Zhang Chi was riding on the back of Chiyanshan, holding the reins in his hands. Not only was it the rein of Chiyanshan, but there was another one, which was the side rein of his sister's horse.
At this moment, Zhang Chi was running quickly with his sister on horseback. The speed was not very fast, so naturally there was no danger.
"Well, it's done well, it's more natural, but it can be relaxed a little more, so that you can sit up straight with your head upright, without turning yourself into a mummy. Relax a little more, and your expression will be more natural, so you don't have to be so bitter and resentful.
…”.
While urging the horse to trot, he said to his sister so that she could better adjust the shape of her horse.
After a few days of practice, Zhang Juan was able to ride a horse by herself. Although she was not very skilled in controlling the horse's movements, she was able to communicate simply with the horse.
At least the horse can understand her commands, unlike at the beginning when the person is nervous and the horse is confused, not knowing what the person on its back wants to do.
Zhang Juan is just a beginner, and her body must be stiff. Zhang Chi doesn't know how to make her do better. Apart from practicing this kind of thing over and over again, there is no other way, let alone any shortcut. Others
Saying it a thousand times or ten thousand times is not as rewarding as practicing it yourself.
Zhang Juan was in a very complicated mood at this time, half excited, half scared, and a little bit excited that she could trot on her horse.
But Zhang Juan soon lost her excitement, because the horse's trotting increased the friction between the saddle and her legs, and the roots of her legs began to hurt a little.
Zhang Chi, who was talking to his sister, noticed the expression on her face and said, "Let's rest for a while. If you continue to practice, your legs will be worn out. But if you want to ride a horse well, it's inevitable. If you don't wear out your legs, it's inevitable."
I can’t even practice riding skills.”
Fortunately for a rider, if you say you haven't worn out the flesh on your legs once or twice, that's definitely nonsense. Only when you have calluses in the end can you say that you can ride a horse without even wearing out the flesh on your legs.
If you do it once, your riding skills won't be the same.
"It's okay. You said it would definitely wear out. It would have been worn out long ago." Zhang Juan gritted her teeth and said.
Zhang Chi heard this and said: "There is no need to go through such trouble. Just practice here and you can trot. Anyway, if you go back, there will be no place to practice. If you don't ride for a long time, your hand will get injured again."
Although Zhang Chi claims to be strict with his sister, he can't do anything to torment her for no reason. They are siblings. His requirement for his sister's riding skills is that she can trot on a horse when leaving the ranch.
, don’t do anything like galloping, barrel racing, cowboy triathlon, etc.
Safety first, life first.
But Zhang Juan doesn’t think so. She still has a bit of a temper. What’s more, horse riding is a popular sport in China now. Each racecourse either claims this or that, and the gangs who do it actually don’t have a lot of money in their pockets.
, but the white-collar workers who have to load money are sharpening their heads one by one and learning to ride a horse. It seems that with such a step on the horse, their temperament and pockets can be sublimated, and they are no different from the so-called European aristocrats.
connect.
"It's okay, keep practicing. You have to take medicine at night anyway. And didn't you say that your sister-in-law opened a horse farm with others in the city? If I have time, I will just go and practice. Don't be afraid, your sister will pay for it!" Zhang
Juan gritted her teeth.
Zhang Chi saw that his sister was so determined, so he continued to trot with the horse, and continued to correct his sister's riding posture while running.
As for going to the racecourse to ask for money, Zhang Chi didn't even think about it. How could a man like Zheng Bohong accept money from Zhang Chi's sister?
The two siblings rode for a while and then saw the pickup truck running towards them. The speed was not very fast, that is, at a speed of twenty or thirty kilometers, which was not much different from that of a horse trotting.
"grandmother!"
When the horse and the car passed by, Zhang Chi gave a thumbs up to the grandmother sitting in the car. Miao Guifang looked down and stepped on the brake.
"Xiao Chi, driving is not as difficult as you think!" Miao Guifang happily shouted to her grandson.
Zhang Chi smiled and replied: "It was not difficult at all."
"When we were young, driving was a technical job, and driving well was a skill," Miao Guifang said while touching the steering wheel happily.
In her imagination, driving is a skill, a professional skill, and one can rely on this skill to make a living, and the food is good.
"Now that cars are more common, there will naturally be more people who know how to drive them," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Zhang Juan sat on the horse and said to her grandma: "Grandma, you have a talent for driving. When I was learning to drive, I couldn't walk in a straight line for several days. You are much better at walking in a straight line than I was then. Isn't that right?
Is Xiaomei a good coach?"
Zhang Juan also flattered her grandma at this time. Of course, she also complimented Melika casually and said that her siblings taught her well.
Miao Guifang said happily: "I am also walking in a straight line now. From there to here, I am practicing straight lines all the way."
Well!
The smiles on the faces of siblings Zhang Chi and Zhang Juan immediately condensed on their faces.
Zhang Chi raised his head and looked at the place where his grandma used to practice driving, and then looked at where his grandma was driving now, and felt that even Beckham's Benedictine curve didn't have such a bend.
