The weather was very cold, and the hot cow dung became hard soon after it fell to the ground. Anyway, Zhang Chi did not reach out to test how hard the cow dung would be when frozen.
It's so disgusting. If he tried this, Zhang Chi would probably have to wear gloves during lunch.
Regardless of whether it is hard or not, it does not seem to have much impact on the two beetles. The two things have now flipped back and forth three times.
I saw two little things balling up the cut cow dung into a ball. Then they stood upside down, that is, with their heads down and their butts up. They used their calves to kick the dung ball away. The speed was not slow.
After a few flips, it was pushed out about ten centimeters.
Cannon smiled as he watched.
Zhang Chi looked at him seriously.
The two men just squatted next to the cow dung, looking at Shitakro who was slowly walking away.
After a while, a few more dung beetles came over.
I originally thought that the two groups of dung beetles could speed up the conversion of cow dung into dung balls, but who knew that instead of making dung balls, these two groups of dung beetles actually got into a group fight.
"This is the first time in my life that I have seen people fighting over eating shit."
Zhang Chi said while looking at the two groups of dung beetles pushed into a ball.
Cannon burst out laughing: "That's how nature is. We think shit smells, but little things like them must think it smells good."
"I heard that after the smell of feces is diluted many times, it becomes the aroma. Do you think it is our noses that deceive us?" Zhang Chi said.
"Try a sip?" Cannon teased.
"Come here and tell me when you're done trying it?" Zhang Chi said.
"Forget it, I won't try." Cannon laughed.
Cannon reached out and picked up a small branch nearby, separated the two beetles that were pushing each other, and threw one to the east of the cow dung and the other to the west of the cow dung.
Now the two beetles stopped fighting and happily continued to push dung balls together.
Following this, the two groups of beetles were all separated, and there was no dispute between the two sides, so everyone carried their own delicacies across the cow dung mountain.
At this time, Zhang Chi could actually feel the happiness of Shi Ke Lang - looking around, there were mountains of delicious food!
He probably felt like he was looking at a pasture filled with cows and sheep.
Bah! Bah!
Zhang Chi drove this thought out of his head, because it was too disgusting, and it might have a negative impact on eating beef in the future.
"Stop watching!"
Zhang Chi stood up.
Cannon also stood up: "BOSS, you go back. After these cows have finished eating, I will cover this area with snow again."
Zhang Chi looked at the grassy land in front of him and said, "This is a lot of work. Let me and you do it together."
Cannon looked at it and nodded. Although the land pushed by hundreds of cows is essentially a series of snow ditches, if one person pushes behind them, they will not be able to do any work at the end of the day. Two people
This work seems a bit strenuous.
Thinking of this, Cannon looked at Zhang Chi. He felt that his boss might not be able to do this job. Bosses are usually delicate.
"If it's appropriate, let's hire a temporary cowboy," Cannon said.
"We'll see in two days. If it doesn't work, we'll hire a temporary worker." Zhang Chi did not think about whether he could do the job, but whether it was cost-effective to hire a temporary worker.
Although Zhang Chi now has a little money in his pocket, he can't spend it like this, right?
Cannon nodded.
The two rode back to the house, drank some hot coffee to warm themselves up, and then came to the cows again. They held brooms and began to wheel.
An hour later, Zhang Chi felt that his back was sore and it was difficult to stand up straight. He pulled the broom and looked at Cannon, who was still working.
"Alas, this man only has unbearable blessings and no unbearable hardships."
It has only been a year, but I have begun to feel tired from work. I used to deliver takeaways as soon as I opened my eyes and worked until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. I didn't feel hard at all. Now I have only been working on the broom for an hour.
I feel like I can't straighten my back.
"BOSS, why don't you go back and take a rest while I work here first?" Cannon said, looking at Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi waved his hand: "I can still do it."
After shouting to himself a few times to cheer up, Zhang Chi continued to turn the broom and start working.
The ox went in front to cover the snow path, and the two of them followed behind to cover the snow. They were busy all day long.
At night, when Zhang Chi returned to the house, he couldn't even lift his arms, let alone his waist.
Cannon was also very tired.
Early the next morning, Zhang Chi's arms felt as if they no longer belonged to him, and they were shaking even when holding the tea cup.
Kan Min finally recovered.
"BOSS, why don't you hire someone or buy a snowplow?"
After watching BOSS drink water from a cup, take a sip himself, and the table also take a sip, Cannon made another suggestion to Zhang Chi.
snowplow?!
Zhang Chi was a little confused. He naturally knew which company here could lack a snow plow.
"Yes, I thought about it yesterday. We only need to modify the snowplows currently on the market so that they can be used." Cannon dipped his finger in the water on the table and started drawing with Zhang Chi.
Cannon's drawing skills are not high, but Zhang Chi can still see that the modification Cannon said is very simple. The original snow plow's front axle is in a straight line, which is almost coaxial, but
Cannon's plan was to deviate the two axes at an angle and tilt them upward from both sides, so that the snow on both sides would be sent to the middle under the driving force of the snow plow.
"Let's try buying a snowplow first." Zhang Chi thought Cannon's idea was a good one.
Now that you have thought about it, after Zhang Chi finished eating, you drove to the city. When you got to the city, you took a look at the machine. You felt that this thing was too expensive. You called Xiao Ma and asked him if he had it there, but this
Brother Xiaoma is not so magical anymore. He doesn't have this thing at all, because there is almost no snow there, so there is no need to use such a machine.
But Xiao Ma said that he could make an order. If Zhang Chi wanted it, he would order it from China, but he would have to wait three or four months.
How could Zhang Chi wait for so long? After thinking about it, I might as well buy it here.
So Zhang Chi went back and gritted his teeth and spent more than a thousand dollars to buy a simple single-cylinder snowplow.
After buying the machine, I went to my uncle and my mother-in-law's house for a walk, had lunch, and then Zhang Chi took the machine back home.
When the machine came back, Zhang Chi and Cannon began to modify the snowplow. Now this one can no longer be called a snowplow, but can only be called a snow collector.
After the modification, Zhang Chi and Cannon drove the car into the snow and gave it a try.
It turned out that the effect was not very good. There was always a gap between imagination and reality, but it was not considered a failure, so the two pulled the machine back and continued to adjust.
I went back and forth like this for two or three days, and the machine started to look better and better.
Before the snow gatherer was adjusted to perfection, something went wrong. The diesel engine on the snow gatherer broke the cylinder. Zhang Chi had to take the snow gatherer to the sales company for repair.
Fortunately, the sales company here did not refuse the warranty because Zhang Chi modified the machine, because Zhang Chