick horse's hair with one hand and cut off the excess hair with the sickle blade with the other hand. With a rustling sound, the ground was soon covered with a layer of brown horse's hair. The original Shamatt's shape was also completely renewed.

After cutting off the horse's hair outside, I realized that the manes of these wild horses were reversal, short and upright, but had long and soft manes outside, which were completely different from wild horses with short or short forehead methods. From this point of view, it must be the result of domestic horse breeding in the wild. Their personalities are all contaminated with the temper of wild horses. They are extremely threatening and extremely aggressive when they encounter them. They also master the skill of turning around and kicking quickly.

As I cut it casually, I seemed to have awakened some of the soul of Teacher Tony and suddenly wanted to design a hairstyle for them.

Um……

The hair splitting is a bit serious, and you have to cut off the dry and damaged hair ends and do a hair care...

The bangs are too thick, and it seems that they can be thinner and dyed...

This double-sided shoveling method is quite suitable for these horse faces... It feels so lazy and easy to take care of. You can go out by just scrutinizing it in the morning...

Finally, I retained the long, flowing hair in the middle of my back, built their short hard mane, and gave them each a more domineering hairstyle.

As soon as they ran under the light, the wild horses flew freely and freely like fire. They swayed on both sides of their bodies with the breeze, and the plush and fluffy hair at their tails also jumped, looking extremely majestic.

This kind of progress...is similar to the evolution from Shamatt to the visual system!

I watched the wild horse run and pondered, and suddenly I found something biting my sleeve.

I looked down and Xiaoma was looking at the same tribe in the distance with envy:

(☆▽☆)!

...You mean you want it too?

"At a young age, I want to learn from others to grow long hair! Do you still want to perm and dye your hair? Does the school teacher allow it! Did the security guard at the door let you in! Have you done your homework? Have you reviewed the book!"

While scolding the pony, I shaved its hair cleanly and cleanly. As a pony, I still have to keep the skin dry and breathable.

Then I lifted it into the horse ring, cleaned the house again, and let it lie down and go to bed early.

But before I closed the door and left, this guy leaned his head aggrievedly on the haystack, revealing only half of his angry face:

(-`д′-)!

Isn’t this horse a teacher of Teacher Yu? Why are you so persistent about perming your hair?

…………

After solving the problem of horses, my next step is to rectify the chicken coop.

This shed is still a bit narrow, which is not enough for Alpha chickens that have initially grown into white feathers. However, the location in the warehouse is large enough and it is not afraid of sun and rain. It can serve as a venue for them to move for the time being.

The Alpha chicken, which barely deviates from the shape of a chicken, still maintains its original chick style. Whenever there is any movement, it will hide from me. At this time, it turns from a yellow chicken ball to a big white chicken ball, which looks particularly funny.

I poured a basin of chicken feed, added a basin of clean water, and sent both of them back to the chicken coop and back to the warehouse.

A high-power incandescent lamp was hung on the top of the warehouse. The light was just enough to illuminate the space and did not look dazzling. I walked around the field and found that Gotz had placed the wood, general stone bricks and workbenches in the ranch.

The space here is large enough and the materials are enough. This trip to the edge world has gained a lot. The colonizer system has also opened up many new functions. We will start to study it here tomorrow. One day I want to build an Iron Man armor, a quantum crossing device, a human-shaped decisive weapon, etc. in the warehouse.

I satisfactorily landed on the warehouse door lock, ready to further solve the animal's range problem.

The main question before me is: Who would raise two leopards at home?

Is it urgent to buy a syrup factory? I haven't heard of a lion in MGM Film Company?

Speaking of syrup, many people did not notice that the cheetah at the beginning of the advertisement was chassis. The one who drank syrup later turned into a leopard. After drinking syrup, the one who stood with the beauty turned into a cheetah again!

As we all know, leopards are subfamily, and cheetahs belong to the subfamily of cats. The two are so different that they are reproductive and isolated. They belong to two completely different species!

Seeing this, some people must think that the advertisement is on the first floor and the microscopes are on the second floor. But is this really a low-level mistake in the advertisement?

The advertisement seems to be a fallacy, but in fact it has a deeper meaning. Cats that are accidentally too big - the cheetah is meowing, while the orthodox leopard family is roaring. The difference between the front and back just shows that the meowing cheetah is too much in the process of chasing, and the cold and coughing turn into roaring, but after drinking the syrup, he can get healthy and be able to meow!

So the microscopes are on the second layer, and the syrup is in the atmosphere!

...Forget it, I can't make it up anymore. The syrup manufacturer remembers to send me money.

In theory, the cat that was just too big jumped out of the grass with a wave of hand, came to my arms and greeted him affectionately, and made meows and loud purrs. The touch of rubbing was also great. If possible, you must keep one!

I was worried while petting my cat. Although these two guys were cute in front of me, they had a bad temper when they bite people. If they let their nature run in the woods, maybe one day when they wake up and open the door, they would bring me the motionless Sebala, Muchi, Thomas and other strange things like that - it doesn't matter if they pick them up, what if they accidentally eat their stomachs!

In order to prevent and control the vicious cases caused by my sheriff's home, I have to find a place for them to rest assured...

Well... I don't know if this method works...

…………

"Marcus, did you see Gray? Didn't he come back with you?"

Old Sebala's speechless voice came from the ranch gate. Just looking at the drunken shaking shadows under the street lights, you know that you were drunk again.

Speaking of Gray, this guy ran away with a strange bandage at noon, making me confused whether he let himself go in the tribe for too long and could not adapt to life in the town, so he chose to hide his identity?

Wait, this plot...

