Standing at the door of the house, holding a cup of hot tea in hand, taking a sip from time to time while admiring the scenery outside.
Ink was playing in the snow on the snow in front of the house. The little guy was very excited today and rolled around on the snow. After a while, he was covered with snow scum.
The temperature is getting higher and higher, and the snow is beginning to melt, but when the snow melts, the temperature at night will be very low. As the old saying goes, snow cannot melt into cold weather.
The snowflakes absorbed the temperature, and the low temperature at night froze part of the unmelted snow into an ice shell.
So when the ink rolls up, there is no longer the squeaking sound before, but a slight clicking sound.
Sometimes Ink will be startled by a suddenly loud sound.
Zhang Chi looked at the happily rolling ink with a smile on his face.
Looking away from Mo Zhi, Zhang Chi saw the small fruit trees that Lao Xu had brought over. After nearly a year of growth, these small fruit trees had grown a lot taller. Although they were all bare now, their branches were still in shape.
Something like that.
I had never paid much attention to these trees, but when I saw them today, Zhang Chi walked towards the small fruit forest.
The young trees have grown quite thick, almost as thick as the mouth of a small bowl. Some trees are taller, and some are shorter. For example, the jujube tree is quite tall. Zhang Chi is standing under the tree.
You have to raise your head to see the branches above.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are shorter, and the branches can be seen when standing in front of the trees.
"It's actually going to bloom."
Zhang Chi stood under the peach tree, stretched out his hand and pulled a branch, and looked carefully in front of his eyes. The branch was already covered with flower bones, each one slightly green with a little purple, and reaching the edge of the calyx, there was a trace of green.
It came out, and in the whiteness of the eyes, people felt a little happy.
At this time, Mo Zhi came to Zhang Chi's feet and rubbed his master's legs with his body.
"Yishunxue, what are you doing here to rub against me?" Zhang Chi lowered his head and scolded Mo Zhi.
After a few strokes, a wet mark appeared on Zhang Chi's pants.
The ink stopped rubbing and he stood honestly at Zhang Chi's feet. After a while, he couldn't stay still any longer. He came to the tree and stretched out his front paws to grab on the trunk.
The two claws rubbed against the tree trunk, making a clicking sound, and soon there were claw marks on the tree trunk.
"Don't give me a tree. I'm waiting to eat fruit this year. You've damaged the bark with this scratch. If you kill the tree, I'll hang you up and beat you to death." Zhang Chi stretched out his hand to pat you.
Hit the head of the ink to make it long in memory.
When Mo Zhi saw his master's hand coming, he immediately closed his eyes and closed the two ears on his forehead. However, his ears seemed a bit hard and could only be turned once, but he wanted to be like two dogs and three dogs.
Folding the airplane ears is unlikely.
Zhang Chi saw Mo Ji shrinking his head, so he just patted it lightly on the forehead without using much force.
Feeling the palm of his master's hand, Mo Yue rubbed his head against Zhang Chi's palm.
Cannon's evaluation of Mo Zhi is that he is a waste, but Zhang Chi likes Mo Zhi, a waste. No matter Er Gou, Daniel or Er Hu, they are far less favored than Mo Zhi.
The main reason is that Mo Mo is a mountain lion. Men seem to have an innate love for training large beasts. How could Zhang Chi be an exception?
Therefore, Mo Zhi, who is good at eating, well-behaved and clingy, has become Zhang Chi's favorite at this moment.
And it can't do any work, and has no other use except eating meat and drinking milk. Ink naturally becomes in Cannon's eyes an absolute waste that can't do anything and is the first to eat. There is no benefit at all from raising it
That kind of.
Pushing away the ink head: "Get out of my tree".
Mo Yan put down his two front paws, walked to the side and started to lick his paws. Mo Yan loves to clean himself and cleans his body whenever he can.
Some trees are about to bloom, some are still hibernating, and some are in a state of losing their leaves.
Standing under a few trees, Zhang Chi really felt that spring was approaching on the ranch.
"BOSS!"
Zhang Chi heard Cannon's voice and turned to look at him.
"BOSS, Serriol just called and asked how our cattle preparations are going. He is arranging for his own cows," Cannon shouted to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi replied: "Aren't everything arranged?"
Selyol planned to let his cows conceive Scarfart's children. Not only Selyol, but also Nell, who was close to Zhang Chi, also had this plan to combine the seeds of Scarfart from some of his own cows.
Nowadays, Scarfart's majesty is well-known in the entire town of Amber, but some people have no idea. They are ready to see which direction the wind blows. If the Seriors succeed this year, they will also prepare to use Scarfart next year. If it doesn't work, they will
, then they will use their own breeding cattle.
Zhang Chi doesn't mind either. Although he can make a little money by selling scar fart seeds, it seems that it is not enough to arouse Zhang Chi's interest.
There is no way, some ranchers will look at the cattle of Zhang Chi’s ranch with colored glasses, and Zhang Chi can understand their calculations.
Cannon said: "The arrangements have been made, but the price has not been determined yet."
The breed of cattle has been picked up and is now in the refrigerated tank at the veterinarian, but the current market price is somewhat volatile, so Serior came to confirm.
"Whatever other people's seeds are, let's just do it for the time being." Zhang Chi didn't think much about it. Now that the income from Melika's land was the bottom line, Zhang Chi really couldn't bear to see this small amount of money.
