February 23, 1994, Snow Mountain Ranch.

This spring came very early, exactly the opposite of winter. The temperatures were rising every day, and there was almost no snow except the snowy mountains in Flathead in the distance.

It seems that there is some magic. Han Xuan has only been home for three days. Last night, the tender buds on the grassland emerged from the soil overnight. Green can be seen vaguely from a distance. They are alfalfa scattered last autumn.

The lavender has withered for a few months and is now resurrected, only centimeters tall, and it will take a long time to wait for them to bloom.

In the garden, no one cares about the colorful pheasant, but it stays here and keeps away, and is mixed in the hens all day long, as if this is the only way to highlight its beauty.

On the south side of the villa, near the lavender field, a circular building quietly started construction, just bringing cement, gravel, and some large tools.

Passing by the helicopter, the cowboys pointed and rated it, and although they took turns to fly up the circle yesterday, they were still a little curious about it.

This helicopter was named "Snow Mountain". Han's father was finally satisfied. If you have the ability, you will also float an iceberg in the sky. Let me try it. The mother and son have nothing to say about his strange thoughts.

Compared with the desolate scenes of several surrounding pastures, Martinez, a top student at Montana State University, is sure that it is because the western mountains block it, and the temperature here is higher, which is conducive to plant growth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked away by Old Patton. Who knows what the wind blowing from the north has to do with the western mountains. He thought it must be because of God's blessing that this is why.

The Labrador Pudding waited for Old Patton to open the railing, ran in quickly, and drove the flock out, thinking it was going to grazing.

The old man shouted, "Pudding, no need today. We want to shear the wool. Just watch them by your side."

"Oh my God, more than 6,000 Merino sheep, when will it be cut?"

Martinez moved the frame electric scissors and kept complaining: "Damn it, a sheep has nearly fifteen kilograms of hair, and hundreds of Romney sheep are waiting for me. Why didn't you invent something like a milking machine? You threw the sheep in and automatically picked it up and ran out."

"Someone sells bloody wool clothes, do you want to buy them?"

Old Patton slapped him on the back of the head and urged: "Everyone work quickly. Lancome called again in the morning. They are still waiting to buy and make cosmetics!"

"And you guys hurry up. It takes five minutes to spend one person. It takes more than ten people alone. It takes two or three days to go to the vegetable garden to ask someone to come and help."

"Forget it, they won't." The old man shouted: "John, go and call all the cowboys over. I won't let go of sheep in the past two days. Just take care of those but horses and cows."

Martinez waited for Patton to finish speaking, and finally got stuck in his mouth after holding it in for a long time. He asked, "Cosmetics? Didn't they make sweaters or something before."

"Their company found it by itself and said it would make sheep oil." Old Patton said, and skillfully grabbed a merino sheep and began to shear hair: "It's so stupid. In the past, only sold hair, it was only $11 per kilogram, so I had known that I would have sold it to them."

"Sheep oil? Are you talking about the oil in your stomach?"

"Idiot! Refined from the hair! Don't talk nonsense, cut it quickly!"

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The boy held McDull, and the little bell ringed straight.

When he found that the cowboys were walking towards the same place, he saw the Ryan from Canada behind him, stopped and waited for him to come, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, Patton is looking for us, there must be something wrong." Ryan dozed off, with dark red hair messy, and it seemed that he had just woken up from a nap.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Han Xuan let go of the donkey and let it play by itself, looking at Ryan: "How about those high-head sturgeons?"

“It’s quite delicious.”

“…I’m asking why they are here.”

Ryan scratched his head and looked at the boy's finger. It turned out that his plane door was not closed properly. He blushed in an instant, and he covered up his embarrassment when he spoke: "It should be looking for a place to lay eggs. Dams are built everywhere on the Fraser River, and they can't swim up."

"It's really delicious?" Han Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Well, Anderson and I caught a piece some time ago. There were too many fish roe in the spring, and most of them were eaten by your brown bear. It has been pestering me recently."

"That seems to be pretty good, Ryan, this is illegal, it's not the fishing season yet."

"Oh~ I understand. I'll cast a net to catch a piece of paper for you when I have time."

"That's all."

Han Xuan stretched out his little hand, Ryan looked serious and shook with him. Soon he came to the sheep pen, and a few merinos were running outside in a bare state.

"Barton, do you cut wool in this weather?"

When the old man heard the boy talking, he raised his head and smiled, "There's no way. Fortunately, the weather is not cold recently. Please feed some good materials to compensate them in the future. The buyer was anxious, as if the stock would be out of stock without this batch of wool."

"My Burberry scarf is made of merino wool, and the quality is really good." The boy stood by the railing and said to the old cowboy. He picked up the fur on the ground, and after touching it, he reached out to the scarf.

Old Patton straightened his waist and patted the gray on his body: "How about it, our wool should be comfortable. After refining sheep oil this time, the remaining wool will be sold at a high price."

"It's true, why is this happening?" Han Xuan carefully felt the difference between the two, and then compared it to find that the Burberry scarf was not as soft as the wool in his hand.

When Old Patton saw that the scissors in his hand were out of power, he changed into a new one in the basket.

"I just discovered that the longer the wool of these sheep is, the thinner it is. Although it has not been measured, it is definitely not 15 microns thick. The oil must be finer after refining. It will take a while to carefully inspect it."

When he ran into the circle, the merino sheep did not avoid him, but he went forward. Han Xuan put his hand on a ram, and it felt really comfortable to rub it.

I also went to get a pair of scissors and gestured on the sheep's belly. I couldn't find a place to start for a long time

"Just get it from its neck, be braver, don't you dare?" Martinez cheered.

Han Xuan looked at him and hummed softly, and cut it down as Old Patton had just done, and a large ball of wool fell from its back.

Merino sheep cooperated obediently, but unfortunately this novice was not good at skill. After more than ten minutes, this ram that was gnawed by a dog was sent out.

Fortunately, it couldn't see itself, otherwise it would have to ravage the boy millions of times with its horns on its head.

The alpaca in the next ring bared its front teeth unscrupulously, not knowing whether it was mocking the boy or the sheep.

The ram couldn't see it, and its companions were stunned. No matter how close they were to the boy, they dared not let him shave his hair.

Old Patton suddenly felt that sheep were so easy to catch, and he stood still and let him clean up. Those who were not available next to him were still rushing to him.

Han Xuan suddenly burst into confidence and walked towards the next sheep. The flock of sheep in front of him hurriedly dispersed.

"Hey, what's going on with your despair."
Chapter completed!