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

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

In short, there are some sayings and some chaotic things, and there is a very family atmosphere.

"Son, is there anything wrong in the morning?"

Seeing that Jian Heng had finished his meal, Jian Zhenhua immediately asked.

Jian Heng said: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"I want to go to the ranch with your mother. I have been here for almost a week. I don't even know how big the ranch is. I want to feel it real, and it's hard to tell others when I go back," said Jian Zhenhua.

Sun Xiuying said: "What's so good about this? It's not just snow. If you want to see you, I won't go. Son, just take him to see him. When he's waiting for home, he can even brag with others. If you don't take him to see him, he can be frustrated to death."

Jian Heng heard this and said, "Then I'll find someone for you. I want to go to the aviation school today."

"Let's learn to fly a plane?"

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

When he heard that his son was going to learn to fly the plane, Jian Zhenhua immediately raised his hands to support him. If his son learned to fly the plane, he could take it out and whisper with his old friends when he returned to China.

Jian Zhenhua may not know how easy it is to learn to drive a plane in the United States. In his impression, flying a plane is a very high-end thing. Just like someone could drive a car thirty years ago, it was a craft that could make a living. If you fall in love, you would say you could drive a car, it would be a special bonus.

"Then I'll look for Zhang Jialiang. When he is patrolling the ranch, you can go with him. It's just that the two of them can take a snowmobile." Jian Heng said as he took out the phone from his pocket.

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

"Riding a horse? What if you fall down?" Sun Xiuying immediately became a little worried when she heard that her old man wanted to learn riding a horse.

Jian Zhenhua said: "Why is Lao Yao who is the massager, he just learned how to ride a horse? Look at him now he has ridden a big white horse! He is still trained by himself."

"Old Master Yao has done the white horse?" Jian Heng asked in surprise.

In the past, Jian Heng knew that the white stallion that the old man looked like was the very tall and pretty big white horse, and it was also one of the first batch of horses that Jian Heng picked out from the space. It was not a particularly good horse, but it was beautiful, tall and powerful, otherwise Mr. Yao would not have picked it up.

But Jian Heng didn't expect that Mr. Yao would conquer the white horse so quickly, which was a bit beyond Jian Heng's expectations.

"Yes, yesterday afternoon I saw him riding the tall and beautiful white horse. Oh, the horse is really beautiful, with snow-white hair and white belts with white saddles and white belts. It's so beautiful." Jian Zhenhua became more and more excited as he spoke.

Seeing his father's appearance, Jian Heng was very suspicious: I said that my father wouldn't be poisoned by the white horse, right!

I have to say that many laymen like white horses, and they have an almost pathological love for white horses. Just like Mr. Yao, they fell in love with the white horses in the stable at a glance. They also had three meals a day, and at night, plus a midnight snack, they were fed by the old man himself.

Thinking of this, Jian Heng felt that it was not too surprising that Mr. Yao had convinced the white horse. Horses were always emotional animals. After so long, coupled with the respect and intimacy of humans for horses, feelings will definitely be established between humans.

"I'll talk about riding a horse when I come back. Don't worry. Anyway, I'll definitely teach you how to ride a horse. Will you vomit as soon as you get on the horse?" Jian Heng smiled.

Jian Zhenhua was amused when she heard this: "Okay, then you can learn to fly the plane first."

He said to his mother, chatted with Damai and Xiaomai for a few more words, and then handed his father to Zhang Jialiang. Jian Heng drove into the car and drove towards the location of the aviation school.

When he arrived at the aviation school, Jian Heng thought he had to register first, and then waited for the notification before studying. Who knew that after filling out a bunch of forms, a big-bellied foreigner in his forties called Jian Heng over and took the theory class directly. And it was said that it was a theory class, and it was not just a lecture in the classroom. He directly took Jian Heng to a workshop. There was a sectional model of the aircraft engine in the workshop. Standing in front of the mold, the fat old man began to introduce the principle of the propeller aircraft engine to Jian Heng.

