The two brothers were sitting at the table. There were two basins in the middle of the table. One smaller basin contained brine, and the other basin contained watered noodles.
"The onions were a bit overcooked, the potatoes were not crispy enough, the beef was too small..."
While Zhang Wu was eating the noodles, he freed up his mouth and commented that his cousin's stew was a mess. In Zhang Wu's terms, even pigs wouldn't be happy to eat it. His cousin's skills were really bad.
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The taste is actually good, but Zhang Wu is in a bad mood, so he just wants to scratch his cousin, and he doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't.
Zhang Chi was smiling at the side, nodding his head to whatever his cousin said, not daring to refute, for fear that he would not serve this man well, and this man would leave him alone, and he would not be able to do the afternoon work, and then he would have no place to cry.
"What you are criticizing is that I must pay attention to the little one in the future and have another bowl?"
Zhang Chi picked up the spoon and pointed it at his cousin's bowl.
"One more bowl, I'm really hungry, otherwise I won't eat it until I die." Zhang Wu had another large bowl of noodles, then he put the bowl next to the braised pot and signaled his cousin to add some braised noodles for him.
The noodles didn’t taste good but you still had to eat three big bowls?
Isn't this nonsense?
"Quail eggs are not good. They are boiled until they have no flavor. White eggs! Next time I make them, I will marinate them to add some flavor to the eggs. Look, they don't taste at all now. What's the matter?"
Zhang Wu picked up a bird egg and put it in his mouth. While chewing it, he started to spit it out.
"Okay! I pay attention, I pay attention."
Zhang Chi was embarrassed to say that these were not quail eggs, but the egg tax he collected from the birds in the morning.
As long as his cousin is willing to continue cutting the grass for him in the afternoon, Zhang Chi doesn't have any moral integrity now. Anyway, you can just say what you say, and he won't lose any flesh.
Zhang Chi was listening when he suddenly saw Zhang Wu bending down, reaching out and stroking under the table a few times, and directly lifted Ergou from under the table to the table.
I gave Ergou an egg, and Ergou ate the egg with his head tilted.
"You see, the cat is not very happy to eat this egg," Zhang Wu said.
Zhang Chi really wanted to tell his cousin, "Throw the cat under the table. I'm used to eating on the table all the time. If this thing is served on the table every day, wouldn't it be a rebellion?"
But now he doesn't dare, for fear of losing such an excellent coolie like his cousin. The most important thing is not to spend money. Not to spend money is the key point.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault," Zhang Chi replied.
While listening to his cousin's nagging, the mobile phone saved Zhang Chi's life.
Picking up the phone, Zhang Chi said to his cousin: "I'll answer the phone."
After saying that, he ran outside the house and sat on the sofa on the porch.
The call was from Cannon.
"Zhang, what's going on? I was at work just now and my phone wasn't with me," Cannon said.
Zhang Chi said: "How is your job there? I'm looking for a cowboy to help me here. If you are free, why not come to my place and give it a try? The price I can offer now is 800 US dollars a month. Food or something.
Just do it as normal.”
If a cowboy here is not an American or has an American visa, his monthly salary is seven to eight hundred U.S. dollars. Even if he is, for an American cowboy, his monthly salary is only nine hundred to one thousand U.S. dollars. There is a lot of ranch work.
Sometimes, the rancher may add one or two hundred dollars, but this usually happens in winter, when there is a lot of work on the ranch.
Normally like now, when the pasture is plentiful, most temporary cowboys would have a normal value of 900. Resident cowboys might have a higher value, but not much higher.
Zhang Chi stated his conditions.
It's not that Zhang Chi didn't want to give one thousand, but if he gave it, what would other ranchers think? This would undermine the stability and unity around him and raise the market price. This kind of person is the most disliked by others.
Zhang Chi doesn't want to be the one who stands out. Originally, he is a Chinese here and has already stood out. If he still acts like a picky person, then aren't you making people hate you?
It usually doesn't matter if the cowboys hate you, because everyone pays the price, and Zhang Chi doesn't pay it alone, but as a member of the ranchers, it's not good if the ranchers hate you.
Again, it affects unity. Zhang Chi is willing to abide by this overall view.
After hearing this, Cannon said: "That's such a coincidence. My job here will be finished in a week. I'm just thinking about finding a job. You are about to find someone over there."
This is good news for Cannon. As a black cowboy without a work visa, eight hundred US dollars a month is really not low. Let alone eight hundred US dollars. There are not many ranch jobs now. For a black farmer like him,
As a cowboy, it's hard to find a job that costs $600 a month.
If you want to find a job worth 800 or 900 yuan, you have to wait until October, because at that time the animals in the pastures here have to be put into the sheds. Until the beginning of spring, all the cowboys work almost twelve hours a day, from beginning to end.
If you are an American cowboy in winter, your monthly income at this time is about one thousand two thousand. This is the price that resident cowboys can get, not those who come to work illegally.
Zhang Chi's eight hundred and one month period is now very attractive to cowboys like Cannon.
"Then we've settled."
Zhang Chi didn't say much. Since Cannon agreed to come, the matter was settled.
Cannon said: "Okay, BOSS!"
Cannon's role transition was pretty quick.
