The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 211 210. Memories caused by Pan Tu Kang
With that three-wheeler, mom and dad's work in the vegetable garden has become much easier.

This small car became their right-hand man. As soon as the hoe and shovel were placed in the trunk of the car, their father drove steadily and their mother sat comfortably beside them. They could make a round trip in just a few minutes.

Looking back on the days when I could only walk on my feet, it is so much more convenient now.

Once bitten by a snake, he will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

My mother interpreted this sentence perfectly. The big lizard I met in the vegetable garden last time scared my mother to death.

It is said that my father even called my mother's soul at the place where the incident occurred. This was done in my hometown in the past. I don't know if the gods' service scope included the land of Laomei.

From then on, every time before entering the vegetable garden, she would ask her father to clear the way to ensure that there were no "uninvited guests" before she dared to go in. It would take at least a few months to eliminate her psychological doubts.

For the small house in Cai Tuanzi, my father spent several nights drawing blueprints and taking field measurements before and after running. It was very busy juggling.

It has been many years since I saw my father doing something so devotedly, and my mother was also filled with joy.

With the help of the Sanbengzi, transporting materials and getting to and from the construction site is a breeze, and the construction of the cabin will not affect the daily work on the ranch.

When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth in the morning, Dad has already started a busy day.

Carrying gravel, cement and various tools, he happily drove back and forth between the vegetable garden and the front door of his house.

For those who have slept on Tukang for decades, although they gradually adapted to soft beds after coming to the United States, they still have a deep attachment to Tukang in their hearts.

The Tukang is also a fond memory of Lin Feng’s childhood.

After having Sanbengzi, the construction project of the vegetable garden was like pressing the accelerator button, and everything was progressing in an orderly manner.

Occasionally he would hold a cigarette in his mouth, and now that his health had recovered, he could smoke one now and then.

He got up earlier that day and had already gone out on inspection with Uncle David.

Dad became the commander of the construction site, driving Sanbengzi back and forth between the vegetable garden and the door of the house every day, transporting the required building materials and tools.

This dedication to the Tukang is also a reflection of northerners’ unique emotion towards home.

This feels very much like when he was a child. In Lin Feng's memory, his young father would always ride a Jialing motorcycle through the streets and come back after a long day's work at the vegetable market to buy some fish.

Looking at the busy couple in the vegetable garden, I felt indescribable comfort.

He clearly remembered that the family sat around the warm kang in winter, eating steaming meals, watching the news broadcast on TV, and listening to his father talking about world affairs while drinking.

In his free time, Lin Feng likes to sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stare at the cattle and sheep outside in a daze. He looks back on his past life, sometimes in silence and sometimes with a knowing smile.

In the past, when anyone in the village built a house, my father would go there to help. In the end, he was invited to a restaurant at the entrance of the village for a meal and a happy life.

Dad had an idea and planned to build an earthen kang in the vegetable garden hut.

On the day when the Caituanzi hut was completed, Lin Feng ended his inspection of the ranch ahead of schedule.

This warm picture often appeared in his mind, especially in the dead of night. The distant yet familiar feeling made him feel warmer.

Mom turned into a helpful helper, busy mixing cement and delivering bricks, while ensuring a constant supply of tea for Dad.

Every time Lin Feng came back from an inspection of the ranch, he would go over to beat him up. His father wore a baseball cap on his back, a cigarette in his mouth, another one in his ear, and a pencil in his jacket pocket. He was the "village" in Lin Feng's memory. The classic look of the "Old Master Mason".

In the summer, I would buy a few kilograms of loose beer, some peanuts, and a pack of snacks for Lin Feng. When I came back, my mother would tear open them for him to eat while nagging that eating snacks was bad for his health.

There is a kitchen stove in the front and a small earthen bed for the vegetable garden in the back. Together with the three bungs, the pasture looks more and more like its former self.

He planned to cook a celebration feast for his parents, so he went out and drove to the town to pick out some fresh ingredients and seasonings.

When I got home, I put on my apron and started my cooking demonstration.

The sound of clinking pots and pans soon came from the kitchen, which was the melody of Lin Feng cooking carefully.

There was still some trouble in cooking, and after a while, the kitchen was filled with an alluring aroma.

Beef stew with potatoes is a must-have. I also have the prawns I bought before and made them into minced garlic.

I’ll make two more plates of fresh vegetables from the ranch, as well as wine and food, and I’ll definitely have a few drinks with dad. When my parents came back from the vegetable garden, they could smell the aroma of food from a distance.

They were pleasantly surprised to find their son busy in the kitchen.

Seeing their son's skillful technique and serious expression, the couple felt filled with relief and emotion.

Since it is a celebration banquet, it must be held in the hut in the vegetable garden.

Mom took a sheet from home and spread it on the kang, covering it briefly first.

The food prepared by Lin Feng was transported there with a three-bouncer, and a small wooden table was also brought with him.

The father who was riding a bicycle on the road sang his best song "The Shy Rose Blooms Quietly", and my mother also hummed along. This song was their love song.

When he arrived at the hut, Lin Feng put on his slippers and put on the kang. The house still smelled of cement. It should be much better if it is ventilated for a few nights.

The cabin is small but feels extraordinarily warm. There is no electricity for the moment, and it is lit by a rechargeable desk lamp, which is quite bright.

There is also a window on the north side of the kang, which is very similar to what the home looked like when I was a child. All I had to do was pile quilts and other stuff on the head of the kang, and set up a small table to put a TV on.

The family sat around the Tukang and tasted the food cooked by Lin Feng himself.

Although the craftsmanship is not as exquisite as my mother's, the love and care for the family make people feel warm.

The parents kept praising their son's progress in craftsmanship, and Lin Feng was also smiling from ear to ear.

It's not cold at all in spring evenings, and it's very comfortable to walk at night.

After the meal, my father nodded with satisfaction towards the hut and said that he would also lay a cobblestone path for the vegetable garden. My mother gently stroked the brick wall that had been built, with a happy face.

Lin Feng stood aside, looking at his parents' satisfied and happy smiles, and he felt extremely relieved.

This is the life I have always longed for, a home full of love and warmth.

Just when Lin Feng was enjoying his family happiness, his mother started urging him to get married without any warning!

"Son, you see that you have a successful career now, the ranch is well managed, and you and Xiao Min are getting along well. It's time to consider getting married."

Lin Feng was caught off guard by his mother's words. He did not expect to urge the marriage at this time.

"I heard that your friend is getting married? He came to our house a few days ago to play with that handsome guy with curly hair." Mom added.

It's Cassidy.

Lin Feng couldn't laugh or cry, "Mom, how did you know."

Dad interrupted: "That's what Lao Dai said!"

Mom quickly poked him, meaning don't betray your comrades, lest you lose your source of information in the future.

Just think about it and you will know that it is David and Charlie will not be so gossipy.

"Mom and Dad, I will consider it." Lin Feng agreed.

My mother clapped her hands and said, "That's right. Xiao Min is such a good person, with a good job and a good family. If you don't get married quickly, what else are you thinking about!"

In their eyes, Jasmine is a civil servant-level existence.

Speaking of Jia Simin, the little girl is about to enter her first G-level competition in her riding career.

Although it is G3, the intensity will not be low, and the scene will be much bigger than before in Prince.

Grando decided to go out with the whole family to cheer for Jasmine.

Lin Feng also planned to take his parents with him as promised before the trip to support his future daughter-in-law.

(End of this chapter)