“It’s easy to know whether it’s true or not.

Post a message to study oil. If someone comes to you, it means they are deliberately concealing the news. If there is no one, it means they are not afraid that you will develop something that is not good for them.

After hearing what you said, I kind of believe that those oil merchants are doing something wrong. Even your Blueberry phones are creating false sources of goods, not to mention the oil industry closely related to the world economy."

Dad Han is rare to be smart and makes a good suggestion.

My face was blown red by the cold wind, and the temperature was around minus ten degrees Celsius. It was not a good idea to sit on a "convertible tractor".

"But I'm afraid that after the conclusion is found, the truth will scare some people. What I'll give me may not be a hush fee, but a bullet.

There are very few experts studying the causes of oil now, and no oil merchant will sponsor this research, which is enough to illustrate many problems.

At present, this set of bio-oil theory that cannot be confirmed is the most beneficial to them, so they want everyone to believe that even if someone tells the truth, there will be a large group of experts who have benefited it. They jump out and say that it is fake..."

It was just a chat after the father and son met. Han Xuan did not intend to delve into the root causes of oil. He was a rival to all oil-producing countries. Even the United States, which has rich oil reserves, would be anxious, not to mention those countless multinational oil merchants. Regardless of whether it is true or false, he would not get any benefits from it. A stable world economic environment is more beneficial to him, so why bother taking off his pants and farting too much?

When asked if Anya was cold, she saw her funny look with only her eyes exposed outside, Han Xuan knew that she was asking for nothing. She was as cold as a bear, so she shouldn't be cold.

Anya really shook her head. She is very excited now because the scenery is beautiful.

It was still snowing, and the visibility was not high.

The surroundings were covered with snow and the only color that could be seen was the road beneath his feet, winding along the low hills, leading from the birch forest to where his home was.

Don’t think that if you can’t see cattle and sheep after it snows, the number of animals will be small. If there is no cover in the snow, you can see it more clearly. A rabbit runs wildly, and a lynx is chasing it behind it.

Such a beast has become a joke in Han Xuan's eyes because of his strange figure. He has long legs, small head and short tail. No matter how you look at it, he feels weird.

Arctic foxes living on high snow-capped mountains in the hot season ran to the snow-capped ranch again. This group has no natural enemies around. They rely on the color of fur to deceive the giant birds' sharp eyes. Perhaps those who released them at the beginning did not expect that this animal could live so well in Montana.

The temperature was not so cold that it could not stand it. The colorful pheasant did not pierce its head into the snow pile, flapping its wings and flying low, in the direction of the cowshed and sheep pen, where you can find food.

Without the interference of bird repellers, among the thick snow-covered woods on the branches, bird calls came from the sounds of birds, and macaws ran to the warehouses built by humans to make a living. The most common birds were traveling pigeons.

The number of traveling pigeons is already tens of thousands, and the cowboys do not feed them in winter. It is not easy for such a large flock to find enough food. They originally planned to force them to regain their nature, but they migrated to the south in the cold winter, but unfortunately the effect does not seem to be good. They are unwilling to leave even if they starve to death, and their bodies are fed to various carnivores.

Han Xuan heard from his father that zoologists are studying countermeasures for this, and the final discussion was to feed a small portion of the food and let them find the rest by themselves. The bad luck traveler will die naturally in winter and go through the process of elimination to avoid excessive numbers.

Society is no longer the past. Human beings have snatched too much living space, and the large flock of pigeons that stretch for hundreds of kilometers and cover the sky and the sun cannot appear again...

"Wait, stop first, I'll go get something." Han Xuan suddenly spoke when he passed by the lake.

His father stopped the tractor with a brake, hung it in neutral, turned his head and asked his son: "What are you going to take? Catch fish?"

“No, withered lotus leaves.

I just reminded me that I would come to catch fish with me when I have time in the afternoon, and stew tofu with fish head soup, and I haven’t drunk it for a long time.”

After Han Xuan got out of the car, Anya also jumped out of the car. The two supported each other and walked towards the river under the thick snow. Han Qianshan also followed him and said with a smile: "Catching fish in winter is simple.

Find an ice hole, and you can knock it down with a stick. You only need to bring a bucket to catch it."

My father understood why he picked lotus leaves. The ones he could use withered lotus leaves were nothing more than those dishes. He tried this delicious food last winter.

Anya didn't know, and asked curiously, "What do you want to have withered lotus leaves?"

“Cooking and conditioning.

