Melika wanted to pick up the slack, but of course it was risky for her. Who knew how big these bulls could grow? One hundred thousand? If she paid one hundred thousand, she wouldn't need to gamble at all, she could buy one directly.
A good breeding bull.
If one thinks the price is high and the other has no intention of selling, the business will naturally fail.
When the business failed, Melika returned home with Zhang Chi.
I made a cup of tea for Melika. I also used domestic tea leaves, which cost about ten yuan a bag.
It's not that Zhang Chi doesn't have better tea, but Zhang Chi feels that this little girl is always trying to take advantage of him, and the good tea is a bit messy and spoils his own good tea.
Of course, for Zhang Chi, good tea almost comes in cans, the kind that cost more than 100 yuan a can.
No matter how good the tea is, it is not something he can know about, such as Yuqian Longjing, Biluochun, etc. His status is limited to drinking a few sips of the tea sold in supermarkets.
As for the top-quality Dahongpao, even if it was placed in front of him, he wouldn't be able to drink it.
Melika didn't care at all. She didn't come to Zhang Chi to drink tea. In fact, she was just curious and wanted to come over and see how Zhang Chi was raising the cattle.
When she came here, she just wanted to kill some time. Anyway, now she's just sitting around at the airport when she goes back, so she might as well come here and kill some time.
Who knew that when she arrived, what she saw surprised her. Most of the calves that had been culled in her pasture were actually fat and had grown up. Now they were no longer as weak and thin as they were before, and they were smaller than normal.
Calves of the same age are even stronger.
Melika knew that Zhang Chi must have fed something, but unfortunately Zhang Chi was very tight-lipped, at least he could resist her little beauty trap.
Zhang Chi didn't care what he said. There was a transparent gourd floating next to him. Others couldn't see it, but he could only see it. If he said this, people wouldn't think it was strange that he was mentally ill.
Besides, we Chinese have an old saying that wealth should not be exposed.
How many wealthy people have been killed because they exposed their wealth?
So Zhang Chi won't say anything. This is not to keep a secret, but to save his own life! There can be no ambiguity at all.
Zhang Chi did not treat Melika specially because of her identity. They were still sitting on the sofa under the gallery, each holding a cup of tea and chatting while drinking tea.
"The scenery of your pasture is nice, quite poetic. It feels a bit like picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains."
Melika took a sip of tea and looked up at the white snow on the mountaintop in the distance, which looked like a white velvet hat on the mountaintop under the clear sky.
On the snowy mountaintop, on the green mountainside, with a green sky and a clear sky above, a few auspicious clouds stretch out into thousands of images. The only test is human imagination. How many kinds of imagination you have, the clouds will give you as many shapes as possible.
Melika, who has read Chinese poetry, couldn't help but think of Tao Yuanming, whom she had read before.
Well!
Zhang Chi's few poems had been returned to the teacher a long time ago. It is estimated that now the teacher sees him and listens to him talking about poetry, he takes out the money from his pocket with tears in his eyes, and then begs Zhang Chi not to go outside and say that he is him.
teacher.
"Do you still know Tao Yuanming?" Zhang Chi was a little surprised. This American girl was better at equestrian skills than he was, but she also had a higher level of Chinese culture than him.
Is this...is there any fucking reason for this?
"I couldn't understand it before, but as I get older, I understand the artistic conception of Chinese poetry more and more," said Melika.
Without learning Chinese, Melika would not feel the beauty of Chinese. Without reading Chinese poetry, she would not understand the character and thoughts of Chinese people, let alone the views and attitudes of Chinese sages towards life and the world.
In the past, Melika only learned Chinese to master a useful foreign language, but after learning it, she really fell in love with this language and this culture.
When she saw a Chinese person, she naturally wanted to talk about this culture. Of course, she also wanted to win Zhang Chi's favor. Subconsciously, she felt that the fat Chinese guy in front of her had potential.
If nothing else, the craft of raising cattle is quite good.
There is a saying: My sister-in-law is so beautiful, I will definitely make you my friend.
To Melika now, it's just that you little fat guy has the secret recipe for raising cattle. From now on, you are my friend.
Talking about ancient Chinese poetry with Zhang Chi.
It's a pity that at this moment, Melika confirms a Chinese idiom: playing the piano to an ox.
Zhang Chihui's poems are probably from the third grade of elementary school or below, such as "Flying Down Three Thousand Feet". Although I don't think Li Shangyin is an unpopular poet, he is not much better.
For children from families like Melika, happy education has nothing to do with them. They need to learn several languages from an early age. In addition, dance, art, and sports are also essential.
When Zhang Chi compared with her, forget it, let's not compare. A delivery boy born from happy education and a child of an aristocratic family from elite education were ridiculously inferior not only in terms of social level, but also in terms of knowledge structure.
…
A string of ellipsis indicates Zhang Chi's current status.
He also lost the conversation with an American about Chinese poetry, which made Zhang Chi feel a little headache.
"It's getting late. I'm leaving. I'll come back next time to see if your cattle are well raised."
