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Chapter 241 Flower Plantation

I'm always a little curious when I see unknown things.

Han Xuan stood by the pit and said to Martinez: "Can you help me dig it out? Don't break it?"

"What do you want it for? It's so slimy inside. At first I thought it was a termite nest."

Martinez held the tip of the shovel against the place where the tree roots were connected to the thing, and with a gentle force, it rolled down onto the land, carefully picked out the pit, "Look away from it, it may be harmful to the human body, unlike spores, as long as you don't touch it."

I agreed and said no, squatting on the ground and poking it, it trembled and shook a few times.

The surface looks like the fat meat on a pig's body, and it looks oily, and the "meatiness" inside is wrapped layer by layer, from dark red to bright yellow, and the color is divided into many layers.

The outside is wrinkled, a bit hard to touch, and the inside is mushy. It was broken by Martinez, and the whole piece weighs twenty kilograms.

The eyes told Han Xuan that it was a plant, but the subconscious mind was desperately saying that it was not, and that it could breathe like an animal!

Plants can also produce carbon dioxide, and rationally draw this conclusion.

The subconscious immediately rejected it.

Just in a state of confusion, the small crane drove from a distance.

The crane was borrowed from the hot spring resort construction site, and a truck accompanied it. The wood was sent to the processing plant later and made into wooden boards.

"Don't make it dirty, it's so dirty." Han's father came behind his son.

"Yes." Han Xuan dropped the branch and looked at Martinez and said, "Where is the piece I broke just now?"

Patton shoveled it out with a shovel, rolled it on the ground a few times, and covered it with a lot of grass leaves.

Han Xuan walked into the car and brought his father's water cup, poured it clean and put it in. Regardless of his father's wide eyes, he said to him: "There is also this on the ground. It's too heavy. I can't move it. Please help me move it into the car."

"…Pick up any rags at home, John, do you have gloves?"

"There is a pair in the car, you can see it when you open the trunk." John turned around and replied, handing the chainsaw to Martinez. Then the harsh sound rang again.

More than ten minutes later.

The worker tied the tree roots and hung them up. The color was dark red and looked quite strange.

Loading the truck with the pine tree trunk, Han Xuan and his father sat in the Hummer and followed it towards Augusta Town.

It was almost noon, and hundreds of cows were staying together on the roadside.

Seeing his son opening the water cup from time to time, Han's father smiled and said, "What kind of parasitic fungus should be? It's the same as the black truffle that Lewis tinkered with."

"It doesn't feel like it. Is Professor Andrew's number still there? I want to send it to Montana State University. Let him help with the test in the lab. I didn't bring my cell phone in the morning. Where is yours?"

"I didn't bring it either. Don't be busy for now. Please think about what the tree house looks like."

"Mr. Jensen wasn't in the resort, so he had designed it."

"Yes! There is a construction team there, and they built the wooden houses next to the hot spring, so the technology must be good..."

Augusta Town is particularly deserted today.

There were not many people at home. Those who had nothing to do at home would run to work in the snow-capped ranch in the morning. There was even more no one to see.

"If this continues, Augusta town will be occupied by our family."

"That's good. There is a town in the bron-b ranch. Except for the residential houses, the other land belongs to the Moore brothers. Half of the shops in the town are opened by the ranch, and they are also taken turns to be the mayor..."

While speaking, I came to the suburbs. The so-called suburbs are just a wood processing factory far away from the town.

The nearby timber resources are abundant, and some timber is allowed to be harvested reasonably every year. The season is not yet reached, so we have to wait for winter.

So the processing plant is now shut down. The door is closed and no one responds after knocking for a long time.

Asked its neighbor, the owner of a flower planting base, and said that he had gone to play cards and the employees were on holiday. They recognized Han’s father and enthusiastically helped him to call him, and said with a smile: “I’ll be back soon, about ten minutes.”

"Thank you, Mr. Raymond." Han's father looked sideways into the garden, pointed to the door of the greenhouse and said, "Can you go in? I want to buy a few pots of flowers and place them at home."

"Of course! Please come in quickly. I had a headache when you wanted to start a mine. You were noisy every day when you passed by. Now it's so great. They are not worth it. Pick a few pots and take them away." Raymond said enthusiastically.

"How can I do that? I have planted flowers, lavender, and it takes time to take care of it. This industry is really hard to make money, and it is much more troublesome than the ranch."

"I have heard of the lavender fields in the snow-capped mountain pasture, but I haven't had the chance to see it yet. I once visited Provence, France, where every household planted lavender. I can still remember the beautiful scenery of summer after fifteen years.

In recent years, cities have a lot of demand for flowers and the business is pretty good. I plan to expand the scale next year. Mr. Han, you seem to have rented a piece of wasteland, right? Is there any more now?"

"It should be also. There is a large area of ​​wasteland next to the vegetable planting base. Come and be my neighbor. When the lavender is opened next year, you can go to the snow-capped ranch to play. I think you must have great experience in planting them."

"Haha, I learned a little. I just finished watering the greenhouse. I walked through the middle and it was troublesome to clean it up when it was dipped in mud..."

Han Xuan finally walked in. The temperature inside was two or three degrees higher, and it was a little stuffy. The flower pots on the ground were invisible at a glance, and there were many types.

The wooden sign says that roses, Phalaenopsis, Christmas flowers, trumpets, yellow chrysanthemums, Bella big roses, black camellia, mimosa, etc.

The land in front of me is full of first-class Christmas flowers. It is not the season for them to bloom. The buds have just emerged and their color is red.

After moving a few pots in the aisle, Han’s father said, “Son, how about putting them on the balcony?”

"Whatever you, Mr. Raymond, do you have seeds for selling those sunflowers hanging on the wall?"

"Yes, Jin, please help me get some for him." Raymond smiled.

The young man named Jin followed him, nodded and walked out, and soon brought a small bag of melon seeds?

Han Xuan caught a handful of things, and it was really melon seeds.

I remembered that I had eaten for so many years and didn’t know that they were sunflower seeds. I said funny: “Dad, is it good to have many kinds of places on the pasture, and it looks pretty good when it blooms.”

"Okay, Mr. Raymond, it's about ten acres." Han's father half hugged his son and smiled.

I bought a few pots of vine-like trumpet flowers, went back to plant them on the fence, and saw through the vents that there were a willow and bamboo forest growing outside, which was not large in number.

Han Xuan said that the back of the house was too empty, so he asked his father to buy it back.

Raymond was so happy that he helped him call and brought in tens of thousands of dollars in business, saying: "It's better to plant these things in spring, and I'll help you deliver them to the snow mountain ranch when the time comes."

"Who wants to process wood? Why is there only one car? Ah! Mr. Han, hello!" When someone walked in from outside, he saw the boy throwing away the cigarette and stomping it out, he respectfully said: "Let's cut it now, I don't know what furniture you want to make?

I have the best craftsmen nearby.”

"Just cut it into wooden boards, I'm going to build a tree house with them... (To be continued.)
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