The cattle entered the pasture, and Zhang Chi and others were fine.
At this time, Nell walked out of the room with a stack of bills in his hand, came to everyone one by one, and began to collect their wages.
"George"
Nell shouted at Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi did not step forward to take the money, but smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he did not need it.
Some of the people who helped took the money, and some didn't. Whether they took the money or not was completely up to the individual. There was no discussion about it. Whether they took the money or not was a personal matter. No one would be embarrassed to take it, and no one would be embarrassed to take it. People will be embarrassed not to take it.
Zhang Chi chatted with everyone for a few words and then rode back to his home on the Red Flame Mountain.
As for the customs of us Chinese people, such as having a meal in the evening, this is not the custom here. Unless you explain that you want to treat guests, otherwise there is no such step.
When we returned to our ranch, it was already dark.
Cannon saw Zhang Chi back, that is, he saw the lights in Zhang Chi's house turned on, so he came over from the cowshed to take a look.
At this moment, Zhang Chi was cooking. He stewed a pot of rice, stir-fried shredded celery and pork, and ate fried beef steak for three days in a row. Zhang Chi especially missed Chinese stir-fries and rice.
The Chinese stomach really can't stand it. The staple food is beef. No matter how well-cooked it is, it makes people feel sick to their stomachs.
Cannon couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Zhang Chi standing in front of the stove with his legs crossed.
"BOSS, how was your experience?"
Zhang Chi turned around and saw Cannon coming in, so he asked, "Have you eaten? If not, why not?"
Cannon waved his hand. He couldn't stand Chinese stir-fry and would rather go back and make a burrito: "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself."
Zhang Chi said while holding the spoon: "I don't have any experience but I am tired. Cows walk really slowly."
"They must be walking slowly. If the cows were fast, they wouldn't be the same as horses. Everyone is going to ride the cows, so what kind of horses are there?" After Cannon finished speaking, he asked Zhang Chi: "Are you okay? How about I Can I get you some medicine?"
"No, I have it myself. I already put it on when I came back." Zhang Chi knew what Cannon was talking about.
As soon as he got home, he found the medicine box and applied medicine to his wound. Now the inner thigh feels cool and feels much better.
After hearing this, Cannon said nothing more. For cowboys, everyone has this experience. How many times can they be called a cowboy if their legs are not worn out? Which cowboy's growth is not caused by his legs being worn out and his hands blistered? , only by repeating this many times can you grow into a truly qualified cowboy.
"How is the ranch?" Zhang Chi asked casually.
Cannon replied: "Everything is normal. By the way, BOSS, when are you going to buy cattle?"
"In two days, I've made an agreement with Nell and the others to buy together. Maybe we can negotiate the price then." Zhang Chi had already cooked the food and moved the vegetables from the pot to the plate.
After all the dishes were taken out, Zhang Chi habitually tapped the pot twice with the spoon in his hand, making two clanging sounds. He put the pot on the faucet and rinsed it with water, then brushed the pot and hung it on the wall. Something happened to the pot rack.
Thinking of Charles, Zhang Chi mentioned to Cannon: "Nelle's father, Charles, is quite interesting."
Cannon was amused. He knew Charles, and he knew Charles much better than Zhang Chi. He smiled and said, "He is quite interesting."
Zhang Chi put the dishes on the table at this time. The rice was just right, so he decided to open the lid of the pot and let the heat in the pot escape.
I took advantage of this time to make a cup of tea, put it in my hand and took a sip.
"No one in this area knows about him, and they didn't know it was the year before last. He was dating two girls at the same time, one on 135 and one on 246. He dated the little widow on Sunday..."
puff!
The sip of tea that just entered my mouth spurted out immediately.
"No way?"
Zhang Chi wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Cannon said: "If you don't believe it, just go out and ask someone in their thirties or forties, and you will know how many girls this guy has dated. The girls he dated have two things: they are young, beautiful, and cannot be more than thirty years old."
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"How many people does one Folsen have?" Zhang Chi was a little puzzled.
"He doesn't live in Folsom. He used to live in nearby big cities. I heard that he often hangs out around universities. He is uneducated and likes to hang out with students. I have seen him drive five or six models. He often drives.
He is also generous to other women, and there is no shortage of girls around him...".
Cannon knew too much about Charles's trivial things. Some of them he had seen himself, but most of them he had heard from others.
It would be strange if such an arrogant old man didn't have a legend.
"No wonder I have to live with Nell's family." Zhang Chi thought for a moment and felt that this made sense.
"Nel can't stand him," Cannon shrugged.
"He played eagle well," Zhang Chi added.
Cannon said: "He is good at everything he plays. As long as it is related to playing, he is good at it. If he has money and time, of course he is good at anything."
"That's right," Zhang Chi said happily.
Cannon and Zhang Chi exchanged a few words and then went back to the cowshed to work.
Zhang Chi didn't wander around after dinner. Now that he was like this, he still wandered around. It was only right to sit by the fireplace, rub some ink, and then go to bed to recuperate.
