While Zhang Chi was slaughtering sheep, another car came over there, so Lao Xu and his gang started unloading the car again.
They definitely didn't get started, but drove the unloading forklift. A few people were busy unloading the things on the car and sorting them out, and the next car followed.
With two small houses, a lot of stuff arrived, and several trucks were transported in bits and pieces.
The work of slaughtering sheep and cattle was not even a breeze for Zhang Chi. After about ten minutes, a sheepskin and a skinned and naked sheep were presented in front of everyone.
When Yang Jing saw Zhang Chi's speed, he was shocked and said: "This is the first time I have seen a sheep killed so quickly. This technique is incredible."
As he spoke, Yang Jing gave Zhang Chi a thumbs up and then continued: "No sheep-killing master I have ever seen before can last more than half an hour and forty minutes. Have you arrived at this quarter of an hour?"
Zhang Chi knew that Yang Jing was complimenting him, so he said with a smile: "The more you kill this thing, the faster it will become. It's nothing. They all have about this time."
As he spoke, Zhang Chi reached out and nodded at several farmers and ranchers from Amber Town who were busy nearby.
Zhang Chi is praising these people. To be honest, in terms of the speed of killing sheep, Amber Town is not ranked first, at least it is in the top three, because no one has anything to do but kills a cow with only one sheep.
Ah, that is, Zhang Chi, who can do everything he can with the help of a gourd.
Generally, farmers and ranchers in Amber are reluctant to kill their own cattle and sheep. Unless there is no other way, who would be willing to kill a cow or a sheep? In this case, the family will be bankrupted in a few years.
That is to say, Zhang Chi has a gourd, and the cow in the gourd belongs to Lao Liu. Only then can he be willing to eat it like this. Otherwise, except for a rich man like Lao Liu, who would dare to eat it in this way?
"Lao Xu, what should we do next?" Zhang Chi asked Lao Xu.
Lao Xu said: "I'll be here later. Let's roast lamb legs and mutton skewers tonight."
When Zhang Chi heard what Lao Xu said, he stopped touching the mutton.
Yang Jing seemed to be quite interested in Zhang Chi. She leaned next to Zhang Chi and asked a lot of questions. Most of them were about ranch management, such as the cost of raising cattle and how much profit a cow would make in a year.
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Zhang Chi's answer made him a little disappointed.
"So low?!" Yang Jing didn't believe it.
He couldn't believe it. According to what Zhang Chi said, raising a cow didn't seem to be profitable.
So Yang Jing felt that Zhang Chi in front of her seemed to be lying to herself.
Zhang Chi saw through his mind and said with a smile: "Don't believe it, it's different here than in China. It's getting more and more difficult to operate small ranches now, because the overall cattle price is falling, and large ranches are now corporate."
Breeding, they make a profit.
But how can a small ranch compare with others? If nothing else, a normal ranch that raises two to three thousand head would still need three cowboys.
In a large corporate ranch, one worker can manage thousands of cattle, and the efficiency of large-scale intensive production is not comparable to the production methods of agricultural societies."
Because he is a compatriot, Zhang Chi tells the truth. Whether he listens to it or not is not Zhang Chi's business. If Yang Jing wants to buy a small pasture of dozens of acres to raise cattle, he will lose his pants.
The United States does not prohibit land annexation, so it is normal for the big fish to eat the small fish. As for Zhang Chi's ability to live such a monster. Everyone knows that it is because of a special case. There is no gourd. Even if he bought the original
In less than two years, he would have to mortgage the ranch to the bank with tears in his eyes.
"The cattle here are too cheap. It costs 10,000 to 20,000 yuan at home, but only more than 1,000 yuan here?" Yang Jing couldn't believe it. A mature cow here can only sell for more than 1,000 U.S. dollars. Compared with the domestic price,
It's almost 50% off the price.
Zhang Chi said: "It's different. The design of our country is rice and other staple foods plus pork, so it is naturally cheaper for you to eat rice and pork. But the design of the country here in the United States is meat, especially beef. In this case, cattle will naturally
Cheap.
You can’t say that beef here in the United States is cheaper than in China, so the United States is better. Then you should go and see what the price of a meat bun is in New York, and what the price is in China.
The eating habits of the two countries are different, and the division of labor in the social production methods is naturally different. Expensive and cheap are relative terms."
This allowed Zhang Chi to show off for a while, but he still learned this argument from Brother Xiao Wu, Melika and others.
Yang Jing was obviously frightened by Zhang Chi. After hearing this, he suddenly thought: If you know Zhang Chi in the morning, it will be worth dying tonight.
Of course, if Yang Jing was really allowed to die, Yang Jing would probably scold her mother and use a knife.
"How about buying a farm here?" Yang Jing asked again.
Zhang Chi suddenly became happy and said to Yang Jing: "Do you know how long it is winter here in a year? It's almost half a year, half a year of winter. How can you buy land and start a farm under these circumstances?"
"The temperature in our Northeast is not very high," Yang Jing said.
At that time, Zhang Chi was stunned on the spot. He thought to himself: Yes, the Northeast is not hot either. It is also the country's big granary. Why can't it work here?
