As soon as Ning Ning admitted his mistake, everything disappeared immediately the next morning, and the whole family returned to its original state, the old couple was in charge of breakfast, Jian Heng and Damai were riding horses, and Ning Ning was responsible for sleeping lazily at this time, children, always sleepy.

When it was time to eat breakfast, Jian Heng picked up the little girl, and the whole family got together for breakfast, as for what happened at the table as usual, Ning Ning first didn't want to eat this, didn't want to eat that, and then was glared at by Sun Xiuying's eyes and immediately lowered her head to eat.

In short, there is talk and trouble, and there is a family atmosphere.

"Son, is there anything going on in the morning?"

Seeing that Jian Heng had finished eating, Jian Zhenhua immediately asked.

Jian Heng said: "Dad, what's the matter with you?" ”

"I want to go to the ranch with your mother, I've been here for almost a week, I don't even know how big the ranch is, I want to go to the real feeling, it's not easy to talk to people when I go back," Jian Zhenhua said.

Sun Xiuying said: "What's so nice about this, except for snow or snow, you have to go to see you, I won't go." Son, you take him to see it, and when you get home, he can blow it to others, and if you don't take him to see it, you can kill him."

Jian Heng listened and said: "Then I'll find someone for you, I want to go to the aviation school today to have a look."

"Learn how to fly an airplane, right?"

Seeing Jian Heng nodded, Jian Zhenhua said: "Then you go, then you go, this is a serious matter!" ”

As soon as he heard that his son was going to learn to fly an airplane, Jian Zhenhua immediately raised his hands to support, if his son learned to fly a plane, then he could take it out and blow it with his old friends when he returned to China.

Jian Zhenhua may not know how easy it is to learn to fly a plane in the United States, in his impression that flying a plane is a very tall thing, just like someone could drive a car thirty years ago, it is a craft that can make a living, and if you say you can drive a car in a relationship, it is a special plus.

"Then I'll find Zhang Jialiang, when he inspects the ranch, you and him will be with you, just so the two of you can ride a snowmobile," Jian Heng said, taking out the phone from his pocket.

"That, son, I still want to learn to ride a horse, you see you have time to teach me," Jian Zhenhua said again.

"Horseback riding? What if you fall, old arm and leg? As soon as Sun Xiuying heard that her old man wanted to learn to ride a horse, she immediately became a little worried.

Jian Zhenhua said: "How old is the old Yao who massaged, isn't he also a newcomer to horseback riding, you see that he is now riding a big white horse!" I trained myself."

"Old Man Yao got the white horse done?" Jian Heng asked in surprise.

In the past, Jian Heng knew that the big white stallion in the old man's picture was the big white horse that was particularly tall and long, and it was also one of the first horses that Jian Heng took out of the space, and it was not a particularly good horse, but it was good-looking, tall, and powerful, otherwise Old Man Yao would not have picked it.

It's just that Jian Heng didn't expect that Old Man Yao would subdue this white horse so quickly, which was a bit unexpected by Jian Heng.

"Yes, yesterday afternoon, I saw him riding that tall and big beautiful white horse, ouch, that horse is really beautiful, a water of snow-white hair, with a white saddle and a white belt, it is really beautiful" Jian Zhenhua became more and more excited.

Jian Heng looked at his father's appearance, and was very suspicious in his heart: I said that my father would not also be poisoned by the white horse!

I have to say that many horse laymen especially like white horses, and have an almost pathological love for white horses, just like the old man Yao, who fell in love with the white horse in the stable at a glance, and three meals a day, plus a supper at night, were fed by the old man himself.

Thinking of this, Jian Heng felt that it was not too surprising that Old Man Yao had subdued the white horse, horses are always emotional animals, after such a long time of feeding, coupled with people's respect and intimacy for horses, people and horses will definitely establish feelings between people.

"I'll talk about horseback riding when I come back, don't worry about it yet, anyway, I'm sure I'll teach you how to ride a horse, and I'll vomit as soon as you get on the horse, okay?" Jian Heng said with a smile.

Jian Zhenhua was happy when he heard it: "Okay, then you go learn to fly a plane first."

After talking to my mother, chatting with Damai and Mai, and then handing over my father to Zhang Jialiang, Jian Heng got in the car and drove to the location of the aviation school.

When he arrived at the aviation school, Jian Heng thought that he would have to register a book or something, and then wait for the notice to study again, who knew that after filling out a bunch of forms, a foreigner with a big belly in his forties called Jian Heng over and went directly to the theory class. And it was said that it was a theoretical class, and it was not done in the classroom, but directly took Jian Heng to a workshop, where there was a cross-sectional model of an aircraft engine, standing in front of this mold, the fat old man began to introduce the principle of the propeller aircraft engine to Jian Heng.

