Cannon looked at Zhang Chi and his wife and expressed his thoughts.
"I won't talk about the problem of the machine, but people are actually easy to find. When everything is in place, my wife will probably come. I wonder if she can do this job. Besides, besides me
In addition to his wife, he may be Brian’s girlfriend, or Zarick’s girlfriend…”.
Zhang Chi was a little confused when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to stop Cannon: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, listen to me. I know your wife is coming over, but when did Brian have a daughter?"
Friends, what’s going on with Zarik?”
Zhang Chi felt that he had been away from the ranch for a long time. Why didn't he know about such a big thing?
Cannon explained with a smile: "Brian and Zarick both have girlfriends."
"When did it happen?" Zhang Chi asked.
"It just happened in the past week or two," Cannon said.
Zhang Chi was a little speechless, feeling that he didn't know about this.
But after thinking about it, with the speed with which people in the United States find girlfriends and break up with them, things are normal. Many people think they like it at first sight, and have sex that night. It is common for them to continue dating after thinking it is good.
Besides, it wasn't very hasty for Melika to marry him like this. There was no betrothal gift and Zhang Chi didn't even know what his father-in-law looked like.
"Go on," Zhang Chi said to Cannon.
Cannon looked confused: "I'm done, how many people can a cheese factory need?"
Zhang Chi was right when he thought about it. The cheese factory he was planning to build here would not require many people. It was a bit flattering to say that it was a factory. It should be called a cheese workshop.
The process of making cheese is almost the same as the process of making tofu in China. First, boil the milk, then add starter culture, wait for the milk to ferment, add rennet to coagulate the protein in the milk, and finally add it to the mold for pressing.
Then a piece of cheese is simply formed.
Large cheeses can be stored after being pressed into a drum shape and sealed with wax. Generally speaking, the cheese tastes better in the first half of the year.
It's roughly a process like this. There may be some changes in the middle, big or small, but they are all done using mechanisms, and there is not much technical content in this thing.
As for what is the best and not the best, it is not suitable for Zhang Chi's target customer group, because some cheeses are extremely delicious to foreigners, but to Chinese people, let alone eating them, they smell like shit.
This is a bit like foreigners looking at preserved eggs. Many Chinese people love it so much that they have to fill a whole plate when drinking. But foreigners can't accept it. The name deviled eggs is quite appropriate for foreigners.
What Zhang Chi wants to make here is ordinary cheese. A little fermentation is acceptable, but the kind with basket hairs, let alone the ones with maggots, can be tolerated.
A cheese factory that specializes in consuming milk from the Zhangchi Ranch cannot be big. It only needs about ten people at most. It is still a good deal. Generally speaking, there are seven or eight people. If you put it among the domestic black-hearted capitalists, five people can do it.
The working day is twelve hours, with a maximum of six workers working in two shifts.
Zhang Chi glanced at Melika next to him.
Melika said cheerfully: "It would be great if this were the case, but we have to meet the person before deciding how to handle the matter."
"That's natural," Cannon said.
After all, it is a business. Cannon has confidence in his wife, but it is impossible for the boss and his wife to nod before they meet her.
"If that's okay, I'm going to work first. Should we let them come and collect our milk these days?" Cannon was about to stand up, but immediately asked Melika what to do with the milk these days.
Melika thought for a moment: "Wait a minute, I'll ask here and I'll give you a reply in an hour."
"Okay, BOSS, I'm going to work," Cannon said, then stood up, picked up the cowboy hat he put on the table, turned around and left the room.
Zhang Chi and Melika were left alone.
"Can Zheng Bohong consume all this cheese?" Zhang Chi was a little doubtful.
Melika said: "It depends on the quality of the products. If they can reach a good standard, there will be no problem in selling them. Don't underestimate them. We have a business at home."
oh!
Zhang Chi didn't ask any more questions. He didn't want to find out someone else's background. Of course, if Melika told her, he would be happy to hear her. If she didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask too many questions.
Next, Melika had to find someone to find out what kind of equipment a small cheese factory would require, how much it would cost, etc.
This thing took some time for Zhang Chi, but it was no big deal for Melika. After a few phone calls, Melika got what she wanted.
"Hey! What are you still doing here?"
Melika saw Zhang Chi holding his head and leaning forward, almost dozing off, so she pushed Zhang Chi and asked curiously.
Zhang Chi opened his eyes: "I'm here to accompany you."
"Okay, let's go play wherever we want. I'm just making phone calls here," said Melika.
When Zhang Chi heard that nothing happened to him, he stood up and walked outside without even a polite word.
