"Winnie! I'll fight you!"

Han Xuan wiped his face with his sleeve and shouted loudly.

Who would have thought that such a land king had such a spoof side. The bear's paw was not hard and the brown bear didn't exert force, but the foam felt uncomfortable on his face and his eyes couldn't be opened. He quickly rinsed it with water on his face.

After washing, Han Xuan's body was already wet and had no worries anymore. He threw himself into Winnie's arms and rubbed his face hard with both hands. It was full of fat, sometimes round and sometimes flat.

The brown bear closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. It would be enough to successfully attack once. If the arrogant continues, he still has no luck. If the food is gone...

Winnie shivered immediately, and sent her face forward and handed it to Han Xuan for rubbing it. She thought it was just a massage after washing the sauna.

The shower gels used for Fat Ding and others are the best brands, so Han Xuan doesn't care if he touches it. He just planned to take a shower, but now it seems that he doesn't need it anymore.

Seeing the comfortable expression on Winnie's face, Han Xuan was so angry that he twisted his nose and crawled down. Before he could stand firm, another column of water ejected from all directions.

I thought it was me who was teasing me, but when I opened my eyes with my hands, I realized that it was the automatic sprinkler that started, the shower gel foam on my body slid down the water flow, and the color of the lawn leaves suddenly became darker.

When Fat Ding saw something interesting, he jumped off the steps and twisted his butt and ran over, meowing constantly. When Han Xuan's feet turned into a soup cat, he looked as ugly as he looked.

The Johnny's limbs kept moving, and soon got into the mist, looking at his desolate companions with his head held high and his chest raised. A frog jumped past it, and his head stretched and shrunk, and the frog turned into its afternoon snack.

Since this is already the case, Han Xuan simply took off his clothes and showed his thin body. When he was taking a shower, he only had one thought in his mind: I hope my father will not pump water from Rota Lake in order to save water...

The sprinkler worked for ten minutes. When it stopped, Han Xuan trotted home in his underwear, leaving all the wet clothes and the wet pets outside and air-dry them naturally.

Under Joanna's strange gaze, he hid in the bathroom and washed it again, put on clean clothes and went upstairs leisurely.

Fat Ding and Winnie, two guys, big and small, squatted side by side by side by side, envious of their master's treatment. Water kept dripping from them. Winnie shook her head, and the window glass suddenly became blurred, and only two shadows could be seen fighting each other.

Han Xuan smiled and ignored them. It was not easy to catch a cold in this weather.

Back in the second floor room, I used a hair dryer to dry my hair, took out the gifts I bought in Los Angeles from my suitcase and placed them on the bed. After I packed them all, I lie on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The time for easy fatigue has just passed. I wanted to take a little rest, but when I closed my eyes, I could always hear the sound of the upstairs. I was curious to get off the bed and put on my shoes. I walked along the spiral staircase to the attic study.

Han Xuan was surprised to find an olive bird standing on his desk. His feathers were black and yellow markings. When he saw someone coming in, the bird was frightened and jumped, standing on the bookshelf, shaking its tail.

He kept screaming, like a thrush or a yellow oriole. His voice sounded very nice, at least better than the duckling voice of a macaw.

This is a rice-eating bird. Every summer, it travels thousands of kilometers to Montana to eat the rice produced in summer. You can often see them on the pastures. Very ordinary North American birds.

I was curious about how it came to the house. The rice-eating bird was usually afraid of people. I turned my head and saw that the attic window was closed. I thought it might have been trapped by it because it was not paying attention. I opened the window table with a smile, bent down and stretched out my hand, making a gesture of inviting people.

After the initial fright, the rice-eating bird gradually recovered from its consciousness. Its round and small eyes kept blinking, looked at Han Xuan, spread its wings and fell to the ground and jumped forward.

I found that the boy had no malice and flew out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the cloud and disappeared.

Han Xuan also crawled out of the window, holding the balcony railing in his hand, and looking at the beautiful scenery of his own ranch.

Affected by downy mildew, the green grass was a little dim, and the alfalfa was sparsely blooming with purple flowers, competing with the lavenders, and a slight disadvantage.

Lota Lake is blocked by tall pine trees, and only a small part of it is exposed. There are continuous round ripples on the lake surface, which are traces made by carp. The pikes slide across the water, and the ripples will be like arrows, straight and slender.

Beside the pool downstairs, my father was talking to a man. He was a little far away and couldn't see his face clearly, but the ranch staff would definitely not be dressed like this, with backpacking and hiking pants, just like a guest traveling into the mountains.

Seeing that his father left with him, Han Xuan shouted: "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Look at the alfalfa!" Han's father put his hands beside his mouth and replied, "Do you still remember Professor Andrew whom you told you? Martinez's teacher!"

"Hello! Mr. Andrew!" the boy said hello from a distance and waved, "Wait for me, I'll go with you!"

After saying that, he bent down and entered the study room. In a hurry, he dropped one of his slippers, turned around and picked them up, walked through the corridor, and ran down the stairs.

Guo’s mother was preparing salad in the kitchen. When she heard the movement, she poked her head out: “Do you want to go out and eat something first?”?

"No need, my dad is waiting for me outside. Put it here first and come back to eat." Han Xuan said with a smile, took half of the cucumber, bit it in his mouth and walked to the entrance, squatting on the ground to change his shoes.

The fat den was basking in the sun at the door, and the brown bear didn't know where he had gone. When the cat saw the boy, he pretended to ignore him and left his eyes. He wanted him to come and apologize, but there was no movement for a long time. He turned around and found that Han Xuan had walked forty or fifty meters and hurriedly chased after him.

There were all kinds of parrots standing on the branches in the distance. Han Xuanwei panted and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes. Han's father thought he was tired, so he half hugged his son and continued to talk to Professor Andrew: "Are you saying it was caused by downy mildew?"

"Yes, one of the fungi, alfalfa grows too well in your ranch. There are many alfalfa leaves here, which leads to poor ventilation and light transmission. Moreover, the rainfall is relatively abundant this year and the air is humid and stuffy. These are all conducive to the reproduction and growth of downy mildew."

Professor Andrew's accent is a bit Texas-style, he is in his fifties, has white and tender skin and a little red blood.

He continued: "I have just been here for a long time and don't know much about the situation. Can you tell me carefully? I found that several ranches have this symptoms. The ranches where the yellow bamboo grass and Mexican corn grass are all fine. In previous years, they were unlucky, and alfalfa rarely gets sick."

Realizing that he had said something inappropriate, Andrew smiled awkwardly: "Sorry."

"It's okay, I've just returned to the ranch for a few days. I have to ask the cowboys. Please go here."

"By the way, where is Martinez? I haven't seen him yet after coming."
Chapter completed!