Li Qiao, who received Zhang Chi's call, was already waiting for Zhang Chi in the company's parking lot.
When he saw Zhang Chi's car approaching from a distance, he extended his hand and said hello.
Seeing Zhang Chi park the car, he smiled at Zhang Chi who got out of the car and said, "Why do you still think of killing cows at home?"
Zhang Chi came to the back bucket and carried a cow leg down: "Isn't this the first time selling cows? Thinking that you have helped me a lot, I will give you a piece of meat to try. Several families have
I want to give some away.”
"I'll go, is it so big?"
Li Qiao originally thought it was only about ten kilograms, but who knew that Zhang Chi had made a cow leg for himself. Although it was a front leg, it was a cow front leg, not a pig front leg. The volume was different. This leg
He took it out and fucked Li Qiao straight away.
"You didn't bring all the meat to me, did you?" Li Qiao felt that his family would have to eat all the beef for half a month, or every day.
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "No, it's just a small front leg. By the way, Brother Li, your family wants an ox head or ox hooves."
Zhang Chi handed the cow leg to Li Qiao and started to turn over the cart again, asking Li Qiao as he turned.
"No, my family can't do this."
Li Qiao put the cow legs in the back of his car. When he heard about cow heads and hooves, he waved his hands. No one in his family really made these things, although he knew that these things were also good things.
"Then I'll get you some more steaks and offal. They've been cleaned up and you can go home and wash them." Zhang Chi said and brought another handful of things over and put them directly in Li Qiao's back compartment.
"I'll take a look, you gave me too much," Li Qiao said.
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "Eat slowly. The weather is getting cooler now. You can store it in the refrigerator for a long time. Besides, the sour taste of beef stored for more than ten days will be better. And my beef is pure."
Grass-fed, no feed at all."
American beef and pork must be fed a certain amount of clenbuterol at fattening pastures so that the cattle and pigs can grow faster. This is legal in the United States and is a permitted ingredient.
Of course, rich people don't eat these beef. They can afford pure grass-fed beef, but what can ordinary people eat if they don't eat this?
"Then come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll ask your sister-in-law to cook you some hometown dishes, and we two will have a good drink." Li Qiao extended an invitation to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi said: "It really can't be done. I have something to do tonight. Let's talk about it next time."
"What do you have to do now? Isn't this the time when the pasture is free? You have also sold a batch of cattle," Li Qiao asked.
Zhang Chi gave him so much meat, which made Li Qiao feel a little sorry.
Zhang Chi said: "It's really not a shirk, but I made an agreement with my aunt and uncle today to go to their house tonight."
"Oh, what about tomorrow?" Li Qiao said.
"It really doesn't have to be like this. We all live nearby. We will have plenty of time in the future. When I finish my work here, you can also bring your sister-in-law and children over to play when you have time," Zhang Chi said.
Li Qiao nodded.
"Let's go in and have a drink."
Li Qiao extended an invitation to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi said quickly: "No need, I have to send something to the next family here. You'd better send these things home first, I have to leave."
After saying a few words to Li Qiao, Zhang Chi got into the car, said goodbye to Li Qiao and drove to Aunt Phil's farm.
I called to inform him on the way here, so Zhang Chi arrived at the gate of the farm. Aunt Phil was already waiting at home. In addition to Aunt Phil, Uncle Phil was also at home.
"You said you kid, you killed some cows at home and kept the meat for your own consumption. Why did you bring it to us?..."
Aunt Phil and Zhang Chi became polite.
Zhang Chi parked the car at the door of the house and began to move things from the car. The one he prepared for Aunt Phil's house was also a cow leg, still the front leg.
In addition to the front legs, there are also some offal, beef ribs and cut steaks.
After moving all the things into the house, Aunt Phil and his wife insisted on taking Zhang Chi to sit down and have something to drink.
"The price of cattle this year is not very good. Is your pasture okay?"
Aunt Phil was a seasoned person who knew all about the nearby pastures and farms. How could she not know the beef market this year? So as soon as Zhang Chi sat down, she asked with concern.
Zhang Chi replied: "My cattle are cheap, so I can still make money."
"The price of beef is now 2.4 yuan," Uncle Phil said from the side.
"I know, when I sold it it was still 2.5 yuan. In just a few days, it has dropped to 2.4 yuan. A cow costs dozens of dollars," Zhang Chi replied.
Ever since Zhang Chi sold the cattle, the price of live cattle has been going down. In just a few days, it has already reached two yuan and four. Don't underestimate the two cents. If you put it on a cow, that's three yuan.
Forty dollars per cow. If the number of cows increases, it will cause great harm to the ranchers.
"All sold?" Aunt Phil asked.
Zhang Chi shook his head: "No, I only sold a small batch, waiting to see if the price of cattle can rise again."
Aunt Phil said: "You said this is a big deal. The cattle sellers didn't make a profit. The prices were extremely low. The beef sellers over there didn't save any money. Not only did they not save money, but the price of beef in the supermarket was also very low."
