When he arrived at his ranch, Zhang Chi said to Cannon: "Thank you for helping me. If it weren't for it, I would still be able to leave."
As he spoke, he took out his wallet and wanted to give Cannon some tips.
This thing is not normal in China, and some people even find it a bit offensive, but it is a normal thing here. Let alone an unfamiliar person like Cannon, even if a friend comes to help, he still has to pay.
Of course, some people will want it, and some people won't. It depends on the individual, and no one will discuss whether they want it or not.
However, if you don’t want to, you will naturally have to think about returning the favor next time. The same is true for Americans. Humanity and sophistication are not unique to the East. They exist as long as there is human society.
Cannon waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's just a matter of convenience. If you need any help in the future, you can come to me. I can't help you with big things, but some small things are still fine."
Zhang Chi saw that Cannon really didn't want it, so he took the wallet back.
"Well, if you have time, I'll treat you to dinner. If you don't have any questions, I can cook a Chinese meal at home and invite you to come over and try it together," Zhang Chi said.
As the country becomes more and more prosperous, people like Zhang Chi who live outside also feel that their backs are a little straighter. At least now, when people are invited to have a pure Chinese meal, others are also a little bit curious, unlike the ten people before.
Eight of them were not very interested.
Cannon was very happy after hearing this: "That's a good idea. I'm free the day after tomorrow."
"Then let's make a date for the day after tomorrow," Zhang Chi said.
"Okay, let's just settle it. I'll come over at about seven o'clock after get off work the night after tomorrow," Cannon said with a smile.
After chatting for a while, Cannon went back. Zhang Chi got on his horse and drove Cannon to the door of his ranch. He watched Cannon disappear from sight, and then turned around.
"What a warm-hearted person," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Riding his horse back along the forest path, when his vision suddenly became clearer and the entire pasture appeared before his eyes again, Zhang Chi was once again fascinated by the scenery he saw.
Standing on the small slope, Zhang Chi looked at his own pasture. Although in the eyes of others, it was so shabby and the grass was not good, but for Zhang Chi, no matter good or bad, everything on this pasture was
It belongs to him, this is his own territory, and he can do whatever he wants here.
Owning something, even a small piece of land, is extremely important to a Chinese, because in our culture, land has a unique meaning even now, but it is important to save a small amount of land and leave it to future generations.
Plowing, this is not as simple as talking about it, but it is imprinted in the bone marrow.
Even in this era, if there is even a glimmer of possibility for Chinese people to come out, the first thing they do is to buy a house and land. Regardless of whether the person is poor or rich, the land plot has never been squeezed out of the blood vessels, but has become deeper.
In the pasture in early spring, the grass has slowly grown up. Although most places are not high, the greenery cannot be hidden. The overwhelming greenery competes for Zhang Chi's eyes, telling the story of spring.
vitality.
Countless unknown little flowers are also blooming, red, green, purple, in patches, in piles, blooming in the breeze in the valley, exuding a faint floral fragrance from time to time.
The fragrance of the flowers attracted all kinds of industrious little insects, which buzzed and circled around the flowers, as busy as Zhang Chi who used to work in the restaurant.
Looking farther away, you can see the continuous big trees, stretching as far as the eye can see to infinity. At the end of the big trees, green sea and blue sky, there are mountain peaks. Some of the peaks are even covered with white hats. Those are the tops of the peaks.
The snow that has not melted for many years.
Above the mountain, there is a tile-blue sky, as pure as a roll of blue silk, and like solidified jelly, which makes people happy and broadens their mind.
Zhang Chi's hand gently stroked the mane on the horse's neck. The mane was very soft. Mason, the horse trainer, took good care of the horse. There was no lag when his fingers passed through the mane, so silky.
, it could be used in a shampoo commercial.
When the last bit of mane slipped from his fingers, Zhang Chi's hand gently touched the side of the horse's neck.
The short horse hair is slightly stiff, but it still feels good to the touch. You can feel the slight warmth on the horse's skin through the palm of your hand.
A gentle pat on the horse's neck.
咴咴咴!
The dismounted horse gave Yu Zhangchi two gentle snorts, which seemed to be echoing its owner.
"What name should I give you?"
Sitting firmly on the horse, leaning slightly forward, and patting the horse's neck as if to communicate with the horse, Zhang Chi murmured.
Xiaohong? No, half of it is white.
Xiaobai? No way, half of it is red.
Xiaohongbai? It sounds a bit convoluted.
For his first horse, Zhang Chi thought hard about giving it a good name.
It's a pity that an illiterate is an illiterate after all, his English is half-sounding, and his Chinese is not that good, so he held it in his heart for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with anything that satisfied him.
"It's really hard for us to give you a name."
Zhang Chi patted the horse gently, looking like he was embarrassed.
Think about the names Emperor Taizong gave to his horses, Teller Fat and Sa Luzi. They sound so cultured at first sight. What is the difference between you and Emperor Taizong?
Zhang Chi thought for a while and felt that the difference was that he was an emperor. If he became the emperor, he probably wouldn't be able to think of such a good name. He would have to imitate the old bastard Shiquan and steal other people's talents to pretend to be his own.
The facade is gone.