The lotus leaves taste very fragrant. They can be wrapped with fish or chicken, or glutinous rice and ribs. The food made from them has a great taste.”

Anya nodded to show that she understood that there are many strange things in Chinese recipes, but she could not imagine that she could not eat them.

She had never eaten dishes made of lotus leaves. As noon approached, she was hungry and couldn't help secreting her saliva.

There were all the dead lotus leaves by the lake. I picked some unbreakable ones at random, about thirty or forty pieces. After dusting off the snow, I carried them into a tractor.

Having been sitting on a tractor, his butt was so numb, so Han Xuan rode Winnie and asked Anya to come up too.

Winnie could bear this weight. Under the temptation of a jar of honey, she ran home with excitement. Anya sat behind her waist and exclaimed...

The villa by the lake is still the same, and the fountain has frozen. If you have to say that it is a big beautiful pine tree transplanted at the door, with a total of four.

Joanna was holding a long bamboo stick and knocking on Bingling on the eaves with Dai Ni. Several uninvited raccoons who came to ask for food looked at their two of them blankly. Since she knew that she had set her home next to the heating pipes, the raccoons had a lot of comfort.

My mother heard the sound and looked out through the window glass.

After walking out hurriedly, Han Xuan and Anya were given a big hug. She was thin and said hurriedly: "Go into the house first, I'm about to prepare lunch. Anya, you have your favorite beef soup.

In the morning, they gave me a deer leg, and I made it into a venison pancake. I haven't cooked for a long time, and I don't know if my skills have declined.

Why don’t you tell me about your relationship? It’s still only when you hear your grandma talk about me that I know, son, are I an unintentional person in your eyes?

Come, Anya, hold the red envelope. This is the tradition of our Chinese, and you are not allowed to refuse..."

"Who went out to hunt and kill deer again?"

Han Xuan deliberately ignored his mother's questioning, turned his elbow out, and helped Anya open the red envelope.

I found a check with the USD 888888" written on it, so I handed it over to Anya with satisfaction, and answered it to her and said, "The gift tax is so high. I will help you file taxes when the time comes. I will let the bank deposit it into your account. My mother has money, so you don't have to be polite to her."

Anya was a little at a loss. She didn't understand these things. After receiving the red envelope, she blushed and said thank you. She didn't think anything before. After confirming her relationship with Han Xuan, she was a little worried, afraid that they would not like her.

Her mother often says that in Chinese families, parents have absolute dominance over their children's relationships, and the things they are worried about have not finally happened.

Winnie and the others ran into the warm room in a flash, and were taught a lesson by Joanna who was rushing in. As soon as they finished mopping the floor, their feet were so dirty that they stepped in.

"Who said it was a deer hunting? It was clearly a death from falling.

It was frozen on the road, and a stag was hit by a car. What a pity to waste..."

No matter how the unlucky deer died, it was already made into pancakes by my mother, so it would be useless to say more.

Putting his luggage and the lotus leaves he had just picked home, Han Xuan took off his coat and lay on the sofa, sighing comfortably.

Suddenly, he noticed something seemed to be, and ran to his stomach. Han Xuan looked up and found that it was two furry little guys, one black and one white, and said in surprise: "Mickey, Minnie?

Mom, why are they back? Isn’t they in the chinchilla hall in the Snow Mountain Zoo?”

"Last time I went to the zoo to play, they recognized me and looked pitiful when they saw me, so I brought them back to raise them.

The two little pandas, Kaudie and Babu, were also there. I don’t know where they went. I haven’t seen them yet today, so I might be hiding where to sleep.”

My mother helped Anya pour some hot black tea and add two slices of lemon, without Han Xuan's portion, and then helped hang Anya's coat on the clothes hanger at the door.

When she sat on the sofa, she held Anya's hand and became more satisfied with her. She was a good girl who knew her true nature. This was more important than her appearance. She used to worry that her son would do whatever he wanted when he grew up, but now she seemed to be relieved.

The two of them whispered, and Anya sat upright, obviously very nervous, until a burnt smell came from the kitchen. His mother remembered that she was still cooking, so she hurriedly ran to turn off the gas stove and open the window to ventilate.

Han Xuan held these two furry fat mice and ravaged them. The white one was Mickey and the black one was Minnie. Her face was round and her fat one was quite cute.

They rubbed their heads against his fingers to show intimacy. They still remember Han Xuan, and when they saw him again, they were extremely happy at this moment.
Chapter completed!