The prices are rising steadily, and a pound of steak costs eight dollars..."
"The knife for slaughtering a cow is expensive," Uncle Phil said with a smile and humor.
Who knows who made the money, but no one can do anything about it. Fighting against a monopoly is really disappointing. Don't mention the anti-monopoly law. There are four companies that jointly control 80% of the entire market. They are not one company.
Control 80%. As for whether the operations are compliant or not, no one cares.
Don't look at some politicians who vow to say what they want to do before taking the stage, but as soon as they get on stage, they immediately regard their words as farts.
After drinking a cup of tea, Zhang Chi got up and said goodbye.
When Aunt Phil saw it, she said to Phil: "Don't just stand there stupidly and move the children's things into the car."
Uncle Phil smiled honestly, turned around and walked outside.
"Please don't bring me anything. I can't put anything in the refrigerator at home. It's all beef." Zhang Chi smiled and tried to refuse.
Aunt Phil said: "No need to put it in the refrigerator!"
After leaving the door, Zhang Chi saw Uncle Phil holding two plastic baskets and placing them in his back compartment.
When I stretched my head and took a look, I found that the two boxes were full of yellow chicks. I could tell at a glance that they were just hatched, and they were all quite energetic.
"I don't have anything to give you here. I just happened to have a batch of newly hatched chicks, so I'll give you some. Your place is big, so you can just raise these things freely. They are not American chicks, they are all our varieties.
Although it is not big, the meat tastes good, and you can eat it with confidence if you raise it yourself..."
Aunt Phil said naggingly.
"Thanks then." Zhang Chi didn't refuse when he heard it was a chick.
"There are still about twenty goslings. I won't give them to you as ducks. You don't have any ponds there, so it's not easy to feed them."
"That's enough, that's enough," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"Then I'm leaving, uncle, aunt, don't send me away," Zhang Chi said.
Just like that, the couple walked Zhang Chi to the door and watched Zhang Chi leave.
"This kid is really thoughtful."
Looking at Zhang Chi's disappearing pickup truck, Aunt Phil said.
"This kind of interaction between you Chinese people is really comfortable," Uncle Phil said with a smile.
There are certain times when Americans give something to each other, but among the Chinese people in Folsom House, it happens much more often. Everyone wants to share any good things they have, and there are so many of them.
Whatever vegetable seeds, whatever food I have, as long as they are fresh, I want to give them to my fellow villagers.
Phil feels that Chinese people are more humane, while Americans generally don't do this. They know the difference clearly, but it doesn't mean that they don't like this kind of intimacy between people.
"You don't have to say that." Aunt Phil rolled her eyes at her husband.
Zhang Chi left Aunt Fei's house, and his last stop was naturally his uncle's house.
At this time, the work in the restaurant was almost finished. Lunch time had passed and dinner time had not yet come. Zhang Youliang and Gu Ying were sitting in the restaurant casually watching TV.
"Uncle, aunt!"
Hearing Zhang Chi's shouts, the couple immediately went out.
"coming!"
"coming!"
Zhang Chi had already got out of the car at this time and put the big calf on his shoulder.
"Did you bring a whole leg of cow here?" Zhang Youliang was shocked.
"It's not a whole piece. It's not big. It's been divided." Zhang Chi carried the cow leg and went into the house.
"You kid!" The mother-in-law looked at her nephew carrying a leg of cow into the house, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
"Keep it for yourself, what are you going to do for us? What else can we lack in the restaurant business?" Zhang Youliang said to his nephew.
Zhang Chi said: "The cows I raise myself are safe without feeding them anything."
Zhang Youliang and Gu Ying thought it was just a leg of cow, so they followed it into the house. When they saw their nephew putting the leg of cow on the table, they were about to go out of the house.
"Don't leave, stay for dinner tonight," Gu Ying said.
"There are still things outside. I also brought you some unloaded steaks. In addition, there are cow heads and hooves. I'm not very good at making these things, and no one else wants them, so I'll send them to your house..." Zhang Chi
As he said this, the person had already arrived outside the house.
Zhang Youliang followed him outside, and when he stretched his head, he found that there were indeed many things in the carriage.
"You child, you gave us so much, you are almost gone," Zhang Youliang said.
Zhang Chi said: "Uncle, what are you thinking? I killed a cow, a whole cow. If it's just this little meat, I can't even cry in a good tone. Don't worry, my refrigerator is full now."
It’s beef”.
Gu Ying was both happy and felt that there were too many things in her heart. She was happy because her nephew was thinking about her and her husband. She felt that there were too many things because her children had given all the good things to her and her husband, and she would definitely not have much left.
Already.
"Take some back when you go back. We've taken the cow head and hooves. We also want some steaks. You can carry the cow legs back. How much can your uncle and I eat?"
"Winter is coming soon. This stuff can be stored for a long time. If you don't believe me, I keep a lot of it at home. I will take a photo for you when I go back later and you will know how much of this meat I have at home." Zhang Chi said with a smile.