Thinking that it had nothing to do with him, Zhang Chi settled the bill, walked out of the small bar, drove his pickup truck home.
The road is dark, but we are not afraid of someone robbing the road. Robbery here is just out of sight. First of all, everyone doesn’t have much money on them. Many cowboys are just those steel bunkers who buy wine. If you rob the road, it is probably equivalent to nothing.
Rob.
Also, it's too dangerous. Although cowboys don't all carry guns, it's hard to tell. After drinking a little alcohol and having a hot temper, it's impossible for him to let you snatch him without resisting.
After driving for a while and getting used to the night, the road will become clear, and the stars in the sky will illuminate your way home.
When he arrived at the gate of his ranch, Zhang Chi opened the ranch gate. After entering, he got off the car and closed the gate. When he got out of the small forest at the gate, his sight suddenly became clear again.
The pasture near the door is no longer as empty as before. Countless cows are standing and lying in groups. Some cows mooed a few times when they saw Zhang Chi's car.
Zhang Chi came down the slope and looked up to see a sky full of stars. Because it is an agricultural state, there is almost no industry here and there is no pollution. As long as it is a non-raining night, when he looks up at the sky, he will see either a bright moon or a sky full of stars.
For example, the sky tonight is full of stars. The starlight illuminates the entire pasture like a deep blue sea. Countless stars reflect each other. The Milky Way flows through the sea of stars like a jade belt. You can even distinguish different stars with the naked eye.
Different colors of light emitted.
The stars are in the sky, dense and dense, like gems embedded in the sky.
Under the starry sky, there is Zhang Chi's pasture. The dark forest on all sides surrounds the central pasture like a wall. The land on the pasture is slightly undulating, forming a picture with contrasting light and dark.
In the nearby pasture, they are either lying or standing, and groups of cattle are leisurely enjoying their free time. From time to time, they use their ears and tails to gently catch small insects, and at the same time, they regurgitate the fodder they have eaten today.
At this moment, Zhang Chi's pasture is no longer empty. As far as the eye can see, they are all filled with cows. It is so fulfilling that people can't help but feel happy.
As the owner of this ranch, how could Zhang Chi refuse such a view? He opened the car window, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and drove slowly, admiring the scenery of his ranch as he walked.
Not far away, in a brightly lit place, is Zhang Chi's new home. It is still just a frame, and a group of compatriots are busy working there.
Zhang Chi arrived at the RV, got out of the car and walked over, and found that these people were eating. They were all bare-backed and shirtless, chatting quietly while eating.
"have eaten?"
Seeing Zhang Chi coming over, the aunt who was cooking nearby grinned at Zhang Chi and said, "If you haven't eaten yet, you can eat a little here to save yourself the trouble."
Auntie is Lao Chen's wife. I heard that she was also a cultural person in China, but now she is here to cook and cook at the construction site.
Zhang Chi smiled at his aunt: "No, I can eat whatever I want later."
"It's okay, it's okay. I made a lot today and they can't eat it," the aunt said enthusiastically.
Before Zhang Chi could say anything, the workers who were eating said: "If you haven't eaten yet, just eat some. You're welcome. Tonight is braised pork, and Sister Lu is the best at it."...Seeing everyone say this, Zhang Chi smiled and nodded.
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When Aunt Lu saw it, she smiled and picked up the bowl on the table. She first filled Zhang Chi with a flat bowl of rice, then added a few pieces of green vegetables to the rice, poured a spoon full of braised pork on top of the dish, and then added
He added half a spoonful of broth to Zhang Chi and handed it to Zhang Chi's hand.
"Too much, too much".
Aunt Lu smiled and said: "Young man, there is nothing you can't eat, just eat it, it'll be fine!"
Zhang Chi had no choice but to hold the bowl, follow the example of others, and sit on the steps of the house to eat.
The overall frame of the house has been unveiled. At the end of the day, the surrounding exterior walls will be almost sealed. By tomorrow, fireproofing and heat insulation will be done. The next step is to route the wiring and seal the interior walls.
This is a foaming agent used in building houses for insulation. When it is first pumped out, it looks like a sticky slurry. After a while, it expands into a thick filler.
“This braised pork is really amazing.”
After eating a piece of braised pork, Zhang Chi gave Aunt Lu a thumbs up.
"I like the ones there, but I didn't expect there are people selling domestic pork here," Aunt Lu said.
"oh".
Zhang Chi now knows where Aunt Lu buys her meat. Except for Aunt Phil, who raises pigs from our country, other Americans are pursuing the size of pigs and their meat production.
