Chapter 709: Ranch

When the plane flew over Boise, Nan Ming looked down and had the illusion of seeing Wenji, a small town in his hometown.

In a country that is overcrowded everywhere, it is hard to believe that this is the capital of a state, which is also the capital city of the country.

It is almost the same as an underdeveloped small county in the countryside.

Looking from the window of the plane, you can see a river gently passing through the center of Boise, surrounded by low hills, the streets in the city are very clean and tidy, with low buildings on both sides, and few of them are more than ten The building density is appalling.

But at a glance, I know that this is not a typical small town in China. The kind of scattered residences, lush lawns, and tall trees that look very old from a distance, have a feeling of harmony between man and nature. These are not available in small counties that are undergoing renovation everywhere.

The times are developing, and technology is also improving. Many technological and industrial gaps have begun to narrow. For example, the sudden emergence of Lanshen Technology has made technological progress faster and more perverted. However, many things that need more background are still subtle. There is a big gap.

In China, people often like the words "reform" and "development". Every ten years, people's lives will undergo earth-shaking changes.

But in the United States, life has long since entered a stable track.

Fifty years ago, the grandparents of this generation of young white people were picking up girls and playing football in high school. The grandmothers aspired to be cheerleaders and prom queens. , and then join fraternities, sororities, clubbing, sex hunting...

Black people started drug trafficking in high school, formed gangs, went to prison, and committed crimes again, and finally repented occasionally one day and became blue-collar or low-level white-collar workers, or just hang around at the bottom for a lifetime.

Blacks and whites occasionally swap roles, but largely maintain this trajectory.

Asians, who are a smaller minority, walk between the two, but basically they are all going upwards.

Fifty years later, except for the addition of modern technological products, most people still live like this.

Looking forward to China 50 years ago, it is estimated that many people will feel that this is not a country at all.

In the United States, looking forward fifty or one hundred years, this seems to be the case.

Even the aesthetics of clothing have not changed much in style, except for the 1970s when the style was off.

Many people think that Americans like innovation and avant-garde, but in fact, the United States is very conservative and stubborn in its bones. On the contrary, everything in the country is changing. It’s not that I don’t understand, but the world is changing fast.

Which is better, stability or change?

The former is too stable and has lost its upward channel. Many generations of families live in the same house and work in the same factory. They are all blue-collar workers, and their lives rise and fall with various economic crises. But after everyone is born, they know exactly what they want to do.

The latter is changing too fast, and people migrate back and forth like migratory birds, with countless opportunities, but it is also easy to go astray, and accidentally return to before liberation. Everyone lacks a basic sense of security and doesn't know what will happen tomorrow.

Nan Ming didn't know whether he liked the former or the latter.

As the owner of the lazy authority, he is conflicted.

On the one hand, his authority makes him a true changemaker, constantly leading the world to change rapidly, faster, faster, faster.

On the one hand, his lazy personality makes him like this kind of quiet and serene life, as if he knows what he will do for a day after he wakes up.

Zhang Feilin lay on the porthole, looked down at the small town below, and couldn't help admiring: "What a beautiful city!"

When they sat in the back seat of a taxi, they couldn't help feeling even more emotional.

Driving on a road that is not wide, it feels like driving in an urban forest. There are low, rust-red warehouse-style buildings on the side of the road. The distance between the two buildings is scary, and the middle is beautiful. Lawn and trees.

Occasionally, a narrow path extends out, and at a glance, it is as beautiful and mysterious as a mysterious garden in a storybook.

Zhang Feilin was lying on the window, the camera in his hand kept taking pictures, Nan Ming was also looking around, and then Nan Ming pointed to a sign near the distant hills and said: "Look, there is a pasture there! Shall we go there later? See if you can ride a horse?"

"Angel Ranch... sounds interesting?" Zhang Feilin was indeed attracted by the signboard, and the camera in his hand flickered wildly.

Su Wenjie, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took a look, and suddenly his expression became weird, then he shook his head suddenly and said, "No! Absolutely not! You can't go there!"

"Why can't you go?" Nan Ming was a little puzzled, can't even go to the ranch?

Su Wenjie's face was red, his ears were red, he hesitated to say something but dared not say it.

"Look over there, there's another one called Bunny Girl Ranch!" Zhang Feilin said again, "The name is really interesting..."

The driver driving ahead suddenly laughed and said, "prettyboy, youaretooyoung."

He couldn't understand Chinese, but he obviously knew why he couldn't go there.

Su Wenjie looked at the driver, then at the "ranches" over there, sighed, and said, "You can't go there because it's...a brothel..."

Nan Ming was tongue-tied, but he couldn't think of this answer.

Idaho is a state where brothels are legalized. In the countryside outside the city, there are many rural brothels, which are not high-end, and the names are usually in the style of "xx ranch".

The ranch naturally raises horses, and the pronunciation of horse is very similar to whores.

Laomei can also play subtle.

Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin suddenly made a big face, you pushed me, I pushed you, and then laughed together.

Soon, taxis entered the city. Compared with outside the city, the building density was denser, and the green environment was still very good.

Soon, the taxi turned to a narrow alley and stopped in front of a single-family house.

A typical American house has a lawn in front and a garden in the back. In a place like Boise where land is not scarce, the front and back yards of the house are very large. There is also a small pond surrounded by round stones in the front yard, in which some koi.

Two elderly people, a man and a woman, were already waiting at the door. These were Su Wenjie's father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Beside him was a tall girl with ponytails and a handsome denim jacket.

Su Wenjie introduced them: "This is Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin, they are my... colleagues."

"Oh, prettyboy, lovelygirl!" The enthusiastic old lady hugged Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin respectively. They have lived in the United States all their lives, and they speak Chinese mixed with English, or English mixed with Chinese.

"Colleague? How can such a young child go to work?" The old man was even more in disbelief.

"This is the child of my friend Bright's family, Sasa Bright." Su Wenjie introduced the girl next to him and thanked her: "Thank you for helping me take care of them."

"You're welcome, they are my nana and papa too."

"Hello, my name is south·bright. My friends call me Sasa. You can call me by my Chinese name, Nan. My family runs a ranch." The handsome girl turned her head to say hello to Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin.

Then she saw that Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin looked at her with different eyes.

Run a ranch?

"Wait, your name is South Bright?" Nan Ming was startled suddenly. (To be continued.)