While Zhang Chi was changing his boots, the shop owner asked: "Where can I buy the ranch?"
Zhang Chi said: "Near Amber Town".
The shop owner was a little curious after thinking about it, so he asked: "Is there a small ranch for sale over there during this period?"
"It's a small piece of the original Lion Ranch," Zhang Chi said.
"Oh, so that's where it is." The shopkeeper understood immediately, but then asked, "Are you from the foot of the mountain?"
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "Of course, I can't afford it anywhere else."
The shop owner smiled and said: "It's already great. You can buy your own ranch at this young age."
He owns a ranch in his twenties. No one can say that this kid Zhang Chi is not motivated.
Zhang Chi smiled after hearing this, put on his shoes and stood up. He stepped on the ground twice and felt that the shoes on his feet were quite suitable, so he was ready to pay.
"Would you like to buy some other things? I have bridles and saddles here..." the shopkeeper introduced.
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "I haven't bought my horse yet."
"Then it's even more important to buy one. Besides, there are a few people who still make saddles based on the horse's back. They are all machine-made saddles, and we no longer produce them. They are all handed over to those children's sweatshops in Chen Town. Americans have become lazy now.
That’s it…” the shopkeeper said.
Zhang Chi couldn't help but smile after hearing this, and he didn't refute it. Most Americans think that the goods they use from China are produced by factories employing child labor. This is the American media's propaganda to discredit the country.
It's just that they don't know that if you build a factory in Chen Town now, the cost of the factory land alone will scare a large number of Americans to death.
A one-square-meter house in the Special Administrative Region is almost comparable to that in New York. The children's factory over there? Isn't it funny?
However, Zhang Chi didn't want to explain, but some people were too stubborn and it was difficult to change their minds. If he wanted to change someone's inherent thinking, Zhang Chi firstly didn't have the time, and secondly, he didn't have the leisure.
Zhang Chi had tried it before, and his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he offended others.
"I'll buy it if it's not expensive. If it's too expensive, I can't afford it now," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"The price of machine-made saddles is the same everywhere you go. It can't be expensive," the shop owner said.
Zhang Chi thought, let’s take a look.
So the shop owner asked: "What kind of horse are you going to buy? Ranches usually have quarter horses, and there are also some pinto horses. My suggestion is that if you want to buy a horse, buy a quarter horse. It is suitable for ranch use, and don't buy the kind with a pedigree certificate."
, that thing is of no use other than cheating you out of two bucks. If you want to buy it, you can buy it from the ranch. If you want a cowboy from the ranch with a better blend, it’s usually only over four hundred dollars a horse. Don’t be an economic man. It’s the most unrealistic thing.
This is the group of people, all of them are vampires...".
Zhang Chi knew that the shop owner’s advice was quite reliable. There are many horse breeds in the United States. You can find almost all horse breeds in the world in the United States, but the horses that are truly suitable for ranching are quarters.
If you want to say second place, then I guess other horse breeds would be embarrassed to say that they are first.
There are generally only a few types of horses used in nearby pastures, such as quarter horses, American riding horses, pinto horses, and Morgan horses. The most important ones are the first two.
"Kuaite, I'm going to raise calves in the pasture," Zhang Chi said.
After hearing this, the shop owner directly chose a saddle for Zhang Chi.
"You can take it back and try it on. If it doesn't fit, you can exchange it, as long as it doesn't get damaged or have obvious scars," the shop owner said.
Zhang Chi looked at the saddle in his hand. It was made of brown leather and had a huge crown on the front bridge. This was the most obvious sign of a herding saddle, while the small crown of a usual riding saddle was just a decoration.
The saddles are very ordinary and there is nothing to choose from. As the shop owner said, they are all machine-made saddles with almost the same size and specifications.
The goods that come off the assembly line are just cheap. If you think about it, it won't be suitable.
As for handmade saddles, they are almost all customized. The price ranges from several thousand to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands. If you want to choose one, you must first ask how deep your pocket is.
Anyway, Zhang Chi is still reluctant to spend the money to customize this thing.
If you have a saddle, you need a sweat pad. If you have a sweat pad, do you need a bridle?
Originally, Zhang Chi came here to buy a pair of shoes, but ended up spending more than three hundred dollars in the store on miscellaneous items.
The shopkeeper accepted Zhang Chi's money with a smile, then turned around and picked up a hat from the hat rack nearby and handed it to Zhang Chi: "This is a gift!"
Zhang Chi glanced at the hat and did not dare to reach out to pick it up, because the color of the hat made him a little scared.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Chi smiled and pointed at his hat: "This color is not a good hat color in our culture."
The hat that the shopkeeper gave Zhang Chi as a gift was quite green. It was light green like a spring prairie, so vibrant and magnanimous.
Green is very bright and beautiful, this is the American view, but for us Chinese, this color is stuck on our heads, and some of us are not afraid of it.
After hearing Zhang Chi's explanation, the shopkeeper laughed so hard, apologized to Zhang Chi repeatedly, and then gave Zhang Chi a gray hat.
"I'm sorry, I don't know. Gray is no problem, right?" the shop owner said.
Zhang Chi took it with a smile and tried it on his head. He thought the hat was pretty good, so he nodded.
Cowboys generally have two types of hats when they work, one is the cowboy hat that is commonly seen in movies, and the other is the baseball cap that Zhang Chi wears now. The brim is longer than ordinary baseball caps, which can provide more coverage when working.
part of the sun's rays.
