Shepherd dogs' daily herding work was not easy. They had to run more than 30 kilometers a day. If they had to change pastures frequently, they had to run even more. Some of the more arduous tasks required them to run more than 100 kilometers a day. However, Su Hou could not compare to professional shepherd dogs. Without a car, he could not run that far on his two legs. Given his physique, he could not run that far even if he wanted to.
Luckily, he was just an instructor and did not need to run as frequently as a dog. But just following up and constantly shouting instructions made Su Hou so tired that he almost collapsed.
Su Hou took a car back from the pasture. He really could not run anymore.
Su Hou ate dinner with the dogs. It wasn't that Su Hou really ate dog food, but at dinner time, after feeding the dogs, Su Hou also ate his own food. When it was time to sleep, he really slept in the kennel. However, the living conditions of the shepherd dogs on the farm were not bad. It could not be compared to Su Hou's own home, but it was better than some ordinary workers.
Muzhou people said that their shepherd dogs had a better life than workers from other continents, and it was not without reason. This was also the reason why many people were jealous and envious. Their lives were really worse than dogs.
Since Su Hou lived in the kennel, his three bodyguards naturally could not be too far away. They had to pay attention to Young Master Su's movements at all times.
Su Hou was as tired as a dog during the day. At night, he could even lie down in the kennel and fall asleep. But from time to time, there was a strange laughter coming from the kennel.
"Hehe... hehehe... hahahaha..."
The three bodyguards carefully went over to take a look and realized that their young master was dreaming. He was probably dreaming of something good as he kept laughing. The dogs in the kennel all looked at him with disdain. Bingo let out a dissatisfied whimper and changed his position to continue sleeping. These shepherd dogs were too tired during the day. At night, the work of guarding the farm was done by Fatty Black and a few other dogs that were specially on guard duty.
On the other side, Su Hou was pushed by a dog's paw. He smacked his lips, turned over, and continued to sleep. After a while, he began to laugh intermittently again.
The three bodyguards looked at each other helplessly. They had originally felt sorry for this young master, but seeing this situation, they did not know how to react. This young master was sleeping rather comfortably in the kennel.
Unlike Su Hou and the others who went to bed early, Fang Zhao went out for a run at night. As a bodyguard, Zuo Yu naturally had to follow him, although he didn't understand why this artist boss was running around in the pitch-black farm.
By Fang Zhao's feet, Curly Hair was also running along.
The farm was huge. Fang Zhao ran two laps from the fields to the grassland before running back.
"So quiet," Fang Zhao said.
Zuo Yu thought, Isn't this nonsense?!
"Muzhou is like this. The population is small, the farms are huge, and there are farmlands and grasslands everywhere," Zuo Yu said.
Fang Zhao smiled but did not explain.
During the apocalypse, the nights were not like this.
On the way back to the living quarters that Wu Yi had arranged for them, Fang Zhao realized that although the farm was very quiet, there were many "eyes" behind the silence. The entire farm was under surveillance. Every night, there would be people standing guard in the surveillance room, ready to investigate if any abnormalities were discovered. The dogs on the farm also displayed their function as "primitive alarms." Even when their eyes were closed, their ears could hear the slightest movement in their surroundings.
The farm was well managed. Fang Zhao knew that even without this collaboration, Wu Yi would still be able to expand the farm. It would just take a little more time.
After returning to the house, Fang Zhao did not go out. Zuo Yu also returned to his own room. If Fang Zhao did not go out, he could also relax a little. Zuo Yu suddenly stopped mid-yawn. He suddenly thought of something. No wonder he had felt that something was not right. He had followed Fang Zhao all the way, but after returning, Fang Zhao was not panting as he had expected. How was that possible?
According to the information on the files, Fang Zhao should be the kind of artist who could not do anything and could only rely on his brain to earn money. But why did he look so relaxed after running for such a long time? Could it be that it was as Zu Wen and the others from the virtual projects department had said? Fang Zhao spent a lot of time training every day?
But even if it was a normal level of training, it was impossible to achieve this, unless Fang Zhao increased the intensity of his training. What was the use of a high-intensity training for an artist?
Zuo Yu realized that he could not understand Fang Zhao more and more. Shaking his head, he took two steps and paused. He recalled that the curly-haired dog that had been following Fang Zhao around did not seem to be panting either. During the day, it had followed the farm's shepherd dogs to practice herding. At night, it had followed Fang Zhao for a late run. Yet it had not even panted. If it had been any other dog, it would probably be panting on the ground after returning.
Zuo Yu was even more depressed. He could not even understand a dog!
The next day, Su Hou came out of the kennel in high spirits and jogged over to find Fang Zhao. He had followed Fang Zhao for a whole day yesterday, but he had sprayed medicine at night. Today, his muscles did not feel sore. Instead, because of the sweet dream he had the night before, his mouth was wide open when he woke up.
"I heard Young Master Su had a sweet dream yesterday? What did you dream about? "Wu Yi asked when he saw Su Hou.
