Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 354 Flying Dream

As soon as Ning Ning admitted his mistake, everything disappeared in the early morning of the next day, and the whole family returned to its original state. The old couple was in charge of breakfast, Jian Heng and Damai and Wheat rode horses, and Ningning was in charge of sleeping late at this time. Well, children are always lethargic.

When it was time for breakfast, Jian Heng picked up the little girl, and the whole family had breakfast together. As for what happened at the dinner table, it was the same as usual. Stare immediately lowered his head to eat.

   All in all, there was chatter and noise, and there was a family atmosphere.

   "Son, do you have anything to do in the morning?"

  Seeing that Jian Heng finished his meal, 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 experience it for real. It's hard to tell people when I go back," Jian Zhenhua said.

Sun Xiuying said: "What's so interesting about this? It's snowy. You want to go to see you, but I won't go. Son, you can take him to have a look. When he gets home, he can also play with others. You If you don’t take him to have a look, you can kill him in a hurry.”

   Jian Heng heard this and said: "Then let me find someone for you, I want to go to the aviation school to have a look today."

   "Learn to fly a plane?"

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

  As soon as he heard that his son was going to learn to fly a plane, Jian Zhenhua immediately raised his hands to support him. If his son learned to fly a plane, he would be able to show it to his old friends when he returned to China.

Jian Zhenhua may not know how easy it is to learn to fly an airplane in the United States. In his impression, flying an airplane is a very high-level thing, just like someone who knew how to drive a car thirty years ago, it is a craft that can make a living. In a relationship, if you say you can drive a car, that's a special bonus.

   "Then I'll find Zhang Jialiang, and you will be with him when he patrols the ranch. It happens that the two of you can ride a snowmobile." Jian Heng took out the phone from his pocket as he spoke.

   "Well, son, I still want to learn how to ride a horse. See if you have time to teach me," Jian Zhenhua said again.

   "Horse riding? What if you fall down with old arms and legs?" Sun Xiuying immediately became a little worried when she heard that her old man wanted to learn how to ride a horse.

  Jian Zhenhua said: "How old is Lao Yao who did the massage? He just learned how to ride a horse. Look, he is riding a big white horse now! He trained it by himself."

   "Master Yao got rid of that white horse?" Jian Heng asked in surprise.

In the past, Jian Heng knew that the big white stallion that the old man was looking for was the big white stallion that was particularly tall and tall, and it was also one of the first batch of horses that Jian Heng brought out from the space. A very good horse, but good-looking, tall and mighty, otherwise Mr. Yao would not have chosen it.

   It's just that Jian Heng didn't expect that Mr. Yao tamed the white horse so quickly, which was a bit beyond Jian Heng's expectation.

"Yeah, I saw him riding that tall and big beautiful white horse for a walk yesterday afternoon. Oh, that horse is really beautiful. It has snow-white fur and a white saddle. The belt is really beautiful." The more Jian Zhenhua said, the more excited he became.

  Jian Heng looked at his father's appearance, and was very suspicious: I said that my father was also poisoned by the white horse, right?

I have to say that many horse laymen are very fond of white horses. They have an almost morbid love for white horses, just like Mr. Yao, who immediately fell in love with white horses in the stables. They have three meals a day and an extra meal at night. The supper is fed by the old man himself.

Thinking of this, Jian Heng felt that it was not too surprising that Mr. Yao trained the white horse. Horses are animals with emotions. After feeding them for such a long time, coupled with people's respect and intimacy with horses, the relationship between people and horses is very harmonious. There will definitely be a relationship between them.

   "I'll talk about the horse riding when I come back. Don't worry, anyway, I'm sure I'll teach you how to ride a horse. Will you throw up as soon as you get on the horse?" Jian Heng laughed.

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

   Talked to my mother, and chatted with Damai and Xiaomai, then handed my father to Zhang Jialiang, and Jian Heng drove to the location of the aviation school.

When he arrived at the aviation school, Jian Heng thought that he had to register first or something, and then waited for the notification before going to study. Who knew that after filling out a bunch of forms, a foreigner in his forties with a big belly called Jian Heng over. , Go directly to the theoretical class. Moreover, it was a theoretical class, and it was not a lecture in the classroom. Jian Heng was directly brought to a workshop, where there was a section model of an aircraft engine. Standing in front of the model, the fat old man began to give Jian Heng The principle of propeller aircraft engine is introduced.