After taking the things out and throwing them into the back bucket, Zhang Chi drove the car to his uncle's house for a meal. After eating, he drove back to his ranch.
After arriving in Amber Town, Zhang Chi did not go back to the ranch directly, but went to a small bar in the town.
There is a small parking lot next to the small bar. There are no markings or signs, but you can tell at a glance that this place is a parking lot.
After stopping the car, Zhang Chi came to the door and gently pushed open the small door. The style of this bar has a sense of age. The small door is like two small short doors, with an empty top and an empty bottom, like in Western movies.
It’s common, but nowadays bars in the city generally don’t do this anymore.
I opened the door and walked in, and found that the bar was not very big, about seventy or eighty square meters, with a long L-shaped bar, several round tables, and a jukebox in the corner of the room.
The surrounding walls are all wood-colored, and there are some classic Western movie pictorials on the walls.
Behind the bar, there was a white woman about forty or fifty years old, cleaning a wine glass. When she saw Zhang Chi coming in, she asked, "What would you like to drink?"
The voice is very bland and lacks enthusiasm.
But this kind of bar is usually like this, with an expression that says you're welcome to come or not. The greetings like today are quite enthusiastic.
“a bottle of beer”
Zhang Chi said.
After saying that, Zhang Chi sat directly next to the bar, took the beer, and drank it slowly.
"I haven't seen you before".
The woman asked Zhang Chi.
"I just moved here and bought a small ranch here," Zhang Chi introduced himself.
As soon as she heard what Zhang Chi said, the woman knew who Zhang Chi was and which pasture he bought.
The reason is actually very simple. There is only one ranch for sale nearby in the past six months. Although it is divided into several pieces, the people who buy other ranches will not have the temperament of Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi can tell at a glance that he has no money. It’s not that the rich people here are very flamboyant, but even if the Lion Ranch is divided and sold, except for the piece Zhang Chi bought, the other prices
All between two and three million dollars.
And most of the people who spend so much money to come to the ranch at once do not make a living by running the ranch, but mostly use it for vacation or other purposes.
These people can make money in any way, but they don't live off the ranch.
But now Zhang Chi obviously can't smell the smell of a rich person.
It has to be said that people who work in bars have very vicious eyes.
"Kimberly"
The woman stretched out her hand towards Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi shook hands with the woman: "Zhang Chi!"
"What are you going to use your pasture to raise?" Kimberly saw that this man had settled down in the town and would be her guest from now on, so she started to find something to talk about.
"I'm going to raise cattle," Zhang Chi said.
"It's not easy to raise cattle now," Kimberly said.
What Kimberly means is that raising cattle has not been very profitable in recent years.
Zhang Chi also knows this. As ranches become more corporate, technological, and large-scale, small ranches will have less and less advantages in market competition.
Large ranches can raise tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of cattle at a time, so the average cost is naturally lower than that of small ranches. This is normal.
Small ranches also have countermeasures, which is to go for high-quality products and differentiation. In short, big things have big benefits, and small things have small ways to survive.
"Let's try it," Zhang Chi said.
After hearing what Zhang Chi said, Kimberly said nothing more.
Zhang Chi finally spoke: "Is there anyone nearby who has horses for sale? I want to buy a ranch horse, a quarter horse. No pedigree certificate is required. The only requirement is that it is not too old, about six or seven years old, and it needs to be trained."
OK".
Having lived in Folsom for more than ten years, Zhang Chi has a certain understanding of horses. Although his riding skills are not very good, he knows what kind of horse is suitable for his level.
If a young man chooses a horse, it must be one that is extremely handsome. Most people will choose a white horse because it is handsome.
But people who have some riding experience will choose a horse that suits their body shape, because if you ride a horse that is too tall, you may feel handsome at first, but after you climb on the horse a few times, especially for someone as tall as Zhang Chi, you will
You know how much effort it takes.
Moreover, Zhang Chi does not think that he has the ability to train a horse and train the horse well. If Zhang Chi trains a pony now, it is probably no different from seeking death.
This is no joke. Being thrown to death by a horse is not an isolated case. This kind of thing happens all the time. Zhang Chi doesn't want to risk his own life just because he wants to look cool.
"Then let me ask you."
In addition to drinking, the taverns in the town are also responsible for delivering messages, such as who wants to buy something, or if the quantity is too small, or if someone nearby must have it, it is usually here.
Leave a message.
The matter was settled, Zhang Chi decided to leave after drinking.
To be honest, Zhang Chi doesn't like bars very much. Firstly, he doesn't drink often, and secondly, this place is usually noisy.
Zhang Chi prefers a quieter place.
Just as he was about to put down the bottle and leave, the small door of the bar was pushed open again.
Zhang Chi heard the sound and subconsciously looked at the door.
What came in was a lean old cowboy in his fifties or sixties, wearing a gray cowboy hat. The hat was quite old and the front brim was a little worn.
The old cowboy's face is very thin, and the most outstanding thing about his face is his thick mustache. His eyes are very sharp, his expression is very serious, and there is no smile on his whole face.
He was wearing a gray plaid thick shirt, a dark brown vest over the thick shirt, jeans that were almost fading after washing, and a pair of light brown semi-high riding boots on his feet.
The old cowboy glanced at Zhang Chi, came to the bar, took off his hat and put it on the bar. After sitting firmly, he crossed his hands, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the bar, as if there was something good here.