Chapter 395: Becoming a Teacher for the First Time
"Don't worry about her from now on. Besides, when you talk in the morning, you can be more normal. As long as you don't shout, you can't hear it in the room. And we both sleep very deeply, so don't worry." Zhang Chi said again
The elders said.
Zhang Youpeng said with a smile at this time: "We know that the sound insulation of this house is really good."
Li Xiumei smiled and asked again: "Should we cook the meal now or not?"
Hearing Li Xiumei's words, everyone turned their heads to look at Zhang Jiaren.
Zhang Jiaren felt a little uncomfortable: "Look at what I do. Am I so delicious?"
"No, you are an elder. You are the oldest here. We don't care who goes there," Zhang Youliang said with a smile.
Zhang Jiaren then thought about it: That's right, no one here is older than himself, but should we make breakfast or not?
"Let's do it, everyone has been up for a long time." Zhang Jiaren finally thought that it would be better to do it earlier. It has been almost two hours since everyone got up, so it doesn't make sense not to eat something.
Hearing what his grandfather said, Zhang Chi stood up and prepared to cook.
Unexpectedly, my mother-in-law stretched out her hand and pushed Zhang Chi back down: "Don't move, we can do the cooking."
Zhang Chi turned around and looked at his sister and mother.
"Sit down," Zhang Juan said with a smile.
"You should sit down too, you won't cause enough trouble in the kitchen," Li Xiumei said with a smile at her daughter.
After hearing this, Zhang Juan said: "Then I won't do anything. I will take my brother and teach me how to ride a horse."
"go Go".
Zhang Chi said: "Mother, do you know everything?"
Auntie Gu Ying said with a smile: "You know, I don't know anything about the things in your kitchen. Don't worry, let's make pimple soup this morning and just use some flour."
"We are picking green vegetables and other things outside," Zhang Chi followed.
"They all have eyes. Go ahead. You've been clamoring to ride a horse since before you decided to come. What kind of horse are you riding on? There's not even a donkey to ride home from here..." Li Xiumei muttered.
The Zhang Chi siblings and Ben ignored their mother's nagging and left the house one after another and walked towards the stables.
He didn't even go to the stables. At this time, all the horses in the stables were driven out and left to graze on the grass not far from the stables.
Zhang Chi took his sister to a group of horses and said to her: "Choose a horse. Don't pick the red and white one."
"I know, your Chiyan Mountain, but why are the horses here almost the same color? There is one...".
"That's Melika's horse, pick something else," Zhang Chi said.
Melika's Arabian horse is smaller in stature, but has a bit of a temper. If a novice like Zhang Juan wants to ride it, she needs an ambulance next to her.
In fact, there is nothing to choose from the remaining horses. If you want to choose the color, you can't choose. Almost all are chestnut, dark chestnut and light chestnut, which is the coat color of ordinary horses.
In addition to Quarter Horses, there are also some Morgan horses.
Now that the cowboys on the ranch have gone out to work on the horses they chose, almost all of the remaining horses here are about a dozen ownerless horses.
"How about you help me choose one?" Zhang Juan thought that all horses were beautiful, and she couldn't make a decision for a while.
For Zhang Juan, who has almost seen riding a horse for the first time, the working horses of Zhang Chi Ranch are indeed beautiful. Just in terms of height, they are not comparable to domestic breeds of horses, not to mention that it is Zhang Juan’s hometown.
The horses here are only about 1.3 meters tall at the withers, while the horses here are generally over 1.5 meters tall at the withers, and their body structure is also uniform.
Great horse!
In Zhang Juan's eyes, all the horses in Zhang Chi's ranch are considered to be tall horses.
Zhang Chi did not hesitate, thought for a while, and helped his sister find a mare with a shorter shoulder height and a good personality.
After choosing the horse, Zhang Chi blew a whistle, and Chi Yanshan, who was having breakfast, walked up to the owner with a small step and put his big head on Zhang Chi's head affectionately.
Zhang Chi reached out and patted Chiyan Mountain gently.
Zhang Juan was extremely envious next to her. She had seen the Red Flame Mountain when she was on a video call with her brother, but at that time she thought the Red Flame Mountain was really ugly, with patches of white and red on her body. But in reality, it was far away from the Red Flame Mountain.
With Yanshan so close, she felt that the horse was so beautiful, especially the color on its body. It was white without a single hair, and red like a rising flame.
Stretching out her hand and gently stroking Chiyanshan's fur, Zhang Juan said: "It's so slippery!"
"I guess I just washed it this morning," Zhang Chi said.
After doing some calculations in my mind, I found that this was indeed the case. Today was the day to wash the horse.
Taking Chi Yanshan back to the stable, Zhang Chi took down his saddle and other things from the saddle rack in the tool room, and went outside to prepare them for Chi Yanshan one by one. While doing so, he and his sister
Explain the names of each item and the order in which to mount them.
Zhang Juan listened very carefully, but there was nothing there. It was just a bridle, sweat pad, saddle, girdle and so on.
Watching her brother saddle the horse, Zhang Juan said: "You are too naive. Other people's horses have many things, but you only have these."
