Zhang Chi easily picked up the two dogs from the ground. Just when he was about to touch the fur or something, he found that this guy's belly was quite big and round, and it was obvious that he had eaten a lot of food.
"Where did this get mixed up?"
Zhang Chi curiously said to Ergou.
Meow meow meow!
Ergou meowed, not sure if he was answering Zhang Chi's question or asking him to guess. Anyway, he just kept meowing.
Zhang Chi can no longer speak cat language. Of course, he doesn't care too much about this. No matter where Ergou gets his belly full, it saves him trouble and money.
After petting the two dogs twice, Zhang Chi put the two dogs on the ground.
Hearing the commotion outside, he went out to take a look at Da Niu and Er Hu. What Zhang Chi didn't expect was that the two guys also had round bellies, and their plush little bellies were full of food.
Even when Zhang Chi walked up to them, the two guys just shook their tails and did not come over to rub Zhang Chi's legs as usual.
"You are full too, it's really strange."
After squatting next to Dan Niu Er Hu and stroking the dog's head a few times, Zhang Chi went back to the house to cook.
After dinner, he practiced lassoing for a while by the light. Now Zhang Chi is much more energetic in practicing, because he can see his little progress, and his interest naturally rises.
Now Zhang Chi doesn't watch the scammer's video anymore. If he has any experience, he can just ask Cannon for advice.
Zhang Chi can ask Cannon for advice not only on lassoing, but also on riding skills. Although Zhang Chi has ridden a horse before, only after seeing Melika's performance did he realize that his riding skills are also two-handed.
Worth mentioning.
It's not that the person who taught him before was not very good, it's that they didn't expect him to be a rancher. They just taught him how to ride a horse, not that he could sit firmly on a horse or even rope a calf.
He went to practice when he had free time. Zhang Chi was a kid who could endure hardships. In addition, Chiyanshan was also trained very well. The gelding also had a very good temper. He had no intention of throwing his master down at every turn. Therefore, Zhang Chi
Chi fell, but not often.
When the agreed time came, Zhang Chi drove a pickup truck and rented a trailer to bring back the straw bale machine he bought from Xiao Ma.
When I turned around to return the trailer, I went to the supermarket to do some shopping.
By the time Zhang Chi returned to the ranch, Cannon had already started working.
The machine is very easy to use. As long as the operator drives it, the bales will be transferred to the bucket at the back one by one. However, Cannon can only throw the bales into the bucket in an orderly manner.
After Zhang Chi came back, Cannon asked Zhang Chi to start the machine. He stood in the back bucket to pick up the bales of straw. After gathering all the bales of straw, the two of them drove the car to
Then unload the straw bales from the truck and put them neatly into the fodder warehouse.
Driving was not tiring, but it was not easy for the people stacking straw bales in the back, so Zhang Chi and Cannon took turns.
There are only two people in the small ranch, so Zhang Chi can't hold his hands and watch Cannon die from exhaustion.
The two of them were working here when they suddenly heard someone calling them next to them.
Zhang Chi looked up and found that it was his neighbor Serriol. The old man was riding a horse and was greeting him through the fence.
Zhang Chi waved to him, but he was a little far away. Coupled with the churning sound made by the machine, Zhang Chi couldn't hear what he said clearly for a while.
Serriol shouted twice, and then realized that Zhang Chi did not hear clearly what he said, so he waved his hands and made gestures while speaking.
Zhang Chi didn't understand it, but Cannon, who was standing on the hopper, understood it.
"BOSS, he wants to come over and take a look."
"Huh? What's so good about this?" Zhang Chi was a little confused.
But if the neighbor wanted to come and see him, he couldn't turn him away, so he stretched out his hand and waved to Serriol, beckoning him to come over.
Serriol dismounted and climbed over the fence.
There is no open door between the two houses. If you want horses to come through, you have to go around in a big circle. Besides, it's not so good. Who would open an access door on the neighbor's fence.
Seeing Serriol approaching, Zhang Chi stopped the machine.
I originally thought that Seyriol might be curious about his machine, but who would have thought that Seyriol was only concerned about his pasture.
After coming in, I picked a piece of grass and put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.
"George, the beard grass in your pasture is growing very well," Serriol asked Zhang Chi.
"It seems so." Zhang Chi smiled honestly, answering Serriol's question.
"How many bundles have you collected?" Serior looked at the half-filled bucket and asked casually.
Zhang Chi replied: "We have already collected five or six carts. It will probably take some time to finish collecting all the forage."
Serriol was actually curious about the grass in Zhang Chi's pasture. He made an estimate in his own mind and felt that Zhang Chi's grass harvest this season was quite high, so he wanted to come over and inquire about it.