He fell asleep soon after lying on the bed, but as he turned over, Zhang Chi woke up again, woken up by the pain.
When he woke up, he couldn't fall asleep, because he didn't usually sleep like this. Now he had to lie down in a straight position, which was really uncomfortable. Once he fell asleep, he had to change into his normal position.
When he turned on the light, he saw the gourd above his head, so Zhang Chi ducked into the gourd.
There is still no change in the gourd, just like the last time I came in, except that there is grass on the wasteland, and it is covered with golden grass seeds.
After walking a few steps, Zhang Chi found that his wound no longer hurt. When he lowered his head, he saw that the wound was healing at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, only a red mark was left on the wound, and then it slowly returned to its surrounding shape.
The appearance of the skin.
"I'll go, if I had known I would have stayed in the gourd on the first day." Zhang Chi felt that his mind was a little unclear. He had obviously thought of things, but why had he forgotten this incident.
After crossing his legs and leaving happily, Zhang Chi lay back on the bed happily and slept until dawn.
I happily left the house, only to find that Brian was back.
"So early? Did you come back overnight?"
As soon as he entered the cowshed, Zhang Chi saw Brian and Cannon shoveling cow dung together, so he asked in surprise.
"No, I'm going to my sister's house" Brian replied.
After saying "Oh," Zhang Chi didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, Zhang Chi finally remembered: "What's the situation over there?"
Brian said: "The pasture is long enough for grazing, and the cattle have arrived, but the quality of the cattle is not very good."
Zhang Chi had guessed this a long time ago. How could a little girl like Melika be so good?
These cows are just like people. Some people will gain weight even if they drink cold water, but some people will not gain meat no matter how many times they eat or how many meals a day. It doesn’t matter to people. Being thin is fashionable, but if you put it on a cow, it will be fatal.
Everyone raises cows for meat. A cow that eats only if it doesn't grow meat doesn't bring any economic benefit to the rancher, and it also has to treat you.
If a calf like this is not shot in the head, what will you do if you keep it?
The two countries have different national conditions, and their attitudes towards cattle are naturally different.
A cow in China can be sold for more than 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. How can you get this price in the United States? If it were at this price, the Avenue of Stars in Los Angeles could be converted into a pasture.
Treatment? How much does a veterinarian in China earn per month? Veterinarians here in the United States? As long as they are related to medicine, they are not cheap here. A two-hundred-year-old calf costs several hundred to pay a veterinarian. How can you buy it after just a few trips?
Even if there are two or three calves, it may not be cured well. This is something anyone can do.
No need to ask, this little girl must have brought over the calves that were culled from her own ranch.
"I know," Zhang Chi said.
"BOSS, our neighbor bought a cow," Brian said.
Um?
Zhang Chi turned his head and looked at Brian: "So fast?"
Brian said: "When I came over in the morning, I saw several hay trucks transporting grass into his pasture, which happened to block the road to our place. Half an hour later, a truck of Angus cattle also followed.
When we came over, there were adult cows and calves, and they looked really good..."
Zhang Chi's enthusiasm came instantly.
"How many cows are there?" Zhang Chi asked with a smile.
"I don't know, all I saw were two cars, almost a few hundred head," Brian said.
Zhang Chi rubbed his hands subconsciously: "It's great to have money."
Brian was stunned by his boss and thought to himself: If someone buys a good cow, what does it have to do with us? Look, it makes him happy.
"I gonna go see"
Zhang Chi said and went to the stables, prepared the saddle for Chi Yan Mountain and left the pasture.
When I came to the fork in the road, I saw that, as expected, the road here was tightly blocked. Riding Chiyanshan, I stood at the intersection and stretched my head to look back, and found that the cattle truck could not be seen to the end.
The breeds of cattle transported on the truck are also different. The front is a black Angus cattle, and the one in front of Zhang Chi is a Brahman cattle. This is a cattle breed developed in the United States. It is the most common breed of cattle in the West. This kind of cattle has
The characteristic is that the protein and mineral content in beef is relatively high.
There seemed to be other breeds of cattle at the back. Zhang Chi couldn't identify what breed they were, but judging from their size, they were definitely not cheap because they were big.
Cows naturally have a lot of meat, this is common sense.
Looking at these cows, Zhang Chi subconsciously rubbed his hands again and thought to himself: Good guy, you are so rich. I was so picky when I bought the cows. I only bought a few at the auction for the first time. Look.
Look at them, there are thousands of them all at once, and they are all good breed cattle.
The opportunity for revenge has come, the opportunity for revenge has come!
Zhang Chi murmured in his heart, and at the same time looked at the herd of cattle still in the car with bright eyes, feeling that they were all glowing green, and they were all the same color as U.S. dollars.
After staying here for more than half an hour, I saw cattle trucks going in one after another, and then coming out empty, and just like this, cattle trucks kept coming from behind.