This thing alone taught a class, and after a short break, he talked about the various instruments on the plane. Because the certificate of the lowest level is obtained, there are not many watches on this kind of plane, and there is not a single class. Jian Heng Then I had a general impression, and in the last class, the fat old man took Jian Heng directly to fly a propeller plane into the sky and circle around.

   After getting off the plane, the first three hours of class were over, and then the old man asked Jian Heng when he would come back for the second class, and Jian Heng was waiting for the flight, so naturally he said that he would continue 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, and how to solve some minor problems of the aircraft. For propeller aircraft, the structure is not complicated , after so many years of development, all the mechanical structures have long been optimized to the point where they can no longer be optimized, and what is wrong with movement and movement has long been compiled into a booklet.

  Twenty class hours, it took four days for Jian Heng to kill him, and the rest was an independent five-hour flight, which was also lost by Jian Heng for the next two days.

   I was waiting to get the certificate. When it came time to take the exam, the weather was bad, and it was snowing heavily.

   "I'm going!" Jian Heng walked out the door, seeing the snowflakes floating outside, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

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

   "Yes, but what about the exam today?" Jian Heng 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 was supposed to fall a few days ago only fell today, and it was still at night. At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, when everyone was going out, God didn't want everyone to go out. It was snowing.

   I have to say that so far this winter, Jian Heng has been completely disappointed with the weather forecast. The two or three snowfalls this year have not been accurate.

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

Jian Zhenhua stretched out his hand to hold Jian Heng: "Son, wait, I always feel that you are too hasty in learning to fly a plane, you will not meet a school of liars, don't send you a fake certificate!"

Jian Zhenhua is a little strange. My son went to learn to fly a plane, but it was completely contrary to what he imagined. He said he would get a certificate after just a week of learning, which made Jian Zhenhua feel that this school doesn't seem like a school that teaches how to fly a plane. Yes, the baked sweet potatoes bought on the street are not as fast as theirs.

  The old man has been thinking about it for a few days, and now he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was afraid that his son would be fooled and ate it, so he reminded him aloud.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Jian Heng thought it was funny when he heard it. American universities are fake, so there is a demand, and aviation schools have fake ones. What is the demand for? Yes, and although the preaching was a bit sloppy, but such a small airport has only 30 large and small propeller planes parked, who is interested in cheating on the tuition fee.

  This is like driving a car with a Rolls-Royce driving school to cheat thousands of dollars in tuition fees. Isn't it putting the cart before the horse.

"Dad, they have a lot of planes, and it's still an aviation club. They mainly earn money from the aviation club, and they don't expect to find someone to test their pilot's license. After flying a few times, I finally understand why the little devil was defeated in World War II." It’s so miserable! There are too many people playing with airplanes on the American side,” Jian Heng said with a smile.

   During the few days of Jian Heng's study, I met many people who called the flying club to play planes every day. Every day, there were about 20 sorties of people who rushed to the sky, and then went home after wandering in the sky for a few hours.

  It feels a bit like going to the gym. It seems that it has become a habit for these people. Not coming once or twice a week seems to make their lives short.

At present, there are about 700,000 people in the United States with elementary pilot licenses, and 200,000 people with more advanced aircraft licenses. Thinking about the base of this kind of flying population, how can Japan compare, let alone Japan? , that is, in today's China, can there be tens of thousands of people who can fly?

   Not only are there many people flying, but the entry threshold for flying is also low. If ordinary people spend five thousand dollars a year, then you can share an airplane provided by an aviation club with three other people.

  As long as the flight time is staggered, it is equivalent to the four people sharing the plane, and all maintenance and other costs are the club's. As long as the five thousand dollars is paid, each person can fly a certain amount of miles. Of course, if the mileage exceeds, then some extra money will be enough.

   With such a foundation, I can't complain that people say 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 something.

   "Don't worry, I've got the photo, I'll go get one and come back and open it" Jian Heng couldn't help rubbing his hands when he said that.

  (end of this chapter)