I squatted in the villa for five or six days. Before it rained, Ju'an felt less and less calm. It was not for anything else, but mainly because the space water has not been put into the well in the garden this year. In addition, the weather is so hot, and the thing has caused a big loss this year. What's the matter? Although I don't drink much red wine, the bottle of red dollars is red dollars. (/baojian/baojian) Early that morning, I took Wang Fan to drive to the vineyard to take a look.

The car drove out of the villa area. Wang Fan sat in the passenger seat and called Burnster, the winery brewer, said a few words, then put down the phone, turned to Juan and said, "Burnster is already waiting for us. You said that the emperor is not in a hurry this time, and the eunuch is anxious. Suddenly, he suddenly becomes a good boss and knows to care about his own industry."

"I just look at the strange weather, and it happens to be nearby. Let's go and see the vineyards." Juan said to Wang Fan while driving and looking at the road.

I went straight to the starting point and followed the navigation without any fear of getting lost. When I passed through Los Angeles, Ju'an saw the guy opposite the city gate. Before he left, the small tent was still built at the government gate in violation of regulations.

He pointed to the white buddy sitting on the lounge chair and said to Wang Fan: "This petitioner is so awesome, he is still here this year."

Wang Fan stretched his head and looked at the white man on the roadside. It could not be said to be a convertible hood, but it could only be said to be a big white parasol, surrounded by white cloth, forming a simple tent, with two cards next to it, which said that it was against the taxes collected by the California government or the expenses reduced. Two years ago, Ju'an saw this guy squatting here. He hasn't walked away yet, and he has not worked in the past few years and does not know how to survive.

There are many cars on the road now, and it is a little blocked from time to time. At this stall, a man who looks like a tourist walked to the next to this buddy and asked to take a photo with the white buddy. A few meters away from the illegal construction, two policemen stood on the side of the road with police dogs, as if they were waiting to cross the road, and they didn't even look at the illegal buildings that were close to each other. They were very irresponsible. There is no special urban management profession in the United States. These patrolmen usually do this job themselves. The US government is poorer and cannot afford these zero-hour workers, and the US labor is also expensive. They have to let the police take the role of domestic urban management when they are idle.

"It's such a hot day, squatting here, there is no air conditioner or anything else to do at night." Wang Fan was concerned about the heat prevention and cooling situation.

Ju An smiled and said, "Don't worry about this. Maybe the protest is still in three shifts, and several people take turns to come to the government door to be on duty." Don't think this situation cannot happen. The strange protests in the United States have been ruined over the years. There are no tricks. To put it in a word, you can't do it, only you can't imagine it.

The two people started to chat with this nail household who had been at the government gate for several years. After a while, the traffic started to move.

Ju'an drove a car and joked at Wang Fan, "The United States is busy enough in China. These netizens directly regarded the White House as a petition office, and also required O'Hai to stipulate that tofu brain can only be salty and not sugar-filled. I don't know how upset O'Hai is." Thinking of this news on the White House website at that time, Ju'an wanted to laugh.

Puchi! Wang Fan laughed as he heard this: "That's a group of people who are idle and frustrated."

Two people were driving the car, and some people were talking and joking. They felt that time had passed a lot faster and drove out of the city soon. Walking up the hillside and into the forest, I suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot. When I reached the entrance of the vineyard valley, it became hot again. There were basically no tall trees, and I could only see the vineyards everywhere.

Ju'an drove his car and talked nonsense with Wang Fan, and then looked at the grapes on both sides of the road from time to time. It was obvious that this hot day still had an impact on the grapes. Many of the leaves were hung listlessly by the sun. However, these vineyards are all from others and have little to do with Ju'an. Although they are not their own, they still have to pick some of the wines made by their own winery from nearby vineyards.

The car drove through a gate. On the square gate, there were several golden eagles and feathers in English. This was when I arrived at my vineyard and I immediately felt another scene. Although the leaves were not very energetic, they were much better than what I saw just now. At least I didn’t see a few drooping, as if they were dehydrated. At least the spiritual energy of the space water has not completely disappeared. The rise of the grapes is still quite gratifying, and bunches of green grapes hung on the grape rack like small agates.

He heard the car at the door of the winery. As soon as he got out of the car, Burnster stood at the door and waved his hands at the two of them. Ju'an and Wang Fan walked over with a smile.

"Old Bourne! This complexion looks getting better and better," Wang Fan said to Burnster.

