Back at the camp, Zhang Chi tidied up Chiyanshan, removed the saddle pads, left only a bridle, and added a long side rein tied to the tree, and gave Chiyanshan
I got some fodder. Of course, the mountains are now green and there is so much for the horses to eat that Zhang Chi doesn’t need to worry about it.
When he arrived next to his tent, Zhang Chi discovered that his sister and her husband were facing away from him. They were sitting on the edge of the cliff, side by side, motionless.
Zhang Chi glanced twice and asked his father, who was busy next to the fire, "What's wrong with them? What kind of concave shape do they have now?"
After listening to his son's words, Zhang Youpeng said with a smile: "Looking at the sunset, the sunset here is really beautiful. We also watched it for a long time, and we didn't boil the water until we saw you come back."
After hearing this, Zhang Chi raised his head and looked at the sun setting over the mountains to the west.
Indeed, the sunset at the moment was beautiful, but Zhang Chi was not in the mood to appreciate it. He came back for a run in the afternoon and rode on horseback for almost two or three hours, which made Zhang Chi a little tired. He had not exercised so vigorously for a long time.
, it happened all of a sudden, and my waist and back are still sore.
"Is the water boiling?" Zhang Chi found his teapot, opened the lid and looked at the tea leaves inside. He felt that the tea leaves could not be kept, so he added a little water to the pot, closed the lid, shook it, and walked aside.
Pour the tea leaves out.
Looking at the empty pot, I found that there was still a piece of tea leaf stuck to the wall of the pot. I stretched out my hand and pulled out the small tea leaf, bounced it to the ground, and then returned to the fire.
I opened the tea jar, scooped two spoonfuls of tea leaves into the pot with my own small tea spoon, closed the jar lid, and waited for the water to boil.
"Oh, the scenery here is so beautiful, much more beautiful than our hometown."
At this moment, the voice of brother-in-law Sun Yanping came from behind Zhang Chi.
Zhang Juan said: "Our hometown is a small county town with a land as big as this one. Look, when we look here, there is no place for people to live around. If it were in our place, these places would have been reclaimed long ago.
It’s farmland.”
"Yes, the area is about the same as ours, but their arable area is many times that of ours. Look at this place, this is truly the chosen land," Sun Yanping said.
Zhang Chi wanted to laugh when he heard this. Now his sister and brother-in-law are still immersed in the fantasy of America.
But this is normal. If you have never lived in a place, and you have never really experienced how people live there, it is always easy to bring your own emotions into it when you look at a problem with your imagination.
Some people say that the United States is good, and some people say that the United States is good or not. Whether the United States is good or not is actually a subjective question. If you are rich, then it is naturally good. It has a big house and good education. In addition, you can scold others if you have money.
Whoever scolds whom, the officials here are not as strong as the rich.
If you have no money, haha, there will be zombie-like DU activists on the side of the road, and you may be one of them in the future.
"Since you like it so much, why don't you just stay?"
Zhang Chi said to his sister and brother-in-law: "Stay and let me herd the horses. Cannon will take care of you when the time comes."
Zhang Juan said: "What you think is beautiful, we live a carefree life at home, why should we come here to suffer your sins?"
"Look, you said your life is easy, but now you don't want to live here. What kind of trouble do you want to make?" Zhang Chi started arguing with his sister with a smile.
Zhang Juan said: "No matter how good the place is, it belongs to others. Your brother-in-law and I don't have the ability like you. We are small farmers. We are content with being rich and don't have any big pursuits. We also know that a life of revelry and extravagance is not for us."
It can be done, so if your brother-in-law goes to work honestly, I can be my teacher honestly."
"It's good. Everyone just needs to live their own lives. There are so many demands in life, and life is so tiring." Zhang Jiaren nodded to his granddaughter with satisfaction at this time and explained his truth.
Zhang Chi took the opportunity and said: "How about, grandpa and daddy, you can stay here, at least until the child is born."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiaren immediately felt as if he had been stabbed in the butt by an awl. He shook his head and said, "No, no, I can't wait until mid-August to go back. It's not a problem to have no one at home for a long time. Waiting for the child to be born, that's about it."
It’s the Spring Festival, we’ll just come over then.”
Zhang Juan smiled and said: "Sir, just hold on a little longer. Your round-trip air tickets are quite expensive. You can't save the air tickets even if you farm for a year."
"Next time, I won't need such an expensive ticket." Zhang Jiaren felt distressed when he thought about the ticket price, but he still wanted to go back to his hometown.
Although this place is said to be his grandson's home, that is, his home, the old man has never felt like home. His grandson's house is very good and can be considered luxurious in his eyes, but he just can't regard it as his own home.
Speaking of other things, the old man now misses his own nest a little bit.
Zhang Chi really sees it and understands that the old people are nostalgic for the past. You actually insist on dragging them to live here. It's not impossible, but the old people will not be happy. It is difficult to leave their homeland. Instead of doing this, it is better to let them go back and start a new life.
Live happily in my hometown.