[After years of baptism in tribal wars, Grey can no longer integrate into society and return to his hometown town, and is criticized by the drunkard Sebala. In the end, he cannot bear it. He wants to stand up to fight the provocation of the drunkard, and also fight against the large number of drunkards summoned by the drunkard. Grey will use the hunting knowledge he often uses in the grassland to fight against this group of people - except for his respected sheriff Marcus, there is no one, no law, and no weapons to stop him. Tonight, please watch the classic action movie "The First Drop of Wine"!]

I continued my work and responded casually: "Hmm? Haven't Gray been home yet? He isn't here with me either."

Hearing my answer, Old Sebala muttered drunken words that he couldn't understand, and continued to walk into the ranch, "Marcus, I heard that you had gone out for a tour. Do you have any souvenirs to bring for your good neighbors?"

The old man shamelessly claimed that he was a good neighbor of the Mining Town. The good neighbor of New York, Spider-Man, not only has the younger and younger Aunt Mei, but also the less and less roles of Uncle Ben, but also the richer Dad Tony. What can you compare to as an old drunkard?

I said angrily: "Just bring a portable reactor back to power the ranch! You can ride that bike back by yourself, and it can also cool your alcoholic brain!"

Old Sebala's white beard jumped slightly: "Portuguese reactor? That thing and nuclear fusion batteries are all federally embargoed goods!"

Of course I know this! As a second-generation product of miniaturized reactors, nuclear fusion batteries are smaller in size and stronger in energy. They are also famous military supplies in space, so the government is of course embargoed.

But the problem is...

"Embedon... Do you think I, a person who was airdropped here, would be afraid of the embargo? Or would Harris, who was still on the wanted list yesterday, take into account the embargo?"

When I heard Harris say that there is a power mecha sold by a certain faction of power in the Xingmen market, my first reaction was that Shisongzhuang's toilet labor and capital will no longer be repaired! Where is the "Plidwin" of the Iron Brotherhood?

However, Harris clearly warned me that this thing belongs to the materials jointly prohibited by the Covenant and the Earth Federation Government. If I find out, I will be sentenced immediately, so I gave up the idea of ​​wandering on the edge of the law.

Sebala thought for a while, said, "That's true", and then came to me and asked curiously: "Marcus, what are you doing? Why are you painting in the middle of the night?"

I completed the last stroke, hid the natural pigment in my hand behind me, looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction and proudly introduced: "You are so dazzling, I'm obviously combing the dog's hair! Look, this is the police dog I just introduced! Isn't it very mighty!"

"police dog?"

Old Sebala obviously had too much drink and couldn't see clearly. He blinked hard and could not tell anything. He simply squatted down and groped in the animals in front of him.

"Well... the front legs are slender and the muscles are well-proportioned. They are indeed a good police dog!"

I said happily: "Know the goods! I will take them on patrol in the town from now on, ensuring that the security of the town will be renewed! If I find someone who abuses his grandson, a guy who makes trouble, or a guy who sells counterfeit batteries, they will bite them to death when they go up."

Sebala said with a numb scalp: "Aren't these all talking about me?! Then just bite me to death!"

I rubbed my hands and said eagerly: "Since you have made such a request, I don't want to refute..."

If you don’t want to die, leave quickly. These two "police dogs" have not completed their on-the-job training yet, so I’m irresponsible!

"No, no! I didn't say anything just now!" Sebala quickly denied, but had no intention of leaving. Instead, she continued to groping the police dog from her feet. "This waist is slender and flexible, with high joints and a spring-linked spine... Could it be an ancient greyhound?"

I said dissatisfiedly: "This breed is much rarer than greyhounds... After touching, hurry up and leave!"

Stop touching, it's almost furious!

"This kind of greyhound is already very rare, and it is even rarer? Is it a royal breed with precious bloodline? I can't not know it..." Sebala insisted on groping in surprise, but there were some questions, "But this hair is a bit hard and rough. You should eat less foods with high salt content and give them more sunshine."

"I've been sunbathed and they bask in the sun every day on the roof. I can't care about the things that are high in salt. They've almost eaten up all the pickled salmon hidden at home. I probably can't change it for a while. Retract your hands!" I said.

Sebala didn't know that he almost stuffed his hand into their mouths, but she groped very professionally and sighed, "Marcus, your police dog is quite close to people!"

I comforted the two "police dogs" who were touched and fur-fried, and looked at the fangs that were only two centimeters away from Sebala's eyes and said, "It's okay... it's okay... I just like people a little..."

Actually, I like to eat people, there is nothing wrong with this, right!

"It's good to like people, this is a good habit to be a police dog! Most greyhounds do not have the habit of guarding their homes and protecting their owners, and do not like to bark and attack strangers, which is very bad..."

"Be careful!"

"Haha, it's okay, I was an expert in animal trainers back then!"

He clearly felt the commotion of the animals, and Sebala thought the "police dog" was playing with him, and he touched their heads happily, and asked in confusion: "Hmm? Why is the face so short!"

"I hit the wall and hit it flat!"

"Why are the ears small and round?"

"The former master Van Gogh cut it!"

"No! The claws are too sharp!"

“This is made by Eidman Alloy!”

"Marcus, why don't your dog bark?"

"Call it, of course you will!"

I used my eyes to signal the "Hunter" to make a sound, but the two of them opened their mouths and held them in for a long time, and only a strange "gurugu" came out.

"The sound is not right, are you sick..."

Sebala opened her hazy drunken eyes and looked at the scene in front of her with difficulty. He almost flew out of the sky with just one glance. I was pulling two restless big gray cats tightly, with sharp claws and fangs only a thread from his throat.

"Marcus, this is...what is this! Keep them away from me!" Sebala screamed.

I said helplessly: "Police dogs. If you don't believe it, I can only let them prove it by themselves..."
Chapter completed!