Although Zeng Gong has lived in China's North China Plain since he was a child, there have been nine droughts in ten years, and even the snowfall in the harsh winter is only 20 centimeters at most, and the scene of the snowstorm has only been enjoyed on TV, so he has no specific concept at all, let alone can estimate the danger caused by its huge destructive power.

"It's not just Greg's ranch, it's now all around the pasture with dead cows, Powell's glass conservatory has collapsed, and the last batch of organic vegetables hasn't had time to hit the market. Saunders shook his head, explaining what was going on around him.

Zeng Gong couldn't help but hesitate, and then realized how big the trouble caused by this snowstorm was, not only the inconvenience of transportation, but also the impact on agriculture and animal husbandry was too great, and how lucky he was that the cattle in the pasture actually survived the terrible snowstorm safely.

"So what's going on with Powell? Is his license also packaged for sale?" Zeng Gong couldn't help but ask with concern.

Sanders shook his head and said regretfully: "Powell said he was not prepared to sell the license and that he would grow organic vegetables if his son could survive the storm." ”

Sanders once went out of his way to talk to Powell about the issue of organic vegetable licenses, but unfortunately Powell didn't let go at all, who let this organic vegetable license be a hen that lays golden eggs, and if his son didn't go to the point of exhaustion, he wouldn't sell it.

"It's okay, let's try to get an organic vegetable license next year, I don't believe that our cattle live so well in the pasture, and Qinglian Ranch will not get an organic vegetable license." Zeng Gong said lightly, he didn't take it to heart, this kind of thing is not so easy.

In the United States, only 5% of the people who have obtained the qualification to sell organic vegetables are qualified, and it is conceivable how difficult it is to obtain an organic vegetable license.

Sanders nodded in agreement, after a few months of work, he felt that this Qinglian Ranch was particularly magical, just like the name is full of mystery, full of fairy spirit, and here Zhong Ling Xiuhui, both subtropical, tropical unique Lingxiu, and the roughness of the northern cold zone, everywhere the scenery changes, wonderful pen flowers, in this cold Montana is unique, there is such a magical place, what else is impossible to live.

"Oh my God, Zeng, why don't you have sunglasses, it's easy to get snow blindness. Sanders suddenly saw that Zeng Gong was not wearing glasses, and said in surprise.

"What is snow blindness with glasses?" Zeng Gong asked suspiciously, squinting at Sanders.

When I was in my hometown, I didn't have the habit of wearing glasses on snowy days, and I didn't have any snow blindness, Zeng Gong was really strange.

Saunders explained helplessly: "On a snowy day, the reflectivity of snow is extremely high, and strong ultraviolet stimulation can make the eyes temporarily blind, so now you have to go back and bring goggles." ”

Snow blindness is a condition in which the retina of the eye is stimulated by bright light, causing temporary blindness. Snow has a very high reflectivity of sunlight, reaching nearly 95%, and looking directly at the snow is like looking directly at the sun, which is called snow blindness because it is common in mountaineering, snow and polar explorers. Similar symptoms may occur in welders who are not wearing protective devices.

When traveling in snowy weather, wear sunglasses with UV protection, lenses with polycarbonate or R39, or full-face gray glasses with frog lenses, and supplement vitamins, vitamin B complex, vitamins and vitamin E.

Zeng Gong was a little stupid after hearing this, he was also going to go to Yunmengze after inspecting the cattle to see if he could add a little winter ingredients to Prince Abdullah and them, although the winter ingredients are not scarce now, but they are still not as good as completely fresh ingredients, and now he has to say goodbye to Sanders.

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"Yes, Mr. Powell is here. Zeng Gong walked into the living room, and as soon as he untied his scarf, Jason stood up with Powell.

Powell is a typical old French man, with a high nose bridge, light blue eyes as clean as a clear blue sky, a long golden head with a long blank and rolling waves, very French artist style, navy blue suit is straight.

As early as the end of the nineties, with the proliferation of fertilizers and pesticides, although the world's grain production doubled year after year, the old French man insisted on producing organic vegetables completely because of the French style of unfounded worries, which made it easy for him to get the certification of organic vegetables, and once became the most famous rich man in Livingston.

"Hello Mr. Powell, it's snowing too much outside, why are you here, it's too dangerous on this road. Looking at Powell's expression, Gong showed a relaxed smile and took a few steps to shake his hand.

"It's okay, the snow plough has pretty much cleared the roads here. Powell hung his head slightly, his voice was very low, probably thinking of his son who was far away in New York, he was very worried, but he had to deal with the problems on the farm before he could go to New York to help his son.

"Hear Sanders and Jason say you're interested in my farm?" Powell sat on the sand and stirred his spoon in his coffee cup, even the mellow aroma became tasteless to his palate and smell.

Zeng Gong nodded lightly, and admitted it, but what really interested him was not his hundreds of acres of land, but his organic vegetable license and the oak forest, hundreds of acres of land were just grass and rabbits, and now the license was completely gone, but the oak forest he was determined to get.

In fact, there is a little secret that currently belongs to Zeng Gong himself is hidden in the oak forest that day, although most of the oak forest belongs to him, but no one can guarantee that there will be some unnecessary disputes under the money, and it is also a good place to raise Iberian black pigs.

"As long as the price is right, the oak farm is yours. Powell said heavily.

He was reluctant, he had lived here all his life, especially this oak farm, which was full of the efforts of two generations of them, but he didn't expect that now he would give it up in his own hands and then leave the country, which is how similar the scene he came to the United States with his father decades ago.

"Powell, what do you think of eight million dollars?" Zeng Gong said with a smile

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