"Our neighbor heard that he was going to buy a cow," Cannon said loudly again.
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Chi's spirit immediately lifted: "Really?"
Cannon said: "Well, I heard from other cowboys that not only are they buying cattle, their ranches have also begun to recruit cowboys, and now Bohr is the cowboy in charge of their ranch."
"Bohr? How cool...how is your strength?" Zhang Chi almost said what he was thinking. If the cowboy in charge is cool, the color of the good neighbor's hat may be more green, which can match the coming spring.
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Sometimes one's own pasture is green at first glance, and the head of this good neighbor is green. It is so green and prosperous.
"It's pretty good. I've been working for almost 40 years. I heard that our neighbor's salary is quite high, two thousand dollars a month. Word has spread about the cowboys nearby," Cannon said with a smile.
"Two thousand? Is he crazy?"
Zhang Chi felt that his neighbors were really nothing. When they were making money in China, they gave them money for their jobs, but when they spent money here in the United States, they looked like they were taking the money improperly.
Let’s talk about two thousand, how can there be such a market here? Isn’t this really messing up the market?
But Zhang Chi is not worried at all, because the wages he pays to Cannon and Brian are the same as the others, but Zhang Chi will make excuses from time to time to pay everyone a little.
Zhang Chi is not the only one who does it occasionally. All ranchers will do more when the farming is busy, otherwise the cowboys with long legs will run away.
If you don't pay it, the salary of more than 10,000 US dollars a year can really only sustain your life. It only gives you enough money to eat. You also want people to be loyal. Anyway, Zhang Chi doesn't dare to dream like this.
To be honest, this type of boss is the most common in the country. He pretends to be dead when he is offered money, but in normal times, he pours chicken soup on you and makes you work hard. Thieves are no longer a thing.
Pooh!
Zhang Chi despises this kind of person.
"How old is this Bohr?" Zhang Chi felt that this guy must be quite young.
"More than sixty," Cannon said.
disappointment!
Why can't he be a young, strong and handsome guy? It would be great if his appearance could make the left-behind woman in the neighbor's house look at him!
The whole old man?
fail!
"What kind of cow did you buy?" Zhang Chi suddenly felt a little bad.
It's a pity that I didn't follow my own script and couldn't see the two Japs destroying their families as quickly as possible.
The scum should die quickly. Is there any justice or law in this world?
"I don't know, but it must be a breed of cattle. Who doesn't know that their family is rich?" Cannon said with a smile.
For Cannon, a salary of two thousand yuan cannot attract him, but doing so will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of most of the surrounding ranchers, because if you pay such a high salary, you will make them passive.
It is impossible to raise wages, because everyone only has a small amount of profit. If the wages of cowboys are raised again, they might as well stop raising cattle and just sell the ranch.
"Well, I understand."
Zhang Chi said something to Cannon.
Cannon had nothing else to do, so he went into the house to get a pot of coffee and continued working.
After returning to the house with the ink, Zhang Chi changed his clothes and went to work in the cowshed.
In the afternoon, the bar opened, and Zhang Chi rode up Chiyan Mountain to the bar and sat there for a while.
After entering the bar and sitting in his usual seat, Zhang Chi still had a bottle of beer and a plate of snacks in front of him. While drinking, he listened to the cowboys talking nonsense.
"There are a little few people today," Zhang Chi glanced at the room and said to Kimberly.
Kimberly said: "Many cowboys have gone to other places, so there will be fewer people around during this period. What about you, no one asked you for help?"
"Nel invited me to help out tomorrow night for two or three days," Zhang Chi said.
"It's better to have your ranch, there's no need to change places," Kimberly said.
Haha! Zhang Chi smiled and did not answer.
At this time, two cowboys walked in, chatting and laughing together.
When the cowboys in the room saw these two people coming in, they all asked, "Did you pass?"
"Passed, you can go to work anytime now"
The cowboy who just came in looked very happy.
Zhang Chi is a little strange.
Kimberly saw Zhang Chi's expression and said, "Your neighbor recruits cowboys and the salary is quite high."
Now Kimberly says that that person is Zhang Chi’s neighbor, which shows what Amber, who wants to blend in, is like in the eyes of the small town people. Of course, this refers to the ranchers, and cowboys, especially casual laborers, are still very
happy.
"May God bless him," Zhang Chi smiled and raised the wine bottle in his hand.
Kimberly smiled.
All the cowboys in the bar are talking about is recruiting.
For the cowboys who work casual jobs, the most attractive thing is naturally the salary. Now that someone is offered a salary of two thousand yuan a month, they will naturally rush to work.
And Bohr, an old cowboy, was also very concerned about his employer who paid him enough money. He was very careful in choosing cowboys. Because he knew the cowboys nearby, the cowboys he picked were naturally better at their jobs.
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This is normal. The old cowboy Bohr and Zhang Chi, a good neighbor, have no personal grudges. He naturally puts the ranch first.
However, Zhang Chi believes that the influence of his good neighbors has just begun. The good temporary workers have been picked away. Then the remaining ranch owners want to recruit good people, either by raising wages or adding more cowboys to the current ranch.
salary.
Zhang Chi's good neighbor is like a loach that got into the catfish pond, suddenly making the originally peaceful Amber town lively.