The grass in Zhang Chi's pasture grows fast, so the harvest is naturally large. One acre requires more than a hundred bales of grass. Zhang Chi has not calculated it, but based on visual inspection, one acre of property must produce seven or eight tons of grass.
There are about twenty bundles of grass per ton. It will take at least a few days for this small truck to stack all the pastures.
These are Zhang Chi's own estimates. As for the specific figures, he won't tell others, just give them a rough number. Serriol is just his neighbor, not his boss.
Serriol said at this time: "The price of pasture has increased again, now it is two hundred and twenty dollars a ton."
"Is it so expensive?"
Hearing the price, Zhang Chi was surprised and asked: "Is it first class?"
Serriol said: "Of course it's Level 1. If it's Level 2 or even Level 3, don't feed the cattle and just grow grass and sell it."
There are several grades of forage according to quality. These things have indicators, which are ADF (acid detergent fiber), NDF (neutral detergent fiber), DNFD (digestible neutral detergent fiber), CP (crude protein), DM (dry protein).
Not to mention the special grade, the requirements for this thing are too high, and it cannot be used in ordinary pastures. Most of the grass on the market is first and second grade.
But now the price of first-grade forage has reached US$220, which is a bit staggering.
Besides, what time is it now? It’s not winter yet, and the price has risen like this. Then in winter, a ton of forage will not rise to 2,560?
"It wasn't one hundred and eighty-nine last month, why did it go up so fast?" Zhang Chi wanted to take cover before. At that time, he asked about the price. It was less than two hundred dollars, but how long has it been now?
It went up to two hundred and twenty dollars.
Don't look at the small difference of tens of dollars per ton. A ton of grass-fed cattle tastes like a toy. One cow can eat 30 kilograms of forage in a day. How much does it cost to have thousands of cattle in these dozens of days in winter?
The fodder holds up.
In other words, if Zhang Chi were to feed the current herd of cattle purely with grass, he would have to spend six to seven thousand dollars a day to support them, otherwise his cattle would go hungry.
When Serriol came over, he was actually calculating an account in his mind. He wanted to see how much the forage in his neighbor's house was worth, because Serriol found that Zhang Chi's family harvested much more forage than his family, and the weight of a bale of grass was
They were all about the same. Just looking at the number of bales on the ground, Serriol felt that the forage collected by Zhang Chi's family was at least half more than that of his family.
If the ranch owner is not sensitive to these things, then he must be a rancher who does not work seriously.
Coming over to see how much Zhang Chi's pasture is worth is also a small hobby for Serriol. Of course, if it were Zhang Chi, he would also have to take a look and guess how much money his neighbor would make this year.
It's just that when it comes to planting grass, no one can do it better than him. We have the gourd to forage, so we don't need to care about how much grass other people harvest.
"We have pasture for the winter," said Serior.
Zhang Chi replied: "There is still a long way to go."
As he said this, Zhang Chi began to make plans in his mind, wondering if he should work harder in two days, get more gourd pulp water and sprinkle it on. This is not planting grass, just directly
Is it good to just plant money?
At this price, Zhang Chi wouldn't have to raise any cattle. Wouldn't it be more convenient to sell grass directly? A ranch can earn hundreds of thousands a year just by selling grass.
Serriol came over with curiosity and wanted to explore Zhang Chi's tone, but unfortunately, Zhang Chi was the kind of guy who was honest and honest, and his understanding of the idiom of keeping one's wealth secret was much deeper than that of a Yankee like him.
Serriol didn't expect Zhang Chi to tell him anything. As for the grass growing well, it didn't have much to do with him, either because he had the ability or because he had planted something.
So Serriol chatted with Zhang Chi here for a few minutes, but didn't get any useful information, so he went back.
Zhang Chi and Cannon naturally had to continue working. If so many bales of grass were not put into the warehouse and waited for a rain, so many days would not be in vain.
While driving, Zhang Chi thought about it in his mind. As a novice rancher, it was inevitable that he would be a little confused in his first year. For example, he didn't think about the pasture, and only thought about saving it for his cattle all winter.
He had already finished his rations, and he had not thought of selling out the grass. Now Serir came over and reminded Zhang Chi.
Cannon, who was stacking straw bales on the back bucket, was also thinking about this matter. Although he couldn't make much money from this, if Zhang Chi, the boss, made money, then he would have a stable job, right?
"Boss, we can harvest another crop of grass before winter."
The two of them packed up another car and returned to Curry to finish the work. Cannon opened his mouth and said.
Zhang Chi hummed, but in his heart he was thinking: One harvest, at least two harvests, your boss and I still owe money to the bank, these vampires are not a good thing.
Cannon didn't know that Zhang Chi was thinking about cheating.
After the two exchanged words, they continued to work. Now no one had the energy to speak, and all they did was physical work.