Chapter 1964: Chapter 924: Buying Guns and Making Plans In the newly named Morning Glory Ranch, the sound of clanking rang continuously, presenting a busy scene. With the sound coming from under the rake, Yan Fei knew something was wrong. Sure enough, after pulling out the rake, he saw that one of the teeth had clearly bent into a fishhook shape. “Brock, you must be the only conman in town. Look at your tools, they basically can’t be used!” Yan Fei raised the rake and shouted towards a person in the distance. “Boss, if you keep using it , I’ll consider listing you as the least welcome customer,” shouted Brock, who was unloading things from the car. Brock was the fat guy who insisted on supervising Luke the other day, and he was a merchant in town, selling all sorts of things. The town itself wasn’t big, so there wasn’t a need for many shops selling the same items, and hence his business was quite decent. “Brock the conman, our boss has been using your tools very sparingly,” a young man shouted. “If you saw how he carries stuff, you’d know he’s been careful with the tool, otherwise, this thing wouldn’t last for three minutes.” “Haha…” A few workers laughed softly. By now it was the third day of work for the workers, the place where they stayed had already been repaired, and though it couldn’t be called well-kept, Yan Fei had checked and the original house wasn’t that bad. After all, the previous ranch owner wasn’t short of money, and he had renovated his own living space well — the old rancher not only sent his son to the city but also set up a trading company for his prodigal son, all with the money earned from the ranch. Now everyone was repairing the cattle sheds, while Yan Fei was beside the house preparing to dig out a vegetable plot by himself. After buying the car, Yan Fei had been working with the workers on the ranch, and in just over a day, his strength earned him the respect of the workers — for laborers, a new boss who was stronger and more capable than them naturally earned their heartfelt respect. Here, while working and joking with Yan Fei, the workers were busy, while Xu Xiaoyan was feeding a group of chubby puppies. Old Man Hayden was a straightforward person. When Yan Fei said he wanted more herding dogs, he had twelve brought back, and it didn’t cost much. These dogs didn’t come from one single ranch, as Old Man Hayden would say, so they wouldn’t need to look for other dogs outside in the future, nor would they worry about inbreeding on the ranch. According to Old Man Hayden, these young herding dogs were the purest herding dogs, meant to keep the bloodline pure. Cowboys like Old Man Hayden, with their older traditional mindset, believed that local traditional things were the best, like herding dogs. But now city trends were changing, with more people disliking the local breeds, favoring those stylish pet breeds. This trend inevitably brought even the countryside to begin neglecting local dogs, with more people chasing so-called prestigious foreign breeds. It’s everywhere, including China, where local native dogs, easy to care for and good at keeping watch, were gradually decreasing in rural areas, with the younger generations preferring smaller dogs like Bichon Frises. Some even claimed that native dogs had the lowest intelligence in the world, denigrating this breed that has accompanied humans for thousands of years. In reality, it was simply because pet traders couldn’t profit from native dogs, so they promoted the idea that foreign was better. If judged purely on utility, people could assess what truly was better on their own. Old Man Hayden felt that although Yan Fei was young, his mind had a very ‘traditional’ nature, which he liked a lot. For instance, Yan Fei felt that some local traditional things were just the best — whether it was at Sancha River or coming to Northern River Town. Since herding dogs could herd cattle and had stood the test of time, raising them on the ranch was definitely the most appropriate. Just after Xu Xiaoyan finished feeding a group of puppies, the phone in her pocket rang. Taking it out, she called out to Yan Fei, “Yan Xiaofei, your phone!” Yan Fei was too lazy to answer the phone, “You go ahead and take it!” Over time, having a phone is tiresome, especially for someone with numerous calls, making it feel like becoming the slave of the phone. So Yan Fei handed his phone over to his wife when working — it also made Xu Xiaoyan feel like she had something to do. “It’s Daniel the lawyer, he said we should go to the city to take the driving test. Also, the gun permits are ready, we can buy guns now!” Xu Xiaoyan took the call and walked over to Yan Fei, followed by a trail of chubby puppies, looking quite amusing. “Let me change my clothes.” Yan Fei tossed aside the tool in his hand and ran into the house. After a while, fully dressed, Yan Fei called out to a worker moving materials, “Ethan, bring your driver’s license and take us into the city, drive our car.” Ethan was a young fellow, and after hearing this, he responded and ran towards his beat-up pickup, stripping off his suspenders and denim work clothes. He took a decent coat out of the pickup, put it on, quickly opened Yan Fei’s new pickup door, and started the car over. Yan Fei chuckled, “You don’t need to drive, let my wife practice. Today we’re going for the practical driving test, she hasn’t practiced enough, so let her practice more, when we get to the city you can take over.”