"I just dreamt... dreamt... Sigh, I can't remember. Anyway, it was something good. Hehe, Master Zhao!" Su Hou shouted when he saw Fang Zhao. "The farm's name has been changed. In the next competition, we will be able to use the new name!"
After Su Hou had bought Xishan Farm, he had wanted to change its name. After all, with a new owner, he did not want to use the old name. Even if the farm had nothing now, it was still his property. Changing the name would make him feel better.
But after thinking of many names, Su Hou could not decide which one to use. Eventually, Fang Zhao said, "If you don't like Xishan, then change it to Dongshan. It has the meaning of making a comeback."
Thus, Su Hou applied for a name change. It had been approved that morning. From today onwards, their farm would no longer be "Xishan Farm" but "Dongshan Farm."
Although he could not remember the contents of his dream, Su Hou remembered that it had to do with the sheep-herding competition. Just as Fang Zhao had said, he was looking forward to making it to the Eastern Conference finals. When the time came, he would let everyone watching the sheep-herding competition in Muzhou know the name Su Hou! Plus, with the success of the farm's name change, Su Hou's mood was even better. He put in even more effort in learning how to herd sheep.
For the next few days, Su Hou followed the flock of sheep every day, instructing the team of seven shepherd dogs to herd the sheep.
The sheep used for training were 100 sheep that Wu Yi had selected from his herd. The breed and quality of the sheep were chosen according to the sheep used in the sheep-herding competition. Before the finals, the sheep were the most commonly seen sheep in Muzhou.
Su Hou's three bodyguards lamented every day. They had seen their young master go from being at a loss at the start to looking good. At the start, he would take half a day to think about a command. Later, he could quickly give hand signals when he saw the flock of sheep change. It had only been a week, and the young master had lost weight.
Every day, Wu Yi would impart some sheep-herding techniques to Su Hou. This time, he did not hold back. Since he had already chosen to cooperate and bet on Dongshan Farm, he would give it his all. If he still held back at this time and was unwilling to reveal anything, it would not be beneficial to others or himself.
And what Su Hou's three bodyguards could not understand after a week was what Fang Zhao, the composer from Yanzhou, was doing every day.
During the day, Fang Zhao would sit there with his headphones on, fiddling with some music software. At night, he would bring the dogs out for a run. When Su Hou was herding the sheep, Fang Zhao would place a recording microphone on the sheep and dogs. He had placed one on Su Hou as well.
The three bodyguards had to carefully examine the device placed on Su Hou's body. However, the result of the examination was that it was indeed a recording microphone. Furthermore, it was a recording microphone that was closest to the human ear. The sound it recorded was exactly what the human ear would hear under those circumstances. This made them even more confused.
Eavesdropping? There was no need. What was there to eavesdrop on? And to put in so much effort.
Gathering materials? What materials could be gathered?
They had all heard the sounds recorded by the microphones. All sorts of sounds were mixed together, and there was no way to distinguish anything. Sometimes, they could hear the sound of the wind, but there was nothing special about it.
As for the symbols that Fang Zhao had written in his notebook, they were said to be a kind of musical score, but no one could understand them.
Indeed, the world of artists was different from that of ordinary people.
In the blink of an eye, it was competition day. This time, besides Fang Zhao's Dongshan Farm, there were teams from seven other farms in the Eastern region. A total of eight teams were participating.
"Boss, how do we buy this time? Guessing the top five? "Zuo Yu asked.
"No."
Wu Yi had said that in Muzhou, those who could accurately guess the top five or even higher were mostly from the Su family. Fang Zhao guessing correctly once could be considered pure luck, but if he guessed correctly more than three times out of ten, it would attract attention. The more times he guessed correctly, the easier it was to attract attention. Fang Zhao did not want to attract any unnecessary trouble. After all, he was not short of money now. There was no need to take that risk.
Furthermore, guessing fewer times did not mean that he could not make a big profit.
Fang Zhao looked at the guessing rewards. Perhaps there were more teams of the same standard this time around, so the payout rates were higher than before.
Guessing first place would earn a bonus of three times the amount of the bet.
The other few prizes were the same. They were all slightly higher.
"This time, there are no stronger teams or especially weak teams. Guessing the top five is not easy," Fang Zhao said.
Zuo Yu glanced at Fang Zhao. He did not know if Fang Zhao really could not guess correctly or if he did not want to guess. He paused and asked, "Then how do you intend to bet, Boss?"
"No need to think too much. As long as it is a competition that we are participating in, just bet on us winning," Fang Zhao said.
Zuo Yu nodded his head, expressing his understanding. Just like back then, Wu Yi had done to support his cousin. Regardless of whether he thought highly of the results, he would still place some bets. But behind the scenes, there would be other schemes.
Zuo Yu wanted to know if Fang Zhao had other schemes behind the scenes, but he could not ask openly, so he leaned over and whispered, "Boss, how much did you bet on our own people this time?"
"Everything I won in Muzhou the last time," Fang Zhao replied.
"You are serious?!" Zuo Yu jumped in fright.
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