Lisko’s American Life

"This taste is much stronger than the ones you bought," Lisko said to Lynch, but his thoughts had already drifted away. The bulls in the ranch are almost out of the slaughter, and most of the rest are calves and cows. , A cow can produce about 20 kilograms of fresh milk per day, and the price is very low if you sell it directly to others. Maybe you can buy a milk processing production line yourself. The small production line does not take up much space, and there are milking machines and carton packaging machines inside. The butter processing machine doesn't cost much, and the milk produced can be labeled as Li's Ranch and sold to supermarkets, which will earn a lot of money.

Pasture milk is high in protein and fat, and the price of this kind of milk will be a bit more expensive.

After cooking for a while, the milk in the pot started to boil, Lisko turned off the fire, and a thick layer of milk skin had been boiled on it.

The nutritional value of milk skin is very high. It is full of fat and protein, and the taste is very mellow.

Lisko quickly scooped it up and poured it into a bowl.

"Come on, brother, try it, good stuff."

Lynch doesn't care about meat and vegetables, and he is willing to try everything.

The two dug a little with a spoon, and it melted in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Milk can also be used to make cheese and butter. Lisko made up his mind to run this business. Every household here drinks a glass of milk in the morning. The business of the small town of Garrison alone is enough to keep the ranch busy. Although Lisko It is also good not to rely on this to make money, but to add some income to the ranch employees.

Lisko poured the still steaming milk into a teapot with a lid, planning to warm it up for drinking tomorrow morning.

He sent his previous idea to the rooster. As for whether it can be realized, it depends on the result of the discussion between the rooster and the cowboys. After all, the rooster is the supervisor.

no words all night,

Lisko woke up in the morning, his usually neat hair was pressed into a chicken nest, and he was not fully awake until he went downstairs and stuffed the breakfast made by Lynch into his mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Brother? I think you're not in good spirits." Lynch waved his hand in front of his eyes, seeing that his pupils were out of focus.

"Hmm~," Lisko pulled back his attention a little bit,

"Don't mention it, I fell asleep in a daze in the middle of the night, I kept hearing noises, and I felt sleepy when I wanted to get up. I repeated it several times, and I was very tired from sleeping. The quality of sleep yesterday was too poor." Lisko took a sip Milk, the warm milk flowed into the stomach, and the comfortable feeling made him regain some energy.

"You don't know?" Lynch was surprised.

"There was a typhoon in the middle of the night last night."

"Huh?" Lisko was a little surprised, "Really?"

"You'll find out when you go out and have a look. When I got up in the morning to pick vegetables, I saw that the tree behind the house had been hung up. Fortunately, our vegetable garden was covered by a greenhouse, otherwise there would be no one left."

Lisko finished his breakfast in a hurry and went out to look at the damage of the ranch. He ran into the rooster who came to report as soon as he went out.

"How?" Lisko looked at the rooster's face, afraid of getting any bad news.

"There is no loss, because it is winter, and the cattle in our pasture are not released very much. The stored forage is all in the workshop, and the wind is not very strong, so it has no effect." The rooster said indifferently.

"That's good," Lisko breathed a sigh of relief.

The United States is a city that is often hit by typhoons and hurricanes. It is very worrying to see how many hurricanes hit the news, how many billions were lost, and how many people were killed or injured.

Denver is still in winter just after January. Although it is one of the most livable cities in the United States, the snow season will continue until March. The snow here is often the same as that in the Northeast, and sometimes it can cover the door. in the middle.

Therefore, people living here must learn to go out frequently to purchase food reserves.

Lisko drove Lynch's Saku to the supermarket in the town.

This supermarket is a Cascade chain, and Lisko's beef and vegetables are labeled for sale here.

Speaking of labeling, when the rooster came over and asked him what to use for the logo of the ranch, Lisko thought about it and wrote a logo with cursive Li characters. Lisko thought the pattern was very individual, so he asked the lawyer to give the copyright to registered.

So now the Chinese character sign of Lee's Ranch is famous in Garrison's neighborhood.

Lisko walked into the supermarket, and many Americans who were planning for a rainy day gathered here. Lisko dragged the cart and rushed directly to the toilet paper area.

When they arrived at the place, the two grabbed five or six bags with quick eyesight and quick hands, and only then began to relax.

As for why the toilet paper is so important, others don’t know. Lisko is on the ranch, and he has vegetables, meat, and wine. do it.

The next step is to purchase in an orderly manner, Master Kong's instant noodles that no one cares about, toiletries, and some rice noodles, just bring a few buckets of purified water.

Li Ke came and went in a hurry, and before the supermarket manager had time to say hello, he had disappeared at the checkout window.

"Okay, you can squat at home now." Lisko and Lynch sat on the sofa drinking coffee.

"Do you have a game console at home?" Lynch asked suddenly.

"Yes." Of course Lisko has this kind of toy that every household has. Although he doesn't play with it often, it can't stop the rooster from coming to play with it.

Lisko went upstairs to get it, plugged it in, and connected it to the TV.

Lynch went to find the potato chips he just bought in the package.

"Eating potato chips, drinking coke, playing video games, this is life." Lynch sighed, rummaging through a pile of game discs.

"How about this one? The Indian Warrior?"

Lisko looked at the gaudy patterns printed on it, and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care. He had experienced the explosion of online games in his previous life. In his opinion, these CD-ROM games, which were like the Little Overlord Learning Machine, were no fun.

The game start interface soon started on the TV, and the two of them had a controller on each side.

Lisko's carelessness also slowly began to sink in, yelling.

"Jump up, jump up, the javelin, stab him."

"There is someone on the left, on the left. Brother, you should pay attention."

"Hurry up and hide, hide for a while."

The two of them killed each other in the game, and the dinner was soaked in boiled water. Master Kong fooled it and passed it.

After playing one game, he changed to another, just as the typhoon was approaching, and the government urged people not to go out. Just as Lisko wanted, he was like a teenager with an Internet addiction who had just learned how to play games.

Lisko's house was built with a lot of money when his father was there. At that time, the building materials were all super storm-resistant and earthquake-resistant. It stood safe and sound for more than ten years. After Lisko moved in, he only repaired and decorated it, so there was nothing Don't worry about the impact of the typhoon, as long as the cowboys on the ranch don't have any accidents, let the other strong winds blow away.