American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

Chapter 135 Unloading

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and shone on Fett's face.

Socializing is much more tiring than working. Last night, he booked a room, quickly washed up, and went straight to sleep. He didn't wake up until now, and his biological clock didn't work.

He rubbed his eyes; the enchanting moments of last night had gradually faded away.

Fett got up, carefully folded the expensive suit, put it in a dust bag, and changed back into his work jacket and jeans.

Another new day.

Stepping out of the hotel, the fresh air invigorated him.

He drove Jessica's Porsche back to the parking space in front of the gallery, handed the keys to the security guard, and then eagerly ran to where he had parked the old pickup truck yesterday.

The old pickup truck, laden with treasure, had been parked on the roadside overnight.

Although it was covered with tarpaulin, it contained equipment and steel worth several thousand dollars, and Fett couldn't help but worry that it might be stolen.

Turning the corner, Fett breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dusty, large vehicle still lying unharmed in its original spot.

Fortunately, this is, after all, a wealthy area of ​​Little Rock.

The streets were clean and tidy, with more police cars patrolling than taxis. The homeless and drug addicts had long been driven to the North District on the other side of the river.

Rich gentlemen can't stand these things.

However, before Fett could even feel happy, he saw a pink strip of paper tucked under the windshield wipers of the pickup truck, fluttering in the wind.

"Tsk."

Fett went over and tore it off to take a look.

[Illegal Parking Notice Reason for violation: Vehicle exterior severely damaged, affecting city appearance / Overtime occupation of designated parking space Fine: $50]

"It affects the appearance of the city?" Fett looked at this absurd reason, and then at his own trunk, which he had carefully wrapped with tarpaulin.

Old Frank cleaned his car frequently, and the car body was in good condition, except for some mud spots on the wheels, which could hardly be called dirty.

However, in this place, a farm pickup truck covered in mud really does look like a lump of mud thrown on a cream cake.

"Alright, consider this the entrance fee to the wealthy area."

He casually stuffed the ticket into his pocket and opened the car door.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Fett took out his phone and sent Jessica a message: "The car is parked, I gave the keys to security, I'm going home now."

After waiting for two minutes without any response, Jessica probably drank too much last night and hasn't woken up yet.

Remembering that Lina had said she would go back with him today, he dialed Lina's number.

"Feed?"

"Lina, I'm getting ready to go back now. How are you? Are you up yet?"

"Shall we go back together?"

"No, Fett, you don't need to wait for me, go back first."

Lina's voice was full of apology, "I made an appointment to get the land paperwork done as soon as possible, and it's already this afternoon."

"However, in this way, that land will soon belong to us."

"I'll drive back myself after I finish the formalities."

"Okay, then be careful on the road," Fett instructed.

"Okay! Remember to go check out that piece of land when you get back and help me plan it out."

"OK, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Fett checked the unread messages on his phone.

Leila would report to him about the interesting things that happened on set almost every day.

They said the actor who played the rebel leader actually couldn't even hold a gun, and that the director praised her for her expressive eyes today.

You can tell from her words that she was having a fulfilling time there.

Lucia replied, telling Fett not to worry about anyone looking for her, that she was not in danger, but without explaining why.

She complained that she had been washing dishes until midnight yesterday and was told by the stingy boss that she hadn't washed them clean enough. Today she was working as a waitress, which was a bit easier, and she even got a tip.

Knowing that Lucia was not in danger, Fett didn't take it to heart. Everyone has their own fate, and he couldn't worry about it too much.

He replied to each of their messages, telling them to take good care of themselves.

He then put away his phone and started the car.

"boom"

The old pickup truck let out a deep roar and spewed out a plume of black smoke.

Fett stepped on the gas and left the quaint neighborhood, speeding towards the earthy Eudora.

The old pickup truck, hauling its load of heavy metal, swayed and rattled all the way, the suspension creaking loudly, but thankfully it made it to the farm gate without any major incidents.

Before even entering the yard, Fett frowned.

Business is almost too good today.

With just over a week left until Christmas, this is probably the last wave of frenzied shopping.

In the front yard, old Frank and Roy were busy as bees.

"Hey boss! I've been waiting here for over half an hour!"

"Everyone who came after me pulled the tree along with them!"

"When are you going to install the trees I picked out?" A middle-aged man in a down jacket shouted impatiently at old Frank, who was carrying the trees out. He was shaking his car keys in his hand.

Old Frank wiped his sweat, already exhausted from carrying a heavy Virginia pine on his shoulder, and this...

When urged, his temper flared up instantly: "We're working on them one by one, you haven't been idle, it'll be your turn soon!"

Roy, who was busy working nearby, was not good with words to begin with, and at this moment he couldn't say anything to comfort the guest.

He waved the packing net in his hand, "Um—wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon."

But the swaying of the packing net startled the man, causing him to take a few steps back.

Seeing this, Fett quickly slammed on the brakes to stop the pickup truck, then opened the door and jumped out.

With a bright smile on his face, Fett strode over to the middle-aged man who was about to explode, offered him a cigarette, and said sincerely, "Sir, I'm really sorry."

"We have limited manpower on our farm, and we really can't keep up with the workload."

"Please wait a little longer, I'll bring you a chair and a cup of hot coffee to warm you up."

The man took the cigarette, lit it with the light Fett offered, took a deep drag, and his expression softened considerably: "Alright then. Hurry up, I've been waiting for ages. My wife and son are freezing and hiding in the car."

He flicked his cigarette ash and couldn't help but offer a suggestion: "If you ask me, you should arrange for someone to specifically greet people in the front yard."

"Who wouldn't be angry if they couldn't even find someone to ask?"

"You're right, we will definitely improve."

Fett agreed repeatedly, then turned to reassure the other waiting guests, calming everyone down with just a few words.

After arranging for everyone to sit down in the sheltered porch, and looking at the courtyard that had once again become orderly, Fett thought to himself:

What the guest said makes some sense.

Without me and Leila in the front yard to handle the reception, it was indeed a bit difficult to rely solely on old Frank and Roy, these two hard-working old hands.

But I have more important things to do and don't have time to spend here serving you.

"Let's talk about it later, let's get this big guy down first."

Fett walked towards the old pickup truck, looked at the large truck full of vehicles, and was puzzled.

The farm doesn't have forklifts, so removing this hundreds-of-pounds base won't be easy.

He wandered around the yard for a while and then had an idea.

He found some thick iron pipes and connectors in the warehouse, built a simple gantry frame, and hung a hand-operated hoist on the crossbeam.

The iron chain swayed down, and the hook was fastened to the hanging ring on the base of the power hammer.

Fett pulled the chain, and the gears clicked together.

The heavy cast iron base slowly detached from the truck bed, hanging in mid-air.

He drove the pickup truck forward a bit, then slowly loosened the chain, and placed the base steadily on the wooden platform on the ground.

Following the same method, the hammer, motor, and column were disassembled one by one and laid out on the ground.

The garage on my family farm isn't tall enough to fit this power hammer.

Fett straightened up and looked in the direction of old Johnny's house next door.

Behind that sealed house, the greenhouses that used to be full of marijuana stood quietly.

The shed is tall and large enough that once everything inside is emptied and connected to three-phase power, it will become a ready-made top-notch forging workshop.

Thinking that Lina will soon be able to acquire that land, and then she can put this power hammer in, along with a few band saws and grinders—

Fett felt an itch in his heart, like grass was growing there.