When Zhang Chi returned to the simple camp, he found that there was no one around him again. When he reached the edge of the cliff and looked down, he found that his sister, brother-in-law, grandfather and father had slipped down again at some point.
I went to watch others train horses.
Zhang Chi was not in the mood for this. He lit the fire, put a pot on the pot, added a pot of water to the pot, and started to boil the water.
After waiting for the water to boil, I pinched some tea leaves and put it into the teapot. I poured the water into it, closed the lid, grabbed the teapot and came to the edge of the cliff to look at the almost flat plain in front of me.
If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to a higher level! Now Zhang Chi can see the beautiful scenery thousands of miles away without even going up the stairs.
In front of us is an endless undulating plain. Apart from the green grass, there are also some gravel wastelands. There are also two or three small rivers flowing gracefully. Groups of wild animals are swimming near the small rivers, eating grass.
He looked around step by step, while the carnivorous one lowered his head, as if he was particularly afraid that his whereabouts would be exposed.
"one comes?"
While Zhang Chi was admiring the beautiful scenery, the voice of an old cowboy came from next to him.
Zhang Chi turned around and found that at some point, the old cowboy who had been cooperating with him came to his side. He was holding a cigar with a smile, indicating that he couldn't help but smoke it.
He waved his hand gently: "No, thank you."
Zhang Chi used to smoke a little, but he was not addicted to it. Whether it was cigarettes or cigars, he would just join in the fun without inhaling them into his lungs, he would just smoke them for fun.
After marrying Melika, Zhang Chi never smoked again, because Melika didn't like the smell of cigarettes in the house, so Zhang Chi stopped smoking. What's more, this thing not only hurts himself, but also hurts others. Second-hand
It is said that smoking is more harmful than first-hand smoke. Regardless of whether this is true or not, Zhang Chi thinks it is better not to smoke.
The old cowboy smiled after hearing this, took out the cigar tongs, clamped the cigar, put it in his mouth, came to the fire made by Zhang Chi, picked up a piece of firewood, and lit the cigar with the fire on the firewood.
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Zhang Chi also returned to the fire at this time, got a cup for the old cowboy, put some tea in it, then boiled the cup with hot water and placed it next to the old cowboy.
"Thank you. You won't give me the tea you drank last time, right?"
The old cowboy joked.
Lao is Zhang Chi's good neighbor, Lao Liu. Lao is pronounced in Hong Kong style, and is actually Liu. People in the town usually use Lao instead of Lao Liu. As for Zhang Chi's nickname of George, it is actually similar.
The matter of asking for tea has been spread in the town, but no one told Zhang Chi. Everyone can understand that anyone is cheated out of hundreds of thousands of dollars in a sudden, let alone feed you rotten tea, even if
I'll give you a shot, and many people think it's not impossible.
Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment and then blurted out: "You also know about this?"
The old cowboy smiled and said: "How could I not know that Lao has been talking about this for several days?"
"He should be lucky," Zhang Chi said nonchalantly.
The old cowboy laughed twice and said nothing more. Instead, he squinted his eyes and tasted the cigar in his hand happily. After smoking for two times, he picked up the cup next to him and carefully took a sip of tea into his mouth.
"This tea is very special and very fragrant." When the old cowboy took the tea into his mouth, he felt a strange aroma flowing from his mouth to his stomach. He was instantly conquered by the aroma.
"Well, I just like the unique aroma of this tea," Zhang Chi said.
The old cowboy said: "Is this Biluochun?"
Zhang Chi was a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Do you still know about Biluochun?"
"I also heard what others said. Apart from Biluochun, I also know Dragon and Yuhua, but I don't know anything else. The box of tea I have at home is Longjing. A Chinese friend gave it to me..." the old cowboy said.
After hearing the old cowboy tell his story, Zhang Chi was embarrassed to tell the old cowboy that his so-called top quality Longjing was probably a fake.
The old cowboy said that the friend who gave it to him told him that this was Mingqian Longjing, also called Nervhong. He gave him two pounds of it, and it was two pounds per jar.
With this attitude, Zhang Chi knew that this thing must be fake.
The most expensive Longjing tea is the Royal Eight Teas from West Lake Longjing Village. Zhang Chi has never seen what this tea looks like. He just heard someone casually say that it only costs a few taels a year. This thing is probably similar to Dahongpao.
Not even a rank can be enjoyed by people like Zhang Chi.
Next is Mingqian Longjing, which easily costs tens of thousands.
Unless the old cowboy's friend really has money and nowhere to throw it away, he will just give the old cowboy something worth tens of thousands of dollars.
"oh"
Zhang Chi made a sound.
"Your tea tastes different from mine, so I know it is Biluochun."
Zhang Chi scratched his forehead after hearing this. He really didn't understand the old cowboy's brain circuit. This tea was either Mingqian Longjing or Biluochun. The twists and turns before and after were too outrageous.
But Zhang Chi didn't bother with him about this matter. He couldn't finish talking about Chinese tea with a foreigner in a day or two? What's more, Zhang Chi was also a half-hearted person, so he didn't know anything about tea.
