Clarkson's Farm 4: Reap Your Own Fruit
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Welcome back to Clarkson's Farm. The spring barley harvest failed, and the oats turned from green to yellow-and died-during Clarkson's trip to the bar. Slaughterhouses are closed. There is no place to raise pigs but no place to kill them. Costs have soared. The cows and sheep were still running around all day long, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to raise ostriches! Don't worry, at Clarkson's Farm, ideas come as fast as beer. In the new year, the "British Idea King" will use wood to make cricket bats and walking sticks, and he is planning to enter the wood processing industry. He was brave enough to have a lot of money, and even when more than a thousand bars closed down every year, he bought one to satisfy himself. Milk and beef are unprofitable, so how about using healing as a gimmick and setting up a fee-based program for city dwellers to embrace cows? ... "The first year I farmed, I made 114 pounds. When I came up with this year's numbers, 114 looked like a dream." Faced with land that is dryer than granite, outrageous new regulations that only care about zero-emission targets regardless of farmers' lives, and bastards who secretly dump mountains of garbage into the fields at night, Clarkson complained with all his strength while swearing and persisting in farming. After all, no man can resist the temptation of a tractor, let alone a Lamborghini!
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