Lisko’s American Life

But if the first generation Mr. Wagner did it himself, it would be commemorative.

After entering the pasture, there was still a distance from the residence. Lisko looked out the window. Among the endless green pastures, there were towering mine shafts. Herds of cattle and sheep raised their heads from time to time, glanced at the clouds, and then lowered their heads to eat. with green grass.

Led by the leading cowboy, the group of horses jumped and ran in the ranch like having fun.

There are also laboring planting areas. The wheat planted in spring has turned yellow, and it will be the harvest season in two weeks. The sea of ​​golden wheat is swaying with the wind.

Texas is also a major wheat production base in the United States, and the largest wheat base here is Wagner Ranch.

The car soon stopped in front of a cobblestone-decorated villa, and Lisko saw a familiar face from the window.

Ace got out of the car first, then respectfully opened the door from the side, and Lisko got out of the car.

"Hey, my friend, I'm sorry I didn't meet you in person, was the trip going well?"

A Caucasian man in white casual clothes stepped forward to greet him. His hair was blond and curly, and his facial features were like an elegant man walking out of an oil painting.

"Hey Ian, how are you doing?"

Lisko also stepped forward, the two embraced, and patted the back twice politely.

This man is the owner of Wagner Ranch, Ian, Wagner.

"Come on, go in and rest first."

With a sincere smile, Ian stretched out his hand, signaling Lisko, the guest, to walk ahead.

As the footsteps stepped into the living room, the whole front suddenly opened up. This villa looked inconspicuous from the outside, but after walking in, I realized that the living room was really not small.

The first thing that catches the eye is a deer head with twelve prongs, the eyes have been snapped off, and two red crystal gemstones are inlaid. Looking from the door, it looks lifelike, as if it is not alive.

The fur has been treated and hung on the fireplace, besides there are wolf head, tiger head, and bear head specimens, which are very imposing.

"The deer head is my grandfather's prey, the tiger's head is my grandfather's prey, and the bear's head is my father's prey. When I take over, I can only count on a wolf's head."

Seeing Lisko staring at the specimens above with great interest, Ian explained, his tone full of helplessness. After all, as a junior, it is not easy to repeat to his elders. These animals were all hunted from the nearby mountains. , which is the hunting ground of their Wagner family.

"A family with a long history."

Lisko reckoned that the significance of this custom was to let his descendants remember that their ancestors snatched a family fortune from the mouths of these animals, and don't forget their duty and iron blood.

This habit is great. If Lisko has a child in the future, he will also take him to hunt, and then treat it as his coming-of-age gift. Hunting is not cruel and easy to kill, but to tell the children that they are in awe of life and that they have nothing to do with these running animals. The same gives them a sense of conquest.

Nature has a lot to teach people, and every lesson is precious.

Ian pulled Lisko to sit on the sofa, clapped his hands, and the maid brought a cup of black tea in due course.

The United States is a country without history, and because it is multi-ethnic, so many habits are not the same, but in the upper class, everyone is in line with Britain, a country with a long history, and most of the guests are treated with black tea.

Liske took a sip of the tea. It tasted fragrant but not bitter. It was astringent but not astringent. It had a filling feeling. It was a good variety of British black tea.

"My friend, I will be happy to entertain you after I come here for a few more days."

Ian took out his pipe, lit it, and said to Lisko.

"I came here this time to learn from you. The current ranch is not easy to manage."

Lisko put down the teacup and exchanged greetings with Ian.

"Yeah, the prices of farm products are getting lower and lower, and those goddam Wall Street bugs and stupid governments don't care whether we live or die."

Speaking of this, Ian is also full of resentment. Although there are not many other agricultural and sideline products in his ranch, the price of wheat has also dropped significantly. Fortunately, his main supply is many wineries. The contract has just been signed, and the loss is not large. It's big, but the high and low price also makes him very mentally and mentally exhausted.

Affected by the economic crisis, most of the ranches could no longer hold on. As the largest private rancher in the United States, Ian also received news from many acquainted ranchers. Many of them changed jobs, and large tracts of ranch were sold at low prices. Sell.

"Lisko, you are my friend. Wagner Ranch has no secrets from you. You can watch as you like, Ace."

Ian said, calling the ranch supervisor who was guarding the door.

"gentlemen."

Ace heard the call and came in immediately.

"Remember, to know everything about my friends."

"OK."

Lisko picked up the black teacup, and thankfully raised it in Ian's direction. He was really very interesting, and he recognized the favor.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries for a while, during which Ian also asked about the situation of Lisko's new book. He can also be regarded as Lisko's book fan. He has read every book, and "Blood Road" is his favorite among them.

This book, which describes the construction of a large railway by Chinese workers, seems to bring him back to the era when his ancestors worked hard.

After chatting for a while, Ian proposed that the maid take Lisko to the guest room to settle down first, to rest and rest from the fatigue caused by the journey, and it will soon be lunch time.

Lisko and David carried their luggage and went upstairs with a pretty maid. The second floor was the guest room, and their rooms happened to be adjacent to each other.

Most of the decorations of this villa are the styles that were popular in the United States in the past. Not only are they not outdated now, but they have a different sense of history.

The corridors are filled with paintings by native artist Bill Anton, a painter with a particular fondness for the American West.

Most of the paintings are scenes of cowboys grazing, as well as herds of horses, cattle, and towering mountains.

Although it may not be able to compare with those world famous paintings in terms of price, it is very suitable for the paintings to hang here.

Although the exterior looks vicissitudes, the decoration inside the room is not far behind. They are all the most popular styles nowadays. Lisko opened the door to enter, the high-end furniture, and the popular glass bathroom and jacuzzi all reflect the owner of the villa. A sense of fashion that keeps pace with the times.

Lisko put away his luggage in a good manner, then took a good soak in his sore body in the jacuzzi, and when he came out of it, all his fatigue was swept away.

"gentlemen."

Lisko was wiping his hair with a bath towel. His hair had been getting longer and longer recently, and it had already reached his back when it fell.

"Come in."