Just like that, after settling the matter and chatting with Cannon for a few more words, Zhang Chi hung up the phone and returned to the room. By this time, Zhang Wu had already finished eating, pushing the bowl and humming a little tune, feeling comfortable.
Like a god.
"Have you eaten, uncle?" Zhang Chi smiled and didn't look like a good guy.
"When you've finished eating, put away the dishes and chopsticks. I'm going to take a nap."
"You rest, I'll take care of the chores." Zhang Chi didn't care what time his cousin slept, as long as he was willing to work, there would be no problem.
After clearing the dishes and chopsticks, Zhang Chi prepared to go out for a big purchase. The old man who worked there wanted to eat a lot of things, and he had to list them all. If the old man was not satisfied, where could Zhang Chi find such coolies?
Besides, he also has a large refrigerator at home. If he doesn’t stuff the refrigerator with enough food for a week, Zhang Chi will have to waste gas and make another trip? So this purchase is definitely indispensable.
After scratching his head and making a list, Zhang Chi took the list and drove out of the pickup truck.
Let's go to my aunt's house first to see if there's anything good about the autumn breeze. At the same time, I'll tell them the news about my cousin's return.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I found my uncle and aunt taking a rest. There was a young white man, about twenty years old, sitting at the table not far away.
At first Zhang Chi thought he was a guest.
"Uncle, aunt!"
"Dachi is here, hurry up and sit down."
They were very happy to see Zhang Chi. They asked Zhang Chi to sit down and asked about the ranch.
"It's good. Brother Xiao Wu is back and is living in my ranch now. I'll come over and tell you," Zhang Chi said.
Zhang Youliang was not surprised at all when he heard this and said: "I know, your eldest brother told me that he was back, so we guessed that he would live with you."
"This kid won't come back. We're afraid that we'll let him work and we won't need him now, so we hired a young man to help." The aunt pointed at the white young man next to her.
Only then did Zhang Chi find out that his uncle's family had hired new staff.
This guy is still a high school student. He comes to work to earn some pocket money. He is a part-time employee. That is, he comes to work when school is over and goes to class when it is time.
This kind of thing is quite normal here.
Many children of ranchers also work part-time jobs outside to earn some pocket money.
It’s not that these children’s families don’t have money, but many wealthy families are willing to let their children go out for exercise. They prefer that their children go to work in other people’s homes, so that they can be exposed to society earlier and experience the hardships of life.
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Of course, there are also families whose children do not work at all, the standard second-generation rich, but such families are relatively rare in small towns.
Smiling at this person, Zhang Chi told his story.
"Go to the garden and pick whatever you want to eat," said the aunt.
With the help of his mother-in-law, Zhang Chi went to the farm to pick a big bag of things, put them in the carriage, and then went to the Chinese supermarket.
After this big purchase, Zhang Chi found that his cousin had already started working when he came back.
Although the two brothers talk back and forth and usually don't have any formality, they actually try their best when it comes to helping. Zhang Wu only used words to stab his cousin, but he really worked hard when he helped, and he didn't.
As usual, I lay in bed for two or three hours. Today I only slept for half an hour. After I was exhausted, I started to work.
According to his cousin's request, Zhang Chi cooked a large table of dishes in the evening. Naturally, the brothers had to talk to each other during the meal.
At night, Zhang Chi got on the machine, turned on the light and continued mowing, while Zhang Wu rested. During the day the next day, Zhang Wu worked, and Zhang Chi was responsible for the logistics. At night, it was Zhang Chi's turn again.
With the efforts of the two brothers, it took several days to finally clean up hundreds of acres of pasture.
The grass that was cut and bundled was still green and could not be put into the warehouse. It had to be dried in the ground before being put into the warehouse. However, this was not something Zhang Wu could help with.
After returning the machine and paying the money, it was time for Zhang Wu to leave.
"What a big loss. I originally came here to hide and relax, but I didn't expect to be caught by your kid. I have worked so many days in vain."
On the way Zhang Chi sent Zhang Wu back to his uncle's restaurant, Zhang Wu kept mentioning this matter.
Zhang Chi is no longer afraid of him. He has finished his work. Why is he still worried that he will give up his job?
"Just think of it as if you've been working out. You don't usually do much exercise. Now if you do some work, you still have an advantage," Zhang Chi said.
Zhang Wu was stunned by these words.
"Does this count as me taking advantage?"
"Ah, why doesn't it count? You have to pay to go to the gym. Not only do I not charge you any money, but I also serve you delicious food and drinks. Of course you take advantage."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wu stretched out his hand and jammed his brother's neck: "I'll strangle you to death!"
"Don't make trouble, I'm driving," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"Owe me wages"
"One hundred yuan is too much," Zhang Chi said.
When Zhang Wu heard this, he said, "Forget it, it's not embarrassing enough."
"Save another hundred yuan," Zhang Chi said happily.
Zhang Wudao: "You are just suitable to make a little money."
While he was talking, his cell phone rang. Zhang Chi took it out and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.
"Who?"
"Merica, this little girl," Zhang Chi said.
Zhang Wu thought for a moment, then remembered who Melika was, and asked curiously: "When did you two hook up?"
"Who knows why she is crazy?" Zhang Chi was also surprised.
"Looking for you to shoot a commercial?"
"My little enthusiasm has dissipated long ago. I just filmed a woolen commercial," Zhang Chi said.