"Okay, then if you come back during the Spring Festival, the children will definitely not be able to go back to see you if they are too young," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Hearing about his little great-granddaughter who he had not yet met, Zhang Jiaren's face shone with light, and his eyes smiled: "That's for sure, if we come over, the child will be very beautiful."
"As long as you don't look like Dachi, you have to look more like Xiaomei. If the girl's family looks like Dachi, how will she get married in the future?" Zhang Youpeng continued.
Zhang Chi was not happy after hearing this and opened his mouth and said: "What's wrong with you looking like me?"
"I'd better stop looking like you. I shed tears when I see you with ugly words." Zhang Juan looked at her brother carefully and imagined in her mind that her brother's face was placed on a girl's body, and she suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head was exploding.
It's open.
He immediately shook his head to get rid of this terrible thought.
"I really can't be like you, I'm finished like you."
"..." Zhang Chi was speechless.
"Can my daughter not be like me? She will be finished if she doesn't look like me." Zhang Chi was a little unconvinced.
Everyone was laughing and joking, and before they knew it, it was getting dark.
As the sun sets, the fire in the campground becomes brighter and brighter.
As soon as it gets dark, everyone naturally starts cooking and prepares to go back to the tent to sleep after dinner.
Miller's place is still the same, but instead of simple hot dogs tonight, it's fried steak, with onions and potatoes as the side dishes, plus a vegetable salad.
At Zhang Chi's house, the meat is still stuffed with pancakes, but this time it is made with meat and steamed buns. The meat is minced, topped with crushed green peppers and then sandwiched with steamed buns.
It's definitely not as standard as the Roujiamo in Xi'an, but when it comes to meat, Zhang Chi can pat his chest and say that our meat is better than the authentic Roujiamo.
As long as you can hold it, you can take more than half the pot of meat.
Of course it won't work if you have meat buns, you have to have thin ones.
Zhang Chi didn't make it so complicated, nor did he make spicy soup. He just simply cooked a pot of stick noodle porridge.
This thing is really simple. When the water is boiling and waiting for the water to bubble, grab the stick noodles and sprinkle them into the pot. Stir the spoon while sprinkling. This will prevent the sprinkled stick noodles from clumping together and forming lumps.
piece.
The most annoying thing about making stick noodle porridge is that you end up with lumps of dough when you drink it. That’s not beautiful and it’s a failure.
So the job of spreading noodles is done by an experienced hand today, that is, Zhang Chi’s grandfather Zhang Jiaren appears.
The old man Bu Huai has been drinking stick noodle porridge for most of his life. When this pot of small porridge comes out, it is neither thin nor thick, and it is full of stick noodles and fragrant, just like stick tea.
When it is half-warm, add the beef steamed buns in your hands. Hold the porridge in one hand and the steamed buns in the other. Take a bite of meat here and a bite of stick noodle porridge there.
Zhang Chi felt that this was the best reward for a couple who had been lucky for a day.
The cowboys didn't come over to join in the fun in the evening, and they had no interest in the meat buns at first sight. You know, there are also stuffed buns here in the United States, not to mention hot dogs.
For example, in the small town of Folsom, there are die-noodle pancakes, which are like our domestic die-noodle pancakes. They are used to stuff beef. They are a bit like the domestic pancakes stuffed with meat. But to be honest, the pancakes are not as delicious as sesame pancakes.
At this moment, I guess the cowboy is thinking the same thing: the pancakes eaten by people over there are not as delicious as the pancakes we have here in Folsom!
A local has his or her own taste. Food is completely localized and subjective. Everyone thinks the food in their hometown is the most delicious.
However, the cowboys were quite interested in the corn noodle porridge, and some of them even brought bowls over and had a small bowl.
After drinking it, everyone looked strange. They thought this corn noodle porridge had the same taste as the corn flakes porridge they often eat.
No, it's not as delicious as the cornflakes bars they eat, because their porridge adds a lot of things, such as dried fruits and the like.
Moreover, most of their corn varieties are fruit-flavored, while the porridge made by Zhang Chi is ordinary corn, which is machine-made corn flour and boiled in boiling water.
Zhang Chi doesn't like eating corn flakes, but he likes to drink this kind of corn porridge.
After finishing dinner with all the fuss, it was time to rest before going to bed.
People here generally don't have much nightlife. If you want to have nightlife, your parents will be very happy, because they can sleep and you have to feed the cows.
What? If you don’t want to feed the cows and want to dance, your father will shoot your feet with a gun and make you dance the dance of life.
So everyone went to bed early. By nine o'clock, there were no people running around in Amber Town except the bars.
Taking advantage of the time to eat, everyone gathered around the fire to drink some wine, enjoy cigarettes and cigars, and at the same time chatted about boring topics, mainly swearing. From the president to the governor, they were all trash talkers.
It's in tune.
"Okay, everyone, let's go back to sleep." Zhang Chi was a little sleepy, so he said to everyone and went to the tent.
Sun Yanping said on his side: "I've eaten a bit too much, I'm going to the toilet."
There is no toilet in the wilderness. It is said to be a toilet, but in fact it is just for taking wild shit.
Everyone is not surprised. Who doesn't poop wild shit in this place? How can anyone go out camping with a mobile toilet? Isn't that sick?