Seeing Zhang Chi's embarrassed look, Melika was secretly happy. If she wasn't waiting to get on the plane, she wouldn't mind having a late-night talk with Zhang Chi.
I don’t know why, but seeing Zhang Chi’s face twisted into a chrysanthemum, Melika felt joy for no reason, as if a pair of wings had been inserted into her little heart.
"Oh, okay! Have a safe trip!"
Hearing that Melika was leaving, Zhang Chi felt relaxed for no reason and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief: This little bitch is finally leaving. This person didn't even look at her. He didn't want to talk to her anymore, and he just kept talking to himself.
Never finished!
Melika got into the car and stuck her head out of the car window: "Goodbye!"
"goodbye!"
Better not to see you again!
Zhang Chi watched Melika go away with a smile.
After Melika disappeared from sight, Zhang Chi turned around and saw Red Flame Mountain, so he readied his saddle again and prepared to practice the difficult moves he had just seen.
Emergency stop!
Zhang Chi almost turned himself into a parabola!
Sharp turn!
Zhang Chi was almost dragged away by Chi Yanshan.
Fortunately, the grass on the pasture was thick, otherwise Zhang Chi's life might have been decided here today.
But Zhang Chi is not discouraged at all. This is a plus point in Zhang Chi's character, that is, he will definitely persevere in whatever he decides to do.
It makes no sense that what Melika can do as a girl, he can't do as a man!
Practicing is always the most boring thing. Watching Melika's body and horse become one and move smoothly. However, most people don't care how many falls and how much sweat Melika had to fall behind to achieve this point.
They only care about the handsomeness they see and the skills beyond ordinary people's imagination.
However, Zhang Chi knows very well that only how much sweat will yield much harvest, and even sweat may not necessarily water the flowers of ideals.
But if you don’t sweat and persist, you will definitely gain nothing.
Sweating may not guarantee success, but watering without sweat will definitely not succeed.
As soon as he got on the equestrian bar, Zhang Chi forgot about time and would practice whenever he had free time every day. Over the past few days, his equestrian skills had indeed made some small progress.
At this time, Cannon also finished working on the previous ranch and brought all his belongings to Zhang Chi's ranch.
At the door, Cannon called Zhang Chi.
"BOSS! I'm at the door."
Cannon said as he waited for the call to come through.
"Come in! Come in yourself."
Zhang Chi replied.
So Cannon opened the door, drove in, got out of the car, closed the door, and drove his pickup truck toward Zhang Chi's house.
Seeing Cannon coming, Zhang Chi warmly welcomed him and watched Cannon's car coming from the small lawn at the door.
"Is the matter over there done?" Zhang Chi saw Cannon get out of the car and immediately walked forward with a smile, ready to shake Cannon's hand.
Looking at Zhang Chi's appearance, Cannon was shocked.
"BOSS, what happened to you? Did you fight with the brown bear on the mountain?"
The Zhang Chi that Cannon saw now was completely different from before. There were obviously a few scratches on his face, and obvious injuries could be seen on the backs of his exposed arms.
From Cannon's experience, it was like this was the first time in his old age that he could do such a good job on the ranch. If he hadn't fought with a brown bear, he couldn't think of any work on the ranch that could be tormenting.
so.
"I'm practicing riding skills"
Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Well!
"Practice riding skills?"
Cannon felt that his boss was riding a horse or a man. If he was riding a horse, it would be very rare for him to do something like this.
If you were riding someone, it would be okay.
The girl is not happy, so you prepare to ride her hard, but in the end you end up with a girl with a bad temper, and she is scratched like this.
Um!
That makes sense!
As an old wage earner, a ranch cowboy, and a man of professional ethics, I know that the boss's affairs have nothing to do with him. As long as he pays his wages on time, he is a good boss.
As for whether the boss rides people, what does it have to do with him? Let alone riding people, the boss goes to Antarctica to ride penguins. As long as the wages are paid on time, he is a good boss!
"What are the arrangements now?"
Cannon asked.
Zhang Chi was scratching his head now. He had always wanted a happy education from Niu, that is, if he didn't ask, he wouldn't know what else to do.
"You can see for yourself. Now that you are here, let's get you a horse first. Tomorrow morning we will go to Mason's horse farm to pick a horse for you."
Now that there are cowboys, the ranch will naturally need to add horses. You can't let Cannon ride Red Flame Mountain, so why should you ride it yourself? You can't ride a big bull or two tigers to practice equestrian skills.
Cannon was also dumbfounded. This was the first time he met a rancher who allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
But when I think about it, Zhang Chi is also a novice, and I feel relieved.
Cannon wasn't thinking about playing tricks, let alone bullying the novice boss, because he knew he wouldn't be able to play this way for long. They were all ranchers here. As long as Zhang Chi communicated with them, there would be no problem.
exposed.
Cannon may not have many small ideas in mind. He also wants to have a place to eat in peace, and now it seems that Zhangchi Ranch is an opportunity for him.