HLM -Chapter 1342 Glacier Farm

At the dinner table, the elderly man began talking about most of his life.

“My name is Gianluca Cerusico. Gianluca means a gift from God. I was born just after World War II ended. You know, compared to the era of war, the time of my birth was fortunate enough…”

Gianluca was born on the island of Sicily in Italy—the very same beautiful island from the film Malèna. Postwar Italy developed rapidly, and Gianluca found a job as a car salesman.

That was the era of an automotive boom. In just two short years, he earned as much money as his father had made in half a lifetime. Because of his outstanding performance, the company gave him a fully funded travel opportunity.

“Our boss later called me many times and said that when I suggested coming to Iceland to see the glaciers, he should have flat-out refused me back then—haha.” Saying this, he burst out laughing.

“So you came to Iceland, fell in love with the place, and chose to immigrate here?” Wang Bo asked.

The old man said, “I fell in love with a girl here. My wife and I—a beautiful British girl—met here. And the scenery here truly is captivating, so we decided to live here.”

He pointed at his mouth. “My English was taught by her. Do you think it sounds like a London accent?”

“I’ve never been to London, but your pronunciation is very standard,” Wang Bo nodded.

The rest of the story was calm and happy. The couple settled down here; one became a teacher, while the other continued working in sales.

Unfortunately, when they were preparing to retire, his wife passed away. So Gianluca built a small house here and would come from time to time to fish and pass the time.

No matter what he talked about, Gianluca’s tone remained optimistic.

When he mentioned his wife’s passing, Wang Bo expressed his condolences. Gianluca simply shrugged and said, “I’m not sad. We’ll meet again in heaven soon. While we were alive, we loved each other. Look—two people in love spent thirty years living the life they loved in the place they loved. Is there anything more beautiful than that?”

Eva held Wang Bo’s hand and gazed longingly at the blue sky, slowly saying, “Yes… what a wonderful life.”

A fine meal, and an even finer life. Wang Bo felt very satisfied with his waterfall sightseeing trip.

They played until evening before heading back. By the time they reached the city, the lights were already on and night had fallen.

As before, Father Bo and Mother Bo watched the children, the little girl read her book, and the two of them went out to a bar.

For the first few days, they wandered around the city and nearby scenic spots. After that, Wang Bo switched tactics—he rented a yacht, brought the whole family and the furry companions aboard, and headed out to sea.

Reykjavík is an excellent harbor, boasting some of the clearest fishing waters in the world, as well as several offshore farms. Wang Bo wanted to take a look.

There are many small islands around Iceland. Some are covered with glaciers year-round, while others remain warm throughout the year without any snow.

This strange phenomenon is caused by weather and geography. The North Atlantic Warm Current passes through these waters, while Arctic cold currents also flow by. Some islands were formed by volcanic eruptions.

Thus, if an island lies within a cold current zone, it develops glacier landforms that have existed for tens of thousands of years. If it lies in a warm current zone and also has rich geothermal resources beneath it, the island enjoys a mild climate year-round.

The glacier islands belong to various plants, animals, birds, and marine mammals, while the warmer islands are settled by humans. Thanks to nutrient-rich volcanic ash, they have even been developed into farms.

These farms are known as glacier farms, though in reality they are not located on glacier islands at all. Wang Bo understood this as nothing more than a marketing gimmick.

The farm Wang Bo chose to visit was called Brilliant Aurora, located about sixty kilometers southwest of the harbor. It is one of Reykjavík’s most famous tourist attractions, especially popular among Asian visitors.

As a result, although Brilliant Aurora bears the name “farm,” its main business has long since shifted away from traditional animal husbandry toward tourism and entertainment.

Wang Bo chose this farm for two reasons: first, to learn; second, because it had a type of livestock he needed.

Offshore farms are one of the Icelandic Tourism Board’s key promoted attractions. Brilliant Aurora covers more than thirty hectares. While it is not the largest sightseeing farm in Iceland, thanks to excellent management, it is the most popular.

The farm is privately owned and jointly managed by two families. Because it is privately run, visitors must purchase tickets to enter.

The island itself spans over two hundred hectares with uneven terrain. The farm is located in the southeast, where a small pier has been built—once disembarked, visitors can head straight to the farm.

Wang Bo originally planned to leave Xiao Wang and the others on the yacht, but the captain nearly wet himself. “Sir, you’d better take them with you. If my crew accidentally provokes them, I’m afraid this whole boat will be wiped out!”

Since the island consisted of nothing but wilderness apart from the farm, Wang Bo simply let them loose and allowed them to roam freely.

From a tourism standpoint, Brilliant Aurora Farm offers agricultural performances rich in traditional Icelandic flavor. Visitors can personally experience daily life on an Icelandic farm and participate in a wide range of outdoor activities.

In summer, the farm hosts four colorful farm shows each day, starting at 10:40 a.m., 12:10 p.m., 1:30 p.m., and 3:40 p.m.

Now that it was winter, there were only two shows per day—one in the morning and one at noon.

An adult ticket cost 2,000 Icelandic krona, with children’s tickets at half price. Wang Bo bought the tickets, and a farm employee who also served as a guide led them inside.

The farm had been carefully planned, but due to the season, much of the land lay barren.

The guide explained, “We hope you can understand. There aren’t many crops right now. If you come in spring, you’ll see vast fields of barley, dwarf corn, rye, and other crops growing.”

“Now, I can take you to watch the ranch performances—sheepdog shows, sheep shearing, horse and cattle roping. You can also personally try milking cows or setting traps to catch birds.”

Wang Bo had long since grown tired of these activities on his own land, so he said he would just follow along to watch and wouldn’t participate. He had other goals in mind.

Besides them, there were other tourists as well, around twenty people in total.

After a brief tour, they saw that the ranch also had recreational activities—children could ride horses.

The ranch raised more than a dozen groups of Icelandic horses. These are the purest-blooded horse breed in the world, brought to Iceland from Northern Europe about 1,200 years ago and never crossbred with any other breeds over the past millennium.

Most of these horses are golden in color, small and adorable in stature. But don’t let their size fool you—their strength is astonishing. They are fearless of the cold and excel at long-distance events.

Needless to say, the livestock Old Wang wanted to acquire from this farm were precisely these Icelandic horses.