HLM – Chapter 157 Celebrity Pasture Grass

They drove straight back to the castle. After getting out of the car, Wang Bo opened the cage.

Immediately, six plump little pups tumbled out and ran around. As long as their mother was nearby, they didn’t care about the change in environment and quickly began to roughhouse again.

Eva grew anxious and said, “Wang, don’t open the cage yet! Zhuang Ding might fight with her!”

But the cage was already open, and the Queen stepped out as well. However, she and Zhuang Ding peacefully coexisted. They exchanged a glance—this time, the Queen was no longer afraid, just slightly nervous. She looked at Wang Bo, then at her silly little pups, seemingly seeking protection from her master.

Seeing this, Eva let out a breath of relief. “Thank God, the Queen’s in a good mood.”

The six little furballs rolled happily across the floor, their yipping barks echoing around the castle, instantly adding some life to the spacious interior.

Hearing the barking, the Commander flew out, flapping his wings and shouting, “Ah! Ah! What the heck?!”

The puppies noticed the Commander and stopped roughhousing, tilting their heads curiously to stare at him. The Commander wasn’t interested in the puppies. He landed on Wang Bo’s shoulder and began grooming his feathers.

Wang squatted down to play with the puppies. The Queen walked over with strong, confident steps and sat affectionately by his side, watching her pups with a motherly gaze.

Among the six pups, the largest one looked the most like the Queen—two tufts of fur like flames on its head, with striking tawny eyebrows. Wang Bo dubbed it the First Prince. The six little princes were nicknamed based on their size.

The First Prince wasn’t just the strongest—it was also incredibly agile. When Wang Bo squatted to play with him, the little guy leapt onto his knee, then sprang into the air with another jump, mouth wide open, attempting to bite the Commander!

The Commander hadn’t expected this. Though he reacted quickly and dodged the bite, he flailed and ended up slipping to the ground.

Maybe because it was the first time he’d been “attacked,” the Commander panicked and completely forgot to fly—he slammed right onto the floor with a thud.

Seeing this, the other five pups’ eyes lit up, and they rushed over like they were about to gang up on the Commander. They pounced on him one after another.

The Commander let out a terrified scream: “Ahhh! Your mom blew up! Ahh! Zhuang Ding, help!!”

But Zhuang Ding didn’t lift a paw to help—he just sat a short distance away, watching the chaos with a schadenfreude-filled expression.

Luckily, the Queen was more composed. She swatted with her paw, knocking the little rascals aside. This gave the Commander a chance to fly up into the air, where he angrily hovered while swearing nonstop: “Ahhh! Get out! You scared me to death! Ahh, your mom really exploded!”

The cowboys watching all burst into laughter. The eldest of the Beebe brothers stepped up to try and pick up the First Prince, but the Queen immediately rushed over, baring her teeth and growling in warning.

Hearing his mom’s bark, the First Prince quickly wiggled his little butt and ran back, obediently hiding behind the Queen.

Wang Bo stepped forward, gently patting the Queen’s head and smoothing her fur. “Don’t growl, Queen. From now on, everyone’s friends, okay? Friends.”

The Queen nuzzled her head against his palm, then turned and picked up the First Prince in her mouth, walking away. Friends or not—no one plays with her kids.

Eva, watching this, was utterly shocked. Her soft red lips parted slightly, giving Wang Bo a sudden urge to put something in them.

The Queen’s display of affection toward Wang Bo surprised everyone. Eva tentatively reached out to pet the Queen—and the Queen accepted it warmly.

But when Eva tried to pick up one of the princes, the Queen became displeased again and walked off with her pup.

“This dog’s… a little strange,” Bowen muttered.

Wang Bo shrugged. “What’s so strange about it? That’s called intelligence. Rottweilers are very smart dogs.”

The other cowboys were optimistic. “With a dog like that guarding the ranch, it’ll be super secure.”

Later, little Bartier woke up from his nap and, upon seeing the puppies, his eyes lit up. He ran over to pet them, and though Wang Bo was worried the Queen might get mad, she merely glanced at the boy and didn’t react.

Wang Bo understood her look: This human is weak—no threat to my babies.

Whether or not the draw system knew he had just acquired a bunch of dogs, a few days after bringing the Rottweilers home, in late May, Wang Bo drew another Pet’s Heart.

He thought of giving it to the First Prince, but reconsidered and returned it to the Box of Contained Hearts. He decided to observe the pups a bit longer and see which one was the most intelligent before handing over the pet heart.

By late May, it was effectively winter in New Zealand. Officially, winter runs from June to August, but even in late May the weather had grown chilly.

With the cold setting in, something strange happened on the ranch—the pasture grass remained vividly green.

Ordinary grasslands, both wild and cultivated, had already turned yellowish due to the weather. On the South Island, grass rarely withers completely year-round, but it still yellows in winter.

Only the pasture grass on the ranch stayed lush and green.

Wang Bo went to inspect it. This time, it wasn’t the Heart of the Pasture at work, but the Heart of the Spring. The closer the grass was to the creek, the greener it looked. Farther out, it began to yellow.

After days of flowing, the Heart of the Spring had created a small stream. Fresh spring water continually bubbled up, flowed northwest, and eventually fed into Lake Hawea.

Where the water passed, the grass was washed away, forming a shallow stream about a meter wide. The gentle current served as a perfect water source for wild animals and livestock.

By this time of year, pasture grass was no longer palatable. Ranchers usually harvested it in autumn and fermented it into silage. But Wang Bo didn’t have to bother—he still had fresh pasture for the animals to eat.

In the following days, visitors came to buy beef and lamb, and some noticed the unusual grass. A few even asked if he would sell some.

Wang Bo hadn’t expected to make money from grass. Thanks to the spring’s irrigation, his pasture grass had thrived, untouched by the cold. It had even grown better.

Still, he didn’t want to start that kind of business. Whenever people asked about the grass, he tried to steer the topic away.

Then, in early June, Motak showed up and said, “Wang, I’d like to get some of your pasture grass.”

Wang Bo looked troubled. “How much do you want?”

Motak gave an awkward laugh. “Maybe around ten tons to start—how’s that sound?”

Wang Bo was startled by the amount. “Didn’t your ranch prepare winter feed? Why do you need so much?”

Motak explained, “Your pasture grass is better quality. Someone did a comparison—it attracts cattle and sheep more than regular feed. Also, your beef and lamb have improved in quality. Everyone thinks it’s because of your grass. Honestly, pal, your pasture grass is a celebrity now.”