This thing alone taught a lesson, and after a while, he talked about the various instruments on the plane, because he took the lowest level of certificates, so there are not many tables on this kind of aircraft, and Jian Heng had a general impression without a class, and in the last class, this fat old man flew directly to the sky with Jian Heng in a propeller plane and went around in a circle.

got off the plane, the first day of three classes was over, and then the old man asked Jian Heng when he would come again for the second class, Jian Heng was waiting to fly the plane, so naturally he said that he would continue to come tomorrow.

So Jian Heng continued to come to the aviation school the next day, still a fat old man, and began to teach Jian Heng the overall structure of the entire aircraft, as well as how to solve some small problems of the aircraft, for the propeller aircraft, the structure is not complicated, after so many years of development, all the mechanical structures have long been optimized and can no longer be optimized, what movement is where the problem, has long been compiled into a booklet.

Twenty class hours, I was stunned and was killed by Jian Heng in four days, and the rest was an independent five-hour flight, which was also played by Jian Heng in the next two days.

Just waiting to get the certificate, when it came time for the exam, the sky was not beautiful, and it was snowing.

"I'm going!" Jian Heng walked out of the door and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he saw the snowflakes floating outside.

"Didn't you take the exam today?" After Jian Zhenhua went out, he first sighed oh It's snowing, and then asked his son Jian Heng.

"Yes, but how are you going to take the test today?" Jian Heng said and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called the teacher of the aviation school, and postponed the exam time.

Jian Heng didn't expect that the snow that should have fallen a few days ago only fell today, and it was still night, at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, when everyone was going out, God didn't want everyone to go out, and it started to snow.

I have to say that so far this winter, Jian Heng has been completely disappointed with the weather forecast, and none of the two or three snows this year has been accurate.

"Dad, let's go, let's go learn to ride a horse, we can't take the test today," Jian Heng said.

Jian Zhenhua stretched out his hand and grabbed Jian Heng: "Son, wait, I always think that you will be too hasty in learning to fly a plane, you won't meet a liar school, don't send you a fake certificate at that time!" ”

Jian Zhenhua is a little strange, his son went to learn to fly a plane such a tall thing, how did he do the exact opposite of what he imagined, just after a week of study, he said that he took the exam and got the certificate, which made Jian Zhenhua feel that this school is not like teaching to fly an airplane, and buying a baked sweet potato on the street is not as fast as them.

The old man had been thinking about it in his stomach for a few days, and now he finally couldn't bear it anymore, afraid that his son would be fooled and eat, so he reminded him loudly.

"How did you come up with this?" Jian Heng felt funny when he heard it, American universities are fake, there is a demand, what is the demand for aviation schools, this thing is the same as a driver's license, you can know the truth or falsehood by checking it directly, and although the preaching is a bit sloppy, but such a large and small airport, there are thirty small propeller planes parked, who is interested in cheating that tuition.

This is like using a Rolls-Royce driving school to cheat thousands of dollars in tuition fees when practicing driving, isn't it putting the cart before the horse.

"Dad, they have a lot of planes, and it's still an aviation club, and they mainly earn money from aviation clubs, not looking to find someone to take the pilot's license. After flying here a few times, I finally understood why the little devil lost so badly in World War II! There are too many people playing with airplanes on the American side," Jian Heng said with a smile.

In the past few days when Jian Heng was studying, he could meet a lot of people who came to the flying club to play airplanes every day, and more than 20 people rushed into the sky every day, and then went home after walking in the sky for a few hours.

It felt a bit like going to the gym, as if it had become a habit for these people, and not coming there once or twice a week would make their lives fall short.

At present, there are about 700,000 people in the United States who have primary pilot licenses, and there are 200,000 people who hold more advanced aircraft licenses.

Not only are there many people flying, but the threshold for flying is also low, and the average person spends 5,000 dollars a year, so you can share the same plane provided by the aviation club with other people.

As long as the flight time is staggered, then it is equivalent to the four people sharing the plane, and the cost of maintenance and so on is the club's. As long as you pay the 5,000 US dollars, each person can fly a certain amount of time, of course, if the mileage is exceeded, then you can add some extra money.

With such a foundation, it is hard to complain that 70% of the world's private jets are in the United States.

"I'll just remind you" Jian Zhenhua saw that his son was so determined, so he opened his mouth and said.

"Don't worry, I'll take the photo, I'll go get one and come back and drive it," Jian Heng couldn't help but rub his hands when he said.