The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 52 52. Lin’s Animal Husbandry Company

After chatting with him until midnight, Lin Feng was too sleepy and prepared to go back to sleep. Old David was still in good spirits, as if Lin Feng was the old man who was almost sixty years old.

In the more than two months since he took over the ranch, Lin Feng felt that he had grown a lot and started to become like a man, at least he thought so.

The next day, David's eldest son Thomas came to the ranch to visit his father. He was tall and burly, with a wide-brimmed hat. His clothes did not look like a policeman, but looked like a local.

If it weren't for the black vest with the words "Animal Police" on it, I would have thought he was a cowboy.

When he first arrived, Lin Feng thought they were people from the reservation, or officials from the Mengzhou government.

Thomas and his father got along very well, probably because "son inherits his father's legacy".

He was very satisfied after seeing his father's residence. He was grateful for Lin Feng's help and had heard of Lin Feng's "legendary" story.

"Honestly, it's not easy for a foreigner to become a rancher in River Valley Town. We often deal with pastoral disputes. You know, old cowboys are not easy to deal with." Thomas said sincerely.

"BOSS, if a cattle thief appears on the ranch, we can call Thomas directly. No one is his opponent."

Old David liked his eldest son very much, and he looked serious when talking about his younger son.

"How about my dad being here? I'm not causing any trouble for you." Thomas said with a naive smile.

Old David shrugged his shoulders, then looked at Lin Feng, waiting for his evaluation.

"Of course not. On the contrary, he is a right-hand man, but..."

Lin Feng stopped mid-sentence, and Thomas added: "It's just that he talks a lot, right? Hahaha, he has always been like this. This is one of the reasons why my mother wants to separate."

Old David laughed.

Lin Feng continued: "This is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it adds vitality to our team."

David was quite satisfied with his evaluation of his harvest.

In addition to visiting his father, Thomas also has another task, which is to help Lakeside Ranch register its brand, which is also one of the responsibilities of the livestock police.

Lin Feng accepted Old David's suggestion. Registering a brand meant that he could not avoid various taxes and fees in the name of losses. He would have to pay more money every year, but it would make the cattle and sheep on the ranch more marketable.

Named Lin's Animal Husbandry Company.

Easy to understand, simple and elegant.

The ranch code is 56, which means that this number will be branded on the buttocks of each cow.

Thomas came to do this job today. He drove the car to the cowshed and took out a large iron box from the trunk.

Very heavy, asked Lin Feng to come over and help.

"What's this."

"Liquid nitrogen."

"Isn't it possible to mark cattle with a red-hot iron?"

Lin Feng remembered the blow that Cassidy gave him on the chest before, and it almost hurt him to faint.

I have only heard of using a red-hot iron to mark cattle. The cattle will run around in pain and scream, and in severe cases, they may even die on the spot.

Iron irons are heated to high temperatures, and it must be extremely painful to apply them directly to animals. It is too cruel to them, and it can easily cause infection.

It seems that the herdsmen of River Valley Town have improved this method and used liquid nitrogen, but I don’t know how effective it is.

Thomas is confident, “With liquid nitrogen, the cattle will not suffer any pain.”

Seeing is believing, Lin Feng wanted to see how he would operate.

Opening the big iron bucket, Thomas poured the contents of the plastic bucket into it and immediately began to emit white smoke. Then he took out a soldering iron marked with the number 56 from another box.

"Liquid nitrogen is inert, odorless and non-corrosive, but it can cause frostbite on skin contact, so it's best to stay away from it."

At a low temperature of close to minus two hundred degrees, Lin Feng could not imagine what kind of cold it was. When the big iron box stopped emitting white smoke, the work officially began.

Who would be the first test subject? Lin Feng thought of the little black cow who was very active before.

Wayne quickly drove it over. The little guy has become a lot better since his hind legs were bitten by a wolverine, but there are also times when his brain is short-circuited, such as when he chased the ewe buttocks in the morning.

I don’t know if it’s just for fun or if it wants to break species isolation.

In short, the little black bull was pushed to the front in front of Thomas's low-temperature soldering iron.

He was very cooperative, after all, he had entered the small world.

That place is equivalent to the "system". Once you enter, your sharpness and fighting spirit will be virtually eliminated, and you will become an obedient "human friend".

Of course, Lin Feng doesn't want this. He will try to minimize the control of the animals "in the system" and let them maintain their original ecology instead of becoming small machines.

Even if the calf is cooperative, Thomas recommends anchoring it to the stall to prevent accidents.

The force of a calf's kick is not small.

Lin Feng stroked the smooth back of the little black cow, "Don't worry, I understand it, there will definitely be no accidents."

The seemingly casual action is actually communicating with the little black cow's mind, telling it to keep quiet and wait until something sticks to its butt for a few seconds. It's no big deal.

The little guy suddenly raised his head and stared at Lin Feng. It was obvious that not only did he understand, but he was also curious about why he understood it!

The whole process went very smoothly. Thomas shaved off a few handfuls of stray hairs on the calf's butt to keep it clean, and then directly poked the cow's butt with an iron block frozen at -196 degrees Celsius in liquid nitrogen.

The little black cow was mentally prepared, but was still frightened, making several people laugh.

David said to his son: "Thomas, you need to be gentle, even if he is a male!"

"I already did that, Dad."

This action needs to be maintained for a period of time until the butt of the cow is dented by cryogenic freezing and the surface turns white.

Taking off the soldering iron, a palm-sized "56" was printed on it.

Lin Feng tried that small area with his hand and felt a chill.

Thomas pointed to the brand and said, "The hair that grows here will be white, so you don't have to worry about it being covered."

Lin Feng was very satisfied. The little black cow was indeed calm and seemed to be in no pain.

Once the butt is cool, the branding is complete.

Next, the dozens of cows lined up and prepared. Old David called the German Shepherd brothers to drive the cows over to the grass.

During this period, he trained William Harry well. Although his business ability is not as good as Wayne's, he has made significant progress.

At least I won’t be afraid of Angus cattle and I can bray a few times bravely.

During his free time, Lin Feng chatted with Thomas about their family affairs.

It was learned that Colter was not an official player of the baseball team and had a monthly salary of less than two thousand dollars, barely able to survive in Billings.

This tight situation has lasted for three years, after graduating from Corte University.

"My dad wanted him to be a cowboy or a cop, at least something serious."

"Sure, playing baseball is manly," Thomas continued, "but have you ever seen a duck swinging a stick to try to stop a rubber ball coming at him? That's what it feels like."

It seems that the father and son are unanimous about Colt's baseball talent. Lin Feng is very curious about how bad that kid is, and Thomas seems to have a lot of opinions about his biological brother.

(End of this chapter)