February 23, 1994, Snow Mountain Ranch.

This spring came early, in complete contrast to winter. Temperatures are rising every day, and there is barely snow to be seen except for the snow-capped mountains of Flathead in the distance.

As if there was some kind of magic, Han Xuan had only been home for three days, and last night, the young shoots on the grassland came out of the soil overnight, and the green could be faintly seen from a distance, they were alfalfa sown last autumn.

The lavender withered for months and now re-emerges, only centimeters tall, and it will take a long time for them to bloom.

In the garden, the colorful pheasant is left unattended, but it stays here and stays with the hens all day long, as if this can highlight its beauty.

To the south of the villa, near the lavender fields, there was a circular building quietly under construction, with cement, stones, and some large tools just brought in.

Passing by the helicopter, the cowboys pointed and judged its quality, although they all took turns to fly up and down yesterday, they were still a little curious about it.

This helicopter was named "Snow Mountain", and Father Han was finally satisfied, if you have the ability, you can also float an iceberg in the sky, let me try it, and the mother and son have nothing to say about his strange thoughts.

Compared with the desolate scenes of several ranches around him, Martinez, a top student at Montana State University, is sure that because of the mountains to the west, 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 mountains to the west, and thinks that it must be because of God's blessing, so it will be like this.

Labrador Pudding, waiting for old Barton to open the railing, quickly ran in, and drove the sheep out, thinking that he was going to graze.

The old man shouted, "Pudding, don't do it today, we're going to shear the sheep, just watch them around." ”

"Oh my God, more than 6,000 Merino sheep, when are they going to be cut? ”

Martinez carried the frame of electric scissors, and kept complaining: "Damn, a sheep with nearly fifteen kilograms of wool and hundreds of Romney sheep waiting for me, why don't you invent something like a milking machine, throw the whole sheep into it, and automatically pick it out and run out." ”

"Someone sells woolen clothes with blood, do you want to buy them to wear?"

Old Barton slapped him on the back of the head and urged: "Hurry up and work, Lancôme called again in the morning, and they are still waiting to buy cosmetics!"

"And you should hurry up, one takes five minutes, and it takes two or three days to rely on more than ten people, go to the vegetable garden and call someone to come and help." ”

"Forget it, they won't. The old man shouted, "John, go and call all the cowboys, and don't graze the sheep for the next two days, just take care of the horses and cows." ”

Martinez waited for Barton to finish, and after holding back for a long time, he was finally able to interject and asked, "Cosmetics? ”

"Their company came up with it and said they wanted to make lanolin. Old Barton said, skillfully grabbed a merino sheep, and began to shear: "What a fool, I used to sell wool for only 11 dollars per kilogram, and I knew I would sell it to them." ”

"Lanolin? You mean the oil in the stomach?"

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

……

The boy was holding the McDull, and the little bell rang for a long time.

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

"I don't know, Barton is looking for us, there must be something. Ryan dozed off, his dark red hair messy, and he looked like he had just woken up from a nap.

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

"It's delicious. ”

“…… I'm asking why they're here. ”

Ryan scratched his head, and looked at the boy's finger, it turned out that his plane door was not closed, and his old face instantly blushed, and he spoke to hide his embarrassment: "I should be looking for a place to spawn, 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, I caught one with Anderson some time ago, and there was a lot of fish roe in the spring, and most of it was eaten by your brown bear, which has been pestering me a lot lately. ”

"That seems good, Ryan, it's against the law, it's not fishing season yet. ”

"Oh~ I know, when I have time, I'll cast a net and catch a strip for you. ”

"That's it. ”

Han Xuan stretched out his little hand, and Ryan looked serious and shook it with him. Soon they came to the sheepfold, where several Merino sheep were running around naked.

"Barton, this weather is the way to cut wool?"

When the old man heard the boy speak, he raised his head and smiled: "No way, fortunately, the weather has not been cold recently, let's feed some good forage to compensate them in the future." The buyer was in a hurry, as if he would be out of stock without this batch of wool. ”

"My Burberry scarf, looking at the material trademark, is made of merino wool, and the quality is really good. The boy stood by the railing, said to the old cowboy, picked up the fur on the ground, and when he had touched it, he reached for the scarf.

Old Barton straightened up and patted the ash on his body: "How about it, our wool is still comfortable, this time it will be sent to refine the lanolin, and the remaining wool will have to be sold at a high price." ”

"Really, why is this happening?" Han Xuan carefully felt the difference between the two, and compared it, he found that the Burberry scarf was not as soft as these wools in his hand.

Old Barton saw that the scissors in his hand were out of power, and the man changed them to a new one in the basket.

"I also just found out that the longer the wool of these sheep grows, the finer it becomes, although it has not been measured, but it is certainly not 15 microns thick, and the fat must be finer after refining, and it will be carefully tested after a while. ”

trotted into the circle, these merino sheep did not avoid him, but still leaned 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 belly of the sheep, but I didn't find a place to start for a long time

"It's right from its neck, be bold, don't you dare?" Martinez coaxed to the side.

Han Xuan looked at him and snorted softly, following the old Barton's action just now, and a large ball of wool fell from its back.

The merino sheep obediently cooperated, but unfortunately this novice technique was not good, and after more than ten minutes, this ram that looked like it had been gnawed by a dog was sent out.

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

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

The ram couldn't see it, and its companions were dumbfounded, and no matter how close they were to the boy, they didn't dare let him shave it.

Old Barton suddenly felt that the sheep were much better, and they all stood still, letting him clean up, and the ones next to him who didn't have time were hurried to push him.

Han Xuan's confidence suddenly exploded, and he walked to the next sheep, and the sheep in front of him hurriedly dispersed.

"Hey, what's the matter with your desperation. ”