Zhang Chi was a little confused after hearing this. He turned around from Chi Yanshan, looked at his sister and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Zhang Juan gestured to her head and moved her hand in front of her forehead: "People's horses have a gold plate on their side, and sometimes there are feathers or something on it, which looks very beautiful. When we ancient people rode horses, the horses had gold plates on their chests.
A big bell or something...".
When Zhang Chi heard that the black lines on his head were rising, he opened his mouth and said with a grimace: "Sister, who has nothing to do with wearing that thing? The forehead protector you mentioned is called a forehead protector. There are some here too, but it's important.
During festivals, you have to go on stage to perform and you need to dress your horse up beautifully. Otherwise, would you be comfortable having a big iron film on your forehead all day long?
In addition, the bell you mentioned is called a triangle belt. You can wear bells or hang tassels, but this thing is also used when dressing up. Normally wearing a triangle belt is just a hassle."
"What's wrong with trouble? It's so beautiful," Zhang Juan replied.
Zhang Chi was speechless now. He didn't know how to reply to his sister. He was stunned and said, "I'll find you a triangle belt later."
After preparing his own horse, Zhang Chi took out the equipment for his sister from the tool room. It was not a specific saddle, it was a handmade saddle, but even the ordinary saddle was made according to the figure of ordinary people.
It's a bit big for Zhang Juan, who is relatively petite.
But this is all a small problem, because Zhang Juan is learning to ride a horse, not to work on a horse, so preparing a saddle for her is a bit too much.
Riding on Chiyan Mountain, Zhang Chi brought back the chosen horse with a lasso.
The horse was quite honest. As soon as the rope was tied around its neck, it followed Zhang Chi back to the stable door.
Zhang Chi tied one end of the noose to the saddle on Chi Yanshan's back, and the other end was naturally around the horse's neck.
"Sister, bring Shui Le Rein and I'll teach you how to rein it," Zhang Chi said.
Zhang Juan was a little confused: "What is Shui Le Rein?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chi realized that what he was saying was a bit confusing: "The bridle, the bridle is also called Shui Le Rein, but the name is different."
After hearing this, Zhang Juan picked up the bridle and came to the horse's side. At this time, she complained to her brother: "Can you agree on the explanation? I'm confused."
Is there any room for confusion at your level?! Zhang Chi really doesn't have the nerve to talk about his sister. Of course, it may be that he is afraid of being beaten by his sister. When he was a child, he was often punished by his sister. Even now that he has grown up, he still has a feeling in his heart.
A little bit of shadow.
So he had objections to his sister's complaints, but he didn't refute them.
Teach the group sister how to hold the bridle, how to put the bridle on the horse, how to comfort the horse during the bridle process, and what to do when encountering certain situations.
In fact, these words are all waste words, and they are of no use to a novice like Zhang Juan. The horses in the pasture now are all well-trained horses, and stallions with bad tempers have also been stabbed. As the old saying goes: One stab will kill you.
Tintin will never come back as the wind passes by, all the worries are gone, and all you can do for the rest of your life is eat and lie down.
Without worries, Ma Sheng has nothing to worry about. All things are gone at once. There is nothing he can do about his bad temper. Ma Sheng has no pursuit and is lying flat. His temper is still not good?
As for the mare, let alone that. Being submissive and submissive to the strong is a reflection of their mare life.
Therefore, the little chestnut mare that was picked out was very obedient. Even when Zhang Juan, a novice, put the reins on her, she cooperated very well.
"Oh, you are so good. By the way, brother, does she have a name?" Zhang Juan thinks this horse is so good and cute, and she likes it very much.
Zhang Chi thought for a moment and shook his head: "I really don't know."
It’s not like I rode it myself, so what’s the name? The cowboys picked it and there might be a name for it, but they didn’t pick anyone who had nothing to do to name the horse. What’s the matter, most of them are cowboys who haven’t graduated from elementary school. They want to find a place.
Why don't you show off your literary talent?
"If you remember, give it a name." Zhang Chi saw that his sister was very interested, so he wisely said.
"Well! Then call it prunes," Zhang Juan said.
Upon hearing this name, Zhang Chi thought to himself: You are really my sister! Are you still a teacher? If the child's parents knew that you named Ma, they would probably take their child to another school overnight.
"How is it?" Zhang Juan was very satisfied with her name and turned to her brother and asked.
Zhang Chi immediately extended his thumb and said flatteringly: "What a good name, vivid image. The color of this coat really looks like dried prunes."
"I think so too," Zhang Juan said proudly.
"Okay, now throw the sweat pad on the horse's back." Zhang Chi didn't want to talk about the horse's name anymore.
"okay!"
Zhang Juan was very happy. It seemed that after giving the horse a name, the horse could become one with her.
The task of shaking the pad was a bit difficult for Zhang Juan at first. The main reason was that Zhang Juan was a bit short in stature. Secondly, her strength was also a bit weak. The sweat pad was considered a heavy object for her.
"Sister, let me help you." Zhang Chi saw that he might as well do it by himself. He had already dumped his sister seven or eight times, but she didn't get it right once.
"If you go on, I won't believe it."
People are quite stubborn!
Sorry, I got up a little late. It was already afternoon when I opened my eyes. Alas! The next chapter will be posted around six o'clock. I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone! Kneel down in the corner here, Shitou.