It’s really, really cool!
From the starting point to here, it is a bit nonsense to say it is a semicircle, but there is no problem at all to say it is a half ellipse.
"So you are running in a straight line?" Zhang Juan said a little embarrassed.
She thought her grandma was practicing free driving in the car. Who would have thought that although the old lady was now practicing walking in a straight line, the straight line allowed the old lady to walk. Looking at this arc, she would be able to turn back to her hometown after a while.
The old lady didn't notice the expressions of her grandchildren. Originally, in her mind, those who were capable of driving were engraved in her memory when she was young. People tend to be a bit stubborn when they get older, and their ideas have not changed.
The old lady was actually right. Nowadays, people learn to drive just by driving. In the past, learning to drive was not just about driving, but also about repairing cars. If every driver wants to get a driver's license, you must not only be able to drive, but also have what is available in the market today.
The skills of a car mechanic.
Unlike now, even if you get a driver's license, few people can change a tire, let alone simply repair an engine.
The old lady was so happy. She felt that as soon as she stepped on the accelerator, her youthful feeling immediately started to get a little better.
"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to practice driving."
As she spoke, the old lady looked down at the accelerator under her feet, then stepped on it cautiously and gently. It took almost a minute for the car to start moving.
Watching the car leave, Zhang Juan said: "It is not unreasonable to require people under 70 to take a driver's license test."
As for the old lady's method, she would have to have police cars clearing the area before she could get on the road.
"Let's continue!" Zhang Chi said to his sister.
While the siblings were practicing, Melika also started her own teaching.
Melika is not like the Zhang Chi siblings. She is very interested in teaching her grandma to drive. I don’t know whether Melika is serious about her work or she thinks teaching the old lady to drive is a challenge. In short, Melika teaches her very well.
serious.
As the old lady gets older, she will definitely not accept things as well as the young people, so what the young people can learn once, the old lady has to teach them three to five times or even more.
"Xiaomei, I'm tired. I'm a bit slow at learning things because I'm old." Miao Guifang also knew her own affairs. After studying for a while, she looked at her grandson's wife with a little apology.
"It's okay, grandma, you learned very well and very quickly. To be honest, I have taught people in their fifties to drive before, but they are not as good as you are now." Merika said to Miao Gui
Fang is a compliment.
Miao Guifang was very happy. When she heard that people in their fifties were not as good at driving as she was, a smile immediately appeared on her face. Everyone doesn't like others to praise themselves, and Miao Guifang was naturally not immune to this.
As for Zhang Chi, others praise him for his ability, but if he is given unpalatable opinions, Zhang Chi can make his face look as long as a grinding old donkey.
"Stop comforting me. How can I compare to someone over fifty?" Miao Guifang's smile didn't look modest at all.
"Really!" Melika nodded.
It doesn't matter if it's true or not, Miao Guifang now only thinks that Xiaomei is really great, and her grandson has a really first-class eye for women.
The old lady lives in the village, and no matter what kind of daughter-in-law is found by other families in front of and behind her house, she will not be able to escape her notice. Anyway, now she feels that none of the daughters-in-law from other families can compare to her own grandson-in-law.
In the past, old ladies looked at other people's wives with envy, wondering when they would have a grandson, even if it was ugly, even if it was someone who couldn't speak clearly, there was no movement at all for a person in his twenties.
, but it made the old lady very anxious.
Whenever she meets other people, she feels a little shorter, but it's different now. The old lady sees everyone with their chests out and their abs in check, and she can no longer hear other people's weird words.
All in all, very harmonious!
"You can keep driving," Melika said, "You can go a little faster, don't be afraid, there's nothing else here, and it's not easy for you to hit a cow."
"OK!"
The old lady said yes, but she still didn't dare to put any effort on her feet, so the speed of the car was not much faster, and she still ran twenty or thirty kilometers on the pasture.
At this time, Xiaoxiao and his friends were standing under a short tree. There were many fruits on the tree, which were red and red, like small lanterns hanging on the tree. Although they were not big, the color was so attractive.
Already.
A group of children were looking at the small tree eagerly, and one of them kept talking. Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand, but Yang Zheng used a recording pen to speak to the children who were talking, and he translated a paragraph for Xiaoxiao.
Previous paragraph.
My friend said that Xiaoxiao didn’t know what this thing was, because what he said was slang, like a mold peach. In most places, it’s called a cherry. Now the importer calls it a cherry, but among the people, it’s also called another.
, like some peaches, beef beads and the like.
The translation of these names must not be fully translated, so Xiaoxiao doesn’t know what the name of this fruit is.
The child didn't care either. Now Xiaoxiao was swallowing his saliva and only two words came to his mind: It's edible!
A group of children are thinking about picking wild fruits. To be honest, there are not many children in rural areas in China who have this kind of childishness. But here in the United States, Xiaoxiao, a child, enjoys the joy of his parents when they were young.