"I guess it's a bear sanctuary, and a dwelling will be built here for bears!" Erin gave full play to her imagination, but was despised by Hong Tao, at this level of English, she is still a native language!

"I think it's the bear hunter's house." Hong Tao also used his imagination a little, and then asked Old Gail with pride.

"Neither, it's a North American Indian term that means Big Bear Territory, or Big Bear Inn." As a result, the explanation given by old Gale was different from what the two of them guessed, so it's no wonder that Americans have to buy books to learn spoken Canadian, otherwise they really don't pretend to be like it.

"Big Bear Territory" is the name of this private hunting ground, in fact, the real Big Bear Territory is a farm or farm, after walking a short distance from the road, you can see two large houses, exactly the same as in Western movies, the front is a 3-storey, half-stone and half-wood structure, this is the place to live, and the back is an all-wood structure is a horse shed, sheepfold and barn.

"This hunting ground is a little smaller, isn't it?" Hong Tao saw a place surrounded by a white wooden fence in the car, which was the size of a football field, and his heart suddenly cooled.

"No wonder Miss Zhou called you a turtle, it's either a sheepfold or a cowpen." Before Old Gale could speak, Erin on the side pouted and said strange things.

"The sheepfold?" Hong Tao looked at Old Gail, but the result was very disappointing, the old man spread his shoulders, that means to say, little brother, it's not that the big brother doesn't help, it's just that you are too weak.

"What about the hunting grounds?" Hong Tao still didn't give up.

"It's all over there...... I haven't been here for years......" Old Gail stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, his words were a little lonely, Hong Tao didn't need to ask, the second half of the old man's sentence must have been (the last time I came with my son or something).

"Over there...... How far away is that! "Looking in the direction pointed by the old man, there was a low mountain field, one mountain after another.

"How do I know about the Dao? You don't have to know the road, you can't walk all day on a snowmobile. Old Gail stopped chatting with Hong Tao, opened the car door and got out of the car, waving at the side of the house.

The owner here is younger than old Gale and Pavey, and looks younger than Harrison, but it is difficult for Europeans and Americans to distinguish age when they are middle-aged, if you have a little more beard, let's put it this way, 30 looks like 60, 60 looks like 30, so let's estimate this person's age to be between 30 and 60.

The owner's surname is Braham, called Ignatius, yellow hair, yellow beard, yellow eyebrows, yellow eyelashes, white skin and red skin, orange-red wool curly hair, the face can no longer be said to have freckles, it should be said that there is basically no freckles, a typical British look, anyway, Hong Tao thinks so, because he likes to watch football, especially the Premier League, there is a player named Scholes in the Manchester United team, who looks like this, and the height is about the same, and the height is about the same as Hong Tao.

In addition, Hong Tao is not looking at this British uncle, but his wife, his wife's name is very peculiar, translated as "Little Flower Cow", after hearing this name, Hong Tao almost bit his tongue when chewing gum.

"Mrs. Braham is an Indian." Erin saw Hong Tao's grinning strange appearance on the side, and secretly whispered from behind Hong Tao.

In fact, it doesn't need to be introduced by others, Hong Tao can see at a glance that this aunt with straight black hair and similar facial characteristics to the Mongolian is 100% an Indian.

Before this, Hong Tao only learned from other people's introductions that Canada is a multi-ethnic melting pot, but what Hong Tao saw in Toronto was nothing more than Chinese, blacks, Japanese, Koreans, Indians, Vietnamese, and all kinds of whites.

There was also a middle-aged man behind Braham, Hong Tao only glanced at it, and immediately concluded that this must be little Braham, the reason is very simple, the genetics of the man in their family are too strong, as the son of Ignatius, he doesn't have to take pictures for the rest of his life, as long as he takes out the photo of his father when he was young, absolutely no one says that it is not his son's current photo, and he doesn't even need to change his hairstyle.

In addition to this family of three, on the porch of the big house, there are also 3 little P children, the older one is only about 10 years old, and the small one is probably just back walking, they should be the grandson or grandson of Mr. Ignatius, I don't know if the genetics of the next generation are a little disordered, and 2 of them are black-haired Indians, only the eldest looks like a white man.

Greeting, introducing each other, greeting, hugging, shouting, laughing, this is the theme that happens at this moment, but Hong Tao is not invested in it at all, his head is a little insufficient at the moment, his eyes are not enough, everything is fresh, just the ethnic composition of Ignatius and their family, it is enough for him to ponder for a long time.

When the host and his wife let the guests into the living room, Hong Tao's analysis of the family situation that he had just smoothed out was overturned again, and it turned out that there were still many people hidden in the house, an old Indian man in his last years, with gray hair combed with two big girl-like braids, was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace smoking a cigarette bag, his rocking chair was covered with something similar to leopard skin, Hong Tao privately guessed that this skin should be genuine, and the cost of buying a fake in this kind of place is probably more expensive than getting the real thing.

In addition to the old man, there were two middle-aged women sitting on the sofa, one white and one Indian, and then three children, about the same age as the three standing outside, but looking more like Indians.

"This is Austen's wife, this is their second daughter-in-law, those three children are the children of their second son, and the three children outside are Austen's children." Erin perfectly replaced Zhou Xiaoli's work, she followed Hong Tao, whispering in Chinese to introduce the people present, these things she had just heard from mutual introductions, but in terms of remembering people's names, especially non-Chinese names, she was much better than Hong Tao.

Since Hong Tao was the only foreigner in the true sense of the word, the Ignatius family took special care of him, and specially gave him a greeting gift, a hat that Indians often wear.

This made Hong Tao very embarrassed, feeling as if he was celebrating the New Year when he was a child, and adults gave New Year's money. But Hong Tao couldn't refuse, and he didn't understand if the Indians had this custom and tradition, since they gave it, they would take it themselves, but like him, Sister Irene and Jim were the first people to come here, but they didn't even have a hair, so they could only watch dryly.

"Why do you want only me to have a gift and you don't?" While drinking the unique Indian-style fruit wine in Big Bear Ranch, Hong Tao secretly asked Erin in Chinese.

"These Canadian farmers don't like us Americans very much, although they don't hate it, but they don't like it, you are different, China is a distant and mysterious country for them, they like you, you see your hair, the same as Mrs. Ignatius's, it is black and straight, no way, this is God's arrangement." Without waiting for Erin to answer, Katie picked up the topic, but there was no compliment in her tone, it was all envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Come, come, I've got this here." Hong Tao looked at the three children at the door of the living room, and suddenly wanted to tease them, touched them for a long time, and finally found a thing that was not here, a small wood carving Buddha statue brought from China, which was a talisman he invited from the Lama Palace, and it was also opened and kept around his neck.

I don't know if the little Buddha statue is fresher, or if Hong Tao's same black hair and black eyes make the children feel more like his grandmother, the three children slowly rubbed to the back of the sofa, and played with Hong Tao through the back of the sofa, but they played with Hong Tao, once Irene or Katie came over, they immediately dispersed.

PS: Scheduled to be released on March 1st, I hope you will give more support to the author!