The tea I am drinking now was brought to me by someone from Yanzhou.
Zhang Chi was sipping tea and listening to the old cowboy telling stories.
Zhang Chi likes to listen to stories, especially other people's stories. The old cowboy told about his Chinese friends, how they met and played together.
It's quite interesting, but it's not a strange thing. It's just that when the old cowboy was young, maybe twenty or thirty years ago, China was indeed quite poor at that time, and I guess everyone had never seen it.
What kind of foreigner, if you suddenly catch one, you will immediately have the same temperament and so on.
The old cowboy probably didn't expect that the Chinese people he just met would be so enthusiastic. As a tourist, he was a little surprised by the hospitality of the Chinese people.
The old cowboy was talking lively here, and Zhang Chi was listening with interest when someone suddenly called the old cowboy's name.
Zhang Chi also stood up at this time, because the man named Old Cowboy said he was ready to work, so Zhang Chi naturally had to follow him to work.
He got on his horse again and came down below. Zhang Chi was with his original teammates, and everyone ran towards the horses that had reunited.
Once again, the horses were divided and tied up. After a set of procedures, nearly ten minutes passed. Then the horses were led back to the camp. It was almost noon.
At noon, everyone cooked their own meals. There was a cowboy on Miller's side who was in charge of cooking. The meal was quite simple, beef with baby potatoes, some chickpeas, and some fried onion rings.
Zhang Chi naturally cooks it himself. What he cooks here is pan-fried lamb, served with bean sprouts and other things. He also grills some hard buns on the side. After the lamb is fried, he cuts it into mahjong-sized pieces and serves it with
Add bean sprouts and some other vegetarian dishes, and this is a simple roujiamo.
It would definitely be dry if eaten like this, so Zhang Chi prepared another pot of seaweed and egg drop soup.
After it was done, Zhang Chi looked over there and found that the other people's food was actually bread with meat, which was almost the same as his own.
"George, why don't you change it?"
A cowboy came up to Zhang Chi with his simple hot dog, trying to exchange the hot dog in his hand for the steamed bun in Zhang Chi's hand.
After hearing this, Zhang Chi immediately handed over the steamed bun in his hand.
Who knew that this guy not only changed the steamed buns, but also made a cup of seaweed and egg drop soup in the end.
When the rest of the people saw that Zhang Chi had changed, they came over with their own things to exchange with others. Zhang Juan and others also felt that it was new. She had never eaten anything made by Americans when she came to the United States, so she was also happy.
I exchanged food with others to eat.
Zhang Chi took a bite of the hot dog and found that there was cheese in the bun. This cheese had a slightly sour taste and a little pungent taste, but it was quite appetizing. It was paired with smoked beef slices and
A few leaves of lettuce are not unpalatable.
The main reason is that the meat is really smart. It is about a palm and a half long and a palm wide. The upper and lower slices of bread do not sandwich the meat. The long strip of meat is seven lean and three fat. When you bite it, your mouth will be filled with the aroma of fat.
But you can't eat too much of this stuff, because it's greasy, and the large pieces of meat have been smoked. If you want to make it delicious, the requirements for the heat are extremely high.
Obviously, Miller's cowboy chef is not of such skill. When he first ate it, it was naturally fragrant because of the presence of oil. The oily meat naturally fragrant, but as he ate more and more, the aroma turned into greasy.
I can't eat anymore.
If there were no special-tasting cheese and vegetables, Zhang Chi probably wouldn't be able to eat even half of it.
Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping ate with gusto.
While eating, Zhang Juan said to Zhang Chi: "Look at how well their meat is roasted, it's much better than yours."
Zhang Chi was a little confused when he heard his sister's evaluation, because he was better at barbecue than himself? What kind of stomach does it take to say this?
"It's so delicious? I still have half of it here, why don't I leave it to you too?" Zhang Chi said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Juan immediately waved her hand: "I am so worried."
As she spoke, Zhang Juan hiccuped.
Zhang Chi understood that his sister could hardly eat anymore.
In the end, not only Zhang Juan didn't eat it, but Sun Yanping didn't eat it either. What they left was fed to the dogs in the camp together with what Zhang Chi left. One of them was the iron-clad gold that Zhang Chi gave to Miller——
Barry.
It was Zhang Chi's grandfather, Zhang Jiaren, and his father, Zhang Youpeng, who ate up all their portions. After eating, they drank a pot of strong tea. From this, Zhang Chi inferred that the two of them were also afraid of waste and stuffing it into their stomachs.
It's in there, otherwise how would it be possible to eat it?
After lunch, everyone took a break and worked unhurriedly. There was leisure in the busy work. This way of working is the most comfortable.
Zhang Chi asked his grandfather and father to go into the tent and take a nap. On his side, he sat by the fire, drank tea, and knelt two or three potatoes he had brought.
It was impossible for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping to sleep. They were busy together, patting each other, and they were the busiest in the entire camp.
Indeed, for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping, what they see, hear, and even imagine now are completely different from their lives in the past few decades. They have never seen such scenery in their lives. Naturally, it is
Everything is fresh and interesting, and you can never finish it or see it all.