This thing was just a lesson. After a while, I talked about the various instruments on the plane. Because I got the lowest-level certificate, there were not many watches on this kind of plane. Jian Heng had a rough impression of it without a class. In the last lesson, the fat old man took Jian Heng directly to the sky with a propeller plane.

After getting off the plane, the three classes ended on the first day. Then the old man asked Jian Heng when he would come to make the second class again. Jian Heng was waiting to fly the plane, so he naturally said that he would continue to come tomorrow.

So Jian Heng continued to come to the aviation school the next day, and he was still a fat old man. He 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 mechanical structures have long been optimized and cannot be optimized. What is the problem of movement and static has long been compiled into a booklet.

After twenty classes, Jian Heng took four days to kill him. The rest was five hours of independent flight, and the next two days were played by Jian Heng.

I was just waiting to get the certificate. When it was time for the exam, the weather was no longer good, and it started to snow.

"I'll go!" Jian Heng walked out of the door and was a little stunned when he saw the snowflakes floating outside.

"Aren't you taking the exam today?" After Jian Zhenhua left the door, she sighed and said, "It's snowing, and then asked her son Jian Heng.

"Yes, but how do you take the exam this day?" Jian Heng said as he took out his cell phone from his pocket, called the teacher at the aviation school, and delayed the exam time.

Jian Heng didn't expect that the snow that should have fallen a few days ago was only falling today, and it was still in the evening, at 7 or 8 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. The two or three snowfalls this year have not given the forecast accurate at once.

"Dad, let's go learn riding a horse. I can't take the exam today," said Jian Heng.

Jian Zhenhua reached out and grabbed Jian Heng: "Son, wait, I always think that you will not be too hasty when you learn to fly. You will not encounter a liar's school, don't send you a fake certificate then!"

Jian Zhenhua was a little strange. What was so high-end for his son to learn how to fly a plane? How could he do the same thing as he imagined? He just studied for a week and asked to get a certificate for the exam, which made Jian Zhenhua feel that this school is not like a teaching person who teaches flying a plane. He is not as quick as they can buy a roasted sweet potato on the street.

The old man had been thinking about it for a few days, but now he finally couldn't help it. He was afraid that his son would be fooled and ate, so he spoke out and reminded him.

"Why did you think of this?" Jian Heng found it funny when he heard it. American universities are fake, but there is a need. What is the need for aviation schools? This thing is like a driver's license. You can tell if it is true or false by just checking it. And although the teaching is a bit sloppy, there are only 30 propellers of large and small airports parked at such a large and small airport. Who is interested in cheating on that little tuition fee?

This is like using Rolls-Royce driving school to cheat thousands of yuan for tuition fees. Isn’t it putting the cart before the horse?

"Dad, I have a lot of planes, and it's still an aviation club. I mainly earn money from the aviation club, not counting on finding someone to take the flight license. After flying a few times, I finally understood why the Japanese were defeated so miserably in World War II! There are so many Americans playing with planes here," Jian Heng said with a smile.

During the days when Jian Heng was studying, he could meet many people who came to the flight club to play planes every day. Every day, there were about twenty orders of people rushing into the sky, and then wandering in the sky for a few hours and going home.

It feels a bit like going to the gym. It seems that a habit has been formed for these people. If they don’t come to drive once or twice a week, it seems that it will make their life shortcomings.

There are about 700,000 people in the United States who hold primary flight licenses, and 200,000 people who hold higher-level aircraft licenses. Think about the base of this kind of flying population, where can Japan compare? Not to mention Japan, even in China today, can there be tens of thousands of people who can fly planes?

Not only are there many people flying, but the flight threshold is also low. Ordinary people spend 5,000 US dollars a year, so you can share the same aircraft provided by the aviation club with the other three.

As long as the flight time is staggered, it is equivalent to the four people sharing the plane. The cost of maintenance and other things belongs to the club. As long as you pay the 5,000 US dollars, each person can fly a certain range. Of course, if the mileage exceeds, then some extra money is enough.

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

"I'll remind you." Seeing that his son was so confident, Jian Zhenhua opened his mouth and said.
Chapter completed!