Aunt Lu was a little surprised when she heard Zhang Chi tell her about the shop where she bought meat: "You know that too?"
At this time, a worker said: "How can a Chinese not know about this big shit place?"
"That's right, that's right. This is not a place like California and New York. There are few Chinese here, and everyone must know that," Aunt Lu said with a smile.
"Absolutely," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
To be honest, some Chinese Zhang Chi may not even know them after living here for so long, because they don’t want to integrate into the Chinese circle. They prefer to make friends with white people and live in white communities. What kind of activities are they called?
A positive person who lives a whiter life than a white person.
Zhang Chi generally does not consider people like this to be Chinese, let alone compatriots.
As for the old Hong Kong immigrants and the old Bay immigrants, let alone the old immigrants. These people can get along well with Japanese and Koreans, but they who come from the mainland will look down on you from the bottom of their hearts.
"By the way, Boss Zhang, to be honest, your house is too small. It would be better to build a bigger house for such a big place," a worker said to Zhang Chi while eating.
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "I want to, but if money doesn't allow it, what can I do?"
"That's right, it would be nice to have a home. By the way, how many years have you been here?" the worker who spoke asked again.
"I came here with my uncle when I was ten years old, almost ten years ago," Zhang Chi said.
"If you have built such a large ranch in more than ten years, you can be considered a master."
A worker gave Zhang Chi a thumbs up.
Zhang Chi just smiled. He knew his own family affairs. If he didn't have a gourd to support him, it would be useless to talk about ranching now. According to his normal development, he would either own a small restaurant and do the same thing as his uncle.
Restaurant, or driving a truck, maybe he will be like the current group of workers, working on the construction site all day long... Really relying on his ability, without the support of his family, he wants to buy a pasture here.
If it can be done before the age of ten, it is already considered a great thing.
American money cannot be blown away by strong winds.
"What do you think I came from? It's just Hugekou, and the cowboys in the town still think I won't survive this year," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"Ignore them, they are all lazy as hell."
Workers expressed deep disdain for the work efficiency of white people.
When we were in China, everyone thought that American office workers were serious, at least much more rigorous than our domestic workers. But when we came here, we discovered that these beautiful qualities were actually our own imagination.
They are no different from our state-owned enterprise workers.
While eating and chatting, Zhang Chi only ate half of his meal, and the workers finished eating. They put their bowls on the table, wiped their mouths, and then continued working.
"Still doing it now?"
Zhang Chi asked.
"Make fire protection and heat insulation part of it".
"Isn't it tomorrow?" Zhang Chi was a little curious.
"Do a little bit tonight, and then do another part tomorrow morning. There's nothing to do after dinner anyway, and you can't sing K or anything like that."
Zhang Chi laughed and said, "I'm really sorry, I really don't have anything here."
"What a joke, even if we are here, we don't have time to play. If we are relaxed here, my wife and children will go hungry."
While talking, the workers started working.
After Zhang Chi finished eating, he was about to wash the bowl, but Aunt Lu snatched it away and said, "It's okay, you can go play."
"How long have you been working with Lao Xu?"
Zhang Chi did not leave, but stood aside and talked to Aunt Lu.
Aunt Lu was busy chatting with Zhang Chi: "I have been working here for six or seven years."
"The days will not be short," Zhang Chi said.
"It's not too short," Aunt Lu replied with a smile.
After chatting with the aunt for another ten minutes, Zhang Chi was curious whether the two of them, with their cultured temperaments, would be a little disappointed in their current work, but since it was a private matter, he couldn't really ask.
Back at the RV, Zhang Chi tidied up and got ready for bed.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, the two dogs had already jumped on the bed.
"Get down here!"
Zhang Chi pointed at the two dogs and said.
Zhang Chi still likes cats, but he can't accept the small animals at home on his bed, but the two dogs seem to like sleeping next to Zhang Chi. Although they don't go to bed, they are very close to Zhang Chi's head.
And even though Ergou is only so loud, he doesn’t snore at all. Just snore. You also have vibrato. How could this guy Zhang Chi endure it?
Seeing Zhang Chi's face, Ergou jumped down from the bed and meowed on the ground.
"Sleep on the sofa. If you dare to go to bed, I'll beat you to death." Zhang Chi muttered to both dogs, then put the quilt over his stomach and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
Ergou lay on the bed obediently, looking at Zhang Chi longingly. When he heard Zhang Chi breathing evenly, he sneaked off the sofa again, ran to Zhang Chi's bedside, and rolled up into a ball on the board.
, the little snore hung up after a while.
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