"Hong Gaixue? Tacky, tacky! It sounds like it was given by Brother Xiao Wu." Zhang Chi shook his head.
"Huo Shao Yun? No way, Huo Shao, oh, I kind of think of that Huo Shao restaurant in Los Angeles, I'm so greedy...".
"Red Flame Mountain? Well, that's a good name. You're like a fire burning on the top of a snow mountain. That's the name. Damn it, I'm quite educated."
Zhang Chi was a little proud.
After thinking of a satisfactory name, Zhang Chi decided to take a trip to Chiyan Mountain. Until now, he had not properly stepped on the land of his ranch.
"Lao Chi, why don't we two brothers come for a round?"
Zhang Chi probed his head and asked softly as he stepped down the Red Flame Mountain.
Chiyanshan snorted and became a little restless. At the Mason Racecourse, he spent most of his time in the pen and could only occasionally run on the horse track. Now that such a vast world is displayed in front of his eyes, it makes him feel uncomfortable.
It's also a bit heartwarming.
It is waiting for its master's order to carry it on its back.
"Eaha!"
Sensing Chi Yanshan's intention, Zhang Chi gently loosened the reins and gave a loud shout.
Hear the sound and move!
Chi Yanshan exerted a fierce force and rushed out like an arrow that came off the string.
Fortunately, Zhang Chi was prepared. He stabilized his body with a slight sway, and stood on the horse's back like a javelin.
A red and white pinto horse rushed down from the small slope at the entrance of the pasture. The four hooves flying quickly made it reach the maximum speed. The whole horse's head was lowered, which facilitated its exertion and also reduced its power.
the resistance brought by the air.
At this time, Zhang Chi felt the wind in his ears. He felt that everything around him was moving backward quickly. The oncoming mountain wind seemed to flow directly into his nose without even breathing, and a trace of coolness suddenly rushed into his body.
In the lungs.
The fast galloping horse seemed to heat up the blood flow in Zhang Chi's veins. Sitting on the horse's back, he felt like he couldn't help but want to shout impulsively.
I can’t help it, I can’t help it after all!
Ah~~!
Facing the wind blowing in his face, Zhang Chi raised his voice and shouted loudly, venting the joy in his heart.
Zhang Chi's shouts seemed to make Chi Yanshan even more excited. His four hooves stepped on the green grass that had just grown up, making bursts of clicking sounds, which occasionally turned into a slightly dull popping sound. This was different.
The feedback of grass to horse hooves.
No one is tired, no horse is tired!
A man and a horse galloped wildly on the green grass.
At this moment, the foot-long mane of Chiyan Mountain is flying like a streak of flames, the white back is like a wisp of white smoke, the red is like a flag that rushes forward, and the white is like the fiery tail flame of the fireworks, which is like a wisp of white smoke.
Plows sweep over the greenery.
Zhang Chi threw off the reins in his hands and let the Red Flame Mountain he was stepping down fly at full speed. He laughed loudly. He didn't know whether it was to vent his anger or to be proud. In short, he just wanted to laugh heartily at this moment.
All the heroes have passed away, but I am laughing into the sky!
Pastures, horses, forests, snow-capped mountains, is there anything else that can inspire a man's passion more?
Anyway, in his more than 20 years of life, Zhang Chi has never encountered him laughing so wildly, without caring or hiding anything, as he is now.
At this moment, everything in the world is like the wind in my ears, no trace.
After a long time, the horses stopped and everyone rested.
Chiyanshan was panting heavily, his two huge nostrils were completely opened, and Zhang Chi was sweating on his forehead, and the shirt on his body was a little stuck to his body.
But there was an indescribable joy in his body and mind, filling his blood and chest.
After dismounting, Zhang Chi took off the saddle from Chi Yanshan's back, took off the half-wet sweat pad, and placed it on the shelf next to the RV.
"Come on, let's wash up."
As he said that, he took a small red bucket and pulled Chiyanshan to the foot of the small slope. There was a small river there. The small river formed from the snow on the mountain kept gurgling silently, passing through Zhang Chi's pasture. Where did it go?
At this point, Zhang Chi felt a little confused.
Chiyanshan followed Zhang Chi very meekly, and after taking only two steps, Chiyanshan rubbed Zhangchi with his head.
Zhang Chi seemed to understand Chiyanshan's thoughts, and turned over and got on the horse again. Although there was no saddle, Chiyanshan was still carrying his master steadily.
At this moment, Zhang Chi remembered what Mason said yesterday: Some people and horses are destined to be together.
When the horse's hooves stepped into the river, Zhang Chi slipped off the horse and scooped water from the red bucket in his hand and poured it on the back of Chiyan Mountain.
While pouring, gently wipe the water droplets with your hands.
The weather is still very cold now. If the sweat on the horse is allowed to dry naturally, the horse may catch a cold.
Yes, horses can also catch colds, and getting sick is not a good thing for horses. And for Zhang Chi, getting sick is also not a good thing for his wallet.
So after running like this, I had to wash myself well, firstly to wash off the sweat on my body, and secondly to cool down. No matter which one it was, it was very important, otherwise my wallet would suffer, and Zhang Chi couldn't see his wallet suffering anymore.