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There is a river running through the Inger farm, which is called the Little Rhine. When I heard the name, I couldn't help but laugh at how famous the Rhine was in Europe, and how Ham had stolen a small Rhine here. Looking at the scenery around the Little Rhine, it is really different from the scenery of the authentic Rhine.

I walked down the river, and when I was about to reach the mouth of the river, Ham suddenly told me to turn left and go up the bridge to cross the river.

After crossing the river, Ham told me to drive straight ahead, and after about ten minutes the car stopped in a small warehouse.

"This is your storeroom?" I asked Ham, and I had to sigh that the Ham family really had a lot of money, and the warehouses had been built into warehouses!

Ham said, "Isn't it?" After he had said this, the man had already gotten out of the car and walked to a low house next to the warehouse.

I followed Ham closely, and after a while Ham motioned for me to stop and wait for him. I wondered why Ham was so mysterious at this time, and I was about to ask why, but Ham had already entered the dwarf house first, and the door of the dwarf house slammed shut.

I waited outside for about an hour before Ham came out of the low house, holding a small notebook with a very bright shell. Ham was followed by an old man in his sixties. After Ham gave a brief introduction to the two of us, the old man held out his hand.

What stranged me was that his hand did not look like the hand of an old man in his sixty, but more like the hand of a young man in his thirties.

I took a closer look at the old man and found that he was not a Westerner, and although he had tried his best to disguise himself as a Westerner, his demeanor and innate aura could not be concealed.

I didn't ask him for his true identity, after all, Ham was there, and I couldn't speak.

Ham handed me the notebook and told me that it was the roster of all the farmers in Ingle's Farm, and I opened it and looked through it, but I couldn't find the name of Jimir.

This notebook is a record of all the farmers and residents in Ingle's Farm, and if there is no record of Jimir, it means that Jimir is not on the farm at all.

My mood instantly fell to the extreme! Could it be that my uncle's words are all lies? Could it be that Hanks' last words were also deceitful?

Why did they both not hesitate to tell me that Jimir was at the farmstead? But in fact, Jimir is not at the farm! The solid evidence of the iron was in front of me, and I was instantly overwhelmed, and I was not in the mood to look for Jimir anymore. Let it mean what it means, and why should I have to find out what it means when the person writing it deliberately does not let me know?

I decided that I would leave London in 10 days, and in those 10 days, I would have to enjoy London. What a cathedral, what a beautiful landscape, I can't leave behind!

After letting go of this burden in my heart, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He returned the notebook to Ham and started chatting with him.

By this time, the old man who had been waiting for Ham in the storeroom had returned to the house, and it was just me and Ham outside.

Because it was getting late, Ham and I were going to stay in the storeroom for a day before leaving, and the storeroom was poorly equipped and there were not many entertainment facilities, so we had to sit outside and chat.

"Walker," Ham asked me, "I wonder why you have to find Jimir?" Could it be that Gimir is not on my farm, are you mistaken? ”

"I'm not mistaken," I replied to Ham, "and I can tell you with certainty that Jimir is on your farm." But as to why I couldn't find Jimir, I'm afraid only God knows. Alas! Speaking of this, I still sighed, my giving up this time is equivalent to wasting more than three months in vain, which is really hard to give up.

"Maybe Jimir is dead." "We don't have any lower level helpers on the roster. Walker, maybe Jimir was once on my farm, but it's not necessarily that he's gone. Ham said this, he wanted to comfort me.

I smiled and said, "Jimir is the only survivor of a kingdom in ancient China, he won't be so miserable, right?" "I would not believe that Jimir was a low-level helper at Ingle's Farm.

"Then why can't you find him?" Ham asked me rhetorically, leaving me speechless.

The two of them were silent for a long time before I asked Ham, "What is the name of this old man who guards the storehouse for you?" ”

Ham laughed: "His name is Yang An, and he is Chinese. ”

"Chinese?" I wondered, "Then why is he here?" ”

Ham said, "I don't know about this, but I saw him here when I was very young guarding the treasury for my family." Walker, you must be wondering why Yang An is pretending to be a Westerner, right? ”

I nodded, I did wonder about that.

Ham laughs, "That's what I taught him to do." He laughed for a moment before he said, "You know what? Yang An is old and interesting, and he is simply a happy living treasure. ”

"Happy Baby?" I was surprised to see how Ham would say that someone older than himself was a living treasure.

Ham quickly understood what I meant, explaining, "I mean, Yang Ann has a good sense of humor. Walker, don't look at Yang An's lifeless appearance now, you will know how humorous he should be in a while. ”

I was silent, unable to believe what Ham had said.

You must know that when I saw Yang An just now, he was wearing a big hat on his head. In general, a person who likes to wear a big hat is an introverted and withdrawn person, how can he be humorous?

I beg to differ, but I'm afraid that Ham is right, so I just laugh it off.

Ham naturally guessed that I didn't believe him, and in order to prove that what he said was right, he got up and went to Yang An. By this time the sky was already dark, and the moon in the sky had made the earth bright.

People say that the moon of fifteen is sixteen round, but I didn't expect that in distant England, the moon of sixteen is still so round.

Ham and Janan walked up to me and sat down.

Seeing that I was looking at the sky motionless, Ham asked me, "What are you doing looking at the sky when you're fine?" ”

"Don't you think the sky is beautiful, Ham?" I pointed to the sky with a full moon.

"Beauty is beauty, it's just not as beautiful as you say." Ham said.

"What about you? What do you think? I asked Yang An, and this was the first time I had talked to him.

He was very open, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's beautiful, the sky is really beautiful." It's just that this eternal beauty, no matter how beautiful it is, has become prosaic. ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】