148 Training 1 (1/2)

”I'll come every few days. If you need anything, you can call me.”

After getting off, Papa 8's man gives me a cell phone with a number in it. Then he turns, gets into the car and driving away.

I look at the two men beside me and don't know how to describe my feeling.

This is a farm. I don't know the direction. I just know it's a long way from Vancouver. Because the car have been driving here from morning to later afternoon. Judging from the surrounding environment, it should be the countryside far from the city.

The temperature is a little low, and I feel the wind blowing on me a little chilly. The two middle-aged men look indifferent. Both of them were sleeping all the way. They seem very sleepy. Although we have got off the car, they still stand there yawning.

The farm in front of us should be big and the fences around it are so low that people can barely get in. But outside the door, there's a wooden stake with a board hanging on it, and a line of words is written in paint, both in Chinese and English, and in French.

”Private territory, intruders bear the consequences!”

I know this is a warning. In North America, the first rule is that private property is inviolable.

Here, no one can break into other people's private territory, even if you are a police officer, if you do not have legal procedures, you want to break into other people's homes, the owner can even shoot you, and do not have legal responsibility!

This farm is somewhat deserted. Because of the climate, Canada's overall geographical location is north, the more northward it is, the colder it is. I feel a little stiff when I step on the earth.

Two middle-aged people take a look at me, lift their bags under their feet, lazily carry them behind and head for the farm.

By the way, my mission here is to stay in this farm with these two middle-aged people for sometime.

My job here is: take care of them.

The so-called take care, meaning very clear. I will be responsible for cooking, cleaning and hygiene. And some farm works. To put it simply, I'm going to be a ”service soldier” for these two men for the time being.

When Papa 8 arranged this to me, I almost thought I had misheard it at first! After I confirmed it, I realized he wasn't kidding. He really asked me to come over and be a ”service soldier” for these two guys.

Is that also counted as offer me an opportunity?

Then Papa 8 coldly told me that if I didn't want to, he could give the chance to someone else. He looked at me as if I was an idiot.

I'm not an idiot for sure. I immediately realized that following these two guys was obviously not as simple as it seemed.

The farm door is unlocked. In fact, there's no need to lock it. Anyone is able to turn over the fence anyway. This gate is nothing.

As for the farm, I can see that there should have been a pasture here, because I saw a wooden fence, which should be used for cattle. But now it's empty and idle.

This is a very barren place, surrounded by a row of hills, not high, but very long. The nearest highway is about two kilometers away from us. We have to go out and run along the path to see it. Inside the farm there is a cabin. Thank goodness. There's at least an electric light here!

I feel like I'm walking into a Western movie with a row of mangers and an abandoned canal beside it. I even see a well, which is an underground water intake well with a man-made pipe. The wellhead is only about the size of a washbasin. There is a water pressure device on one side, so when you press the handle a few times, you can take out the water.

This row of wooden houses looks very old, but it's strong. The door is locked, but the Papa 8 man has given me the key.

Since I am a service soldier now, I naturally have the consciousness to do service, and I rush to the front to open the door.

After entering the door, there's a smell of decay and mildew. It seems that no one lived in this place for a long time. A layer of ash on the floor and on the table confirms my guess.

The two middle-aged men are very calm. They enter the room one after another, throw their bags on the ground, drag over the chair, take a dirty cloth hanging on the wall, pat and lean on.

”Get something to eat first.” This is the first word they said to me since we have met. It's the one who looks kinder and keeps smiling.

I went out of the room without saying much. There is a cellar on the left of the house. Opening the cellar door, the dust makes me cough for a while. I stand outside and wait for a moment for the air flows. I pick up a torch hanging on the sliding door and go down.

Can... Can... Can... There are various cans in the cellar. Sardines, Tuna, Salmon...