Burnst laughed loudly and said, "I am in a good mood now that the winery is so famous." After that, he took Ju'an and Wang Fan to the office.

Juan asked Burnster: "We are on vacation nearby. It has not rained for many days, so it has little impact on our grapes."

Burnster asked: "The impact will definitely have an impact, but it is not as great as other gardens. If this continues, the grapes will ripen a lot this year and the yield will also be much lower. Now some vineyards nearby have already spent money to remove some grapes from the vines."

"Are we going to reduce our grapes a little?" Just know that others can reduce the fruits. The most important thing is to see if the fruits are reduced in your garden.

Burnster said: "I haven't thought of this yet. I'm going to observe first. If the day continues like this, we may also consider reducing the grapes to make the remaining grapes develop better."

Juan nodded after hearing this, and then said to Burnster: "Find a hat for me and Fan, I'll prepare to go to the grape fields to take a look."

After hearing what Juan said, Burnster turned around and walked to his office, then took out two large and wide-brimmed hats. They were not cowboy hats, but they looked like a reduced version of the Mexican hat, and the entire hat brim was almost covering his shoulders.

Juan and Wang Fan took the hat and got stuck on their heads, followed Burnster toward the vineyard.

When I arrived in the field, Juan squatted beside a long grape net, looking at the grapes on the net, and when he walked in, he found that many grapes had red silk on them. Indeed, the grapes this year were ripe earlier than when I saw them before. I guess the grapes were still small at this time.

"The grapes in our garden are the best now." After saying that, Burnster shrugged his shoulders first: "In fact, the grapes in our vineyard are the best every year. This year there is less rain, and it is relatively hot, and the sunshine is relatively sufficient. It is a better year. But it is a bit too early to say these things now. If it continues like this, it will be more perfect if there is a little light rain." Burnster squatted beside Juan and said with a smile.

After looking at the grapes, it was roughly the same. Juan took Wang Fan and Burnster and swayed to the edge of the big well. There was still a steel net on it, and he stretched his head and looked in for a while.

Burnster said: "The water here is good. It is probably connected to some groundwater veins. At this time, there is no water surface drop. Now it depends on it when watering twice a day in the morning and evening."

Ju'an turned around with a smile and sat at the entrance of the well. The entrance was already hot in the sun. Ju'an sat for a while and moved his butt down. While Wang Fan and Burnster were chatting about grapes, he put his hands behind his back and put the space water prepared yesterday into the well.

The grapes were like this. After reading these, Ju'an and Wang Fan followed Burnster to see the workshop in the vineyard and said hello to some workers. As for the first time, Ju'an had to talk about it. The old man commanded seven or eight people now, which was obviously different from when he used to squat while watching the oak barrel erected next to the broken workshop. He spoke much louder.

When the three of them entered the wine cellar, they suddenly felt that the heat outside was swept away. The entire wine cellar was filled with buckets of red wine. Ju'an reached out to pat the barrel, and then looked at the sign on the barrel. It was the wine from two years ago. The entire wine cellar was filled with oak barrels mixed with the aroma of wine.

Wang Fan looked at the oak barrels filled with oak barrels all around and said to Ju An with a smile: "Think about it, when we first took over, the entire wine cellar was sold out. Now it looks like a winery, and the whole large wine cellar is full of fine wine." Then he suddenly thought that the winemaking old man I met for the first time was not sure what happened, so he asked Burnster: "How is the winery in the past, the winemaking old man who was suing the lawsuit now?"

Burnster shook his head and said, "Since he lost the lawsuit, he has owed a lot of debts. I heard that he had just opened a small red wine company, and it seems to be in Chile, South America, and it seems that it is in Chile, South America, so the specific situation is not clear." Who cares about a loser in California where red wine is gathering?

"What a pity, old man," Wang Fan reached out and patted the oak barrel and said, "If you sell the grapes to us, you might make a profit. Fortunately, you didn't buy them at that time, or you would have to smash them into our hands." Now Wang Fan and Miles all think that the kind of grapes are the ripening caused by a unique climate in the year. Who would have thought that Juan had a great killing weapon against the will of heaven?

I don’t know that the reason why Juan didn’t want to buy it was not that he couldn’t raise it well, but that he disliked the old man’s offer price too much and thought that you would sell it to your buddy if you were too expensive. How could such a good thing happen? It was purely because Juan’s temper was 25 years old at that time. Is there any forward-looking relationship with Juan?
Chapter completed!