When he got outside, Zhang Chi saw his sister and brother-in-law staying on the terrace, chatting happily while eating fruit. His sister was giggling as if she had just laid an egg.
little hen.
"What are you talking about? You are so happy?" Zhang Chi walked over, reached for a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth, eating while looking at the two of them.
Sun Yanping did not answer his brother-in-law's question, but instead asked: "Has your matter been resolved?"
"Well, it's solved. Let's open a cheese factory to produce cheese ourselves and consume the milk from the ranch," Zhang Chi said.
"You want an office and a factory?" Zhang Juan was a little surprised. She felt that her brother was really promising. The tone of his words made it seem as if he could open a factory for free.
Looking at his sister's expression, Zhang Chi said: "It's not the kind of factory you think of. The cheese factory is not that big. Just think of it as our domestic tofu shop."
Zhang Juan had never seen any tofu shop, but she didn't care about it. Instead, she asked her brother: "Then you will wrap the cheese at home."
"No problem, it doesn't matter. I'm just afraid that you might vomit after eating it," Zhang Chi said.
Some people think that eating cheese is foreign, but after eating it for a long time, they can’t stand it. The main reason is that our Chinese people’s eating habits are different from foreigners. Foreigners can eat it every day, but most Chinese people can’t stand it in their own food three times a day.
Appears at the dinner table.
"I never spit out anything free of charge," Zhang Juan said jokingly.
"Practice?"
Zhang Chi didn't want to continue arguing with his sister and her husband, so he urged his sister to practice equestrian skills.
"Wait a while, why don't we take a rest?" Zhang Juan said.
"Then I'll go and see the cows." When Zhang Chi saw that his sister was not moving, he decided to go and see how the cows were being milked in the pasture.
After saying that, seeing his sister wave her hand, Zhang Chi went directly to the stable.
When I got to the stable, I took my things, summoned Red Flame Mountain, and headed to the pasture to the west.
After leaving the pasture and getting on the horse track, Zhang Chi rode his horse all the way. When he arrived at the west pasture, he saw the milking cows, all gathered around the milking machine, eating grass while waiting to be milked.
As soon as they entered the ranch, they saw Haydn leading a few students in white coats to play with the cows.
Zhang Chi doesn't understand scientific research matters, but he has a principle that you can take samples, but if you have nothing to do, put something into my cow, that is absolutely not allowed.
As for Zarik and others, they are Zhang Chibu's spies at the ranch.
For now, people like Haydn are quite disciplined and don't mess around in their own territory.
"George?"
When Haydn saw Zhang Chi coming on horseback, he came up to greet Zhang Chi with a smile on his face.
"Professor Haydn" Zhang Chi dismounted about five or six feet away from Haydn.
Although he didn't take the professor seriously, Zhang Chi was still very polite. The free veterinarian saved Zhang Chi a lot of money. What's wrong with giving him some superficial respect?
"Why are you here today?"
Professor Haydn was a little curious.
Zhang Chi usually comes to the ranch regularly. He usually comes every two or three days, not every day. Zhang Chi came here yesterday and showed up again today, so maybe something happened.
"What's the matter=?" Professor Haydn asked.
Zhang Chi waved his hand: "Nothing else, I just want to see the milk production of the cows here."
When Haydn heard Zhang Chi ask about the milk production, he said: "There is nothing special these days, not too much, not too little, just like usual, what?"
The cows in the pasture gave birth to calves one after another, and naturally produced milk. Except for the calf's food, the rest was milked by a milking machine to create residual value for Zhang Chi.
The milk production of Amber cows is good. Apart from the calf, they can still squeeze out five or six kilograms of milk every day. This is the average. Some cows produce more, and some cows produce less. This is
There is no fixed value to things.
"Well, I'll go take a look," Zhang Chi said.
Haydn heard that Zhang Chi wanted to see it, so he accompanied Zhang Chi to the nearest milking machine to have a look.
The pasture here is large, so the milking machine is no longer fixed, but movable. When changing places, it can be towed by a tractor.
The cows here are almost the same as those in the pasture there, so no one needs to worry too much about milking. When they see the milking truck coming, they will come and milk them one by one according to their status in the group, until they feel that they are no longer milking.
When I feel uncomfortable, I start to moo at people to come over and let me go.
Cows are actually quite smart, at least Zhang Chi’s Amber cow is like that.
When they came to the milking machine, Brother Yiwei was busy loading the milked milk into the car, transporting it to the house and setting it up, waiting for the milk truck to come and transport it away.