"This...it's really hard for me to answer you." Zhang Chi had nothing to say.
Yang Jing smiled and said: "It's okay, I just asked."
"Well, that's all I know anyway. If you want to know more, you might as well ask the foreigner next to you. These people's families all work on farms. Ask them about their income," Zhang Chi said.
Yang Jing said: "I want to ask, but I don't speak English."
Zhang Chi thought for a while and felt that he had nothing to do now, so he might as well be a good person and work as a translator for others, so he took Yang Jing and joined the group of Amber Farmers.
Who would have known that Yang Jing's question in the first sentence confused Zhang Chi.
Yang Jing asked: "Please help me ask, how much does his more than 70 acres of pasture earn per year?"
"Uh...!" Zhang Chi almost rolled his eyes.
"We don't ask people like that here. It's very rude to ask about someone's income, and they won't tell you. You have to change your approach and ask him about how much profit an acre of ranch can make. Ask someone about their income.
I'm very disgusted, this is a very personal issue," Zhang Chi said.
"Okay, just ask for me," Yang Jing said.
Just like that, Zhang Chi was working as a translator and at the same time giving Yang Jing daily life lessons.
After questioning for more than half an hour, Yang Jing and Zhang Chi left these people.
"It's not too profitable," Yang Jing said.
Zhang Chi couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this. Domestic businessmen come to the United States and talk about similar things. They always feel that American business doesn't make much money.
They also don’t think about it, if Americans don’t rush to make money like they do at home, will it be your turn as a foreigner?
Every capitalist in the country has been spoiled. If the workers don't work hard, they can do whatever they want. If ten hours a day is not enough, then they can work twelve hours. If you don't want to work, if you don't want to work, get out of here. Wages? Whether they will be paid or not depends on my mood.
Here in the United States, if you want to play like this, the union will treat you like a grandson. Don't mention Musk firing this and that. If you ask him not to pay full compensation, do you think the union's lawyers will do it?
Clean him up.
Not to mention the American labor unions, the labor unions in Vietnam are enough for you to drink a pot of.
Zhang Chi doesn't want to deal with this guy anymore. He wants the self-confidence of the United States and a sense of superiority and control over the workers. Why don't you go to heaven?
Just at this moment, Lao Xu came over and said, "Zhang Chi, come here and have a word with you."
Zhang Chi smiled at Yang Jing and walked towards Lao Xu.
"Is there something in your wine?" Lao Xu pulled Zhang Chi aside and asked.
Zhang Chi was a little confused and didn't react for a moment: "What's the adulteration? What, oh, you mean the wine I brought?"
Seeing Lao Xu nod his head, Zhang Chi said: "No, what happened when you sealed it was what it looked like when I poured it out."
Zhang Chimao didn't get involved either. He didn't care much about these things originally. If Lao Xu hadn't followed him and laughed, he wouldn't have been interested in playing with them. It was just for fun, and he didn't sincerely play with them.
Lao Xu scratched his head a little after hearing this: "This is a little wrong. You store this wine in your room?"
"Can I tell you this? I can only tell you that he is not hiding in the room, but in a corner of the pasture." Zhang Chi said nonsense.
Lao Xu said: "Take me to see it."
"Then tell me how to make this wine and I will take you to see it," Zhang Chi said.
Knowing that Lao Xu would not say anything, Zhang Chi raised this question because where could he find such a place for Lao Xu? He might as well just save the trouble.
As expected, when Zhang Chi said this, Lao Xu felt a little embarrassed: "We'll talk about it later, but this wine is pretty good."
"That's good. Just drink more tonight," Zhang Chi said.
There's nothing wrong with that. If you feel good, just drink more tonight. Zhang Chi won't drink anyway. He always feels that this stuff is irregular and unsafe. Wait until all these people drink. If everything goes well, Zhang Chi may come.
Click on it, otherwise he won't want to touch it.
Ever since he got the gourd, Zhang Chi felt that his life was valuable. He would not touch these things of uncertain origin.
Lao Xu didn't think so much.
"It's your loss if you don't drink it. This is top quality wine. There will be times when you cry in the future," Lao Xu said.
Zhang Chi was a little confused: "Did you forget that this wine belongs to me?"
"Uh! Anyway, it's your loss if you don't drink," Lao Xu paused and said.
Zhang Chi didn't feel that if he didn't drink some wine, his life would be a loss. Isn't that nonsense?
"You guys have finished drinking. I still have some at home," Zhang Chi said nonchalantly.
Lao Xu was very happy to be here.
After everyone tidied up, Lao Xu started to take care of everyone’s food for the evening. There was nothing to mention. Roast beef and roast mutton were common items on the table here, and everyone made them easily.
very.
With meat and wine, and a few cups of wine, even people who are not familiar with each other become familiar, and eventually it develops into people who don't understand Chinese, hugging people who don't understand English, everyone sings and dances together, and the friendship between the Chinese and American people
It suddenly became high.
Zhang Chi was also very happy. He mixed a belly of meat with three ounces of Moutai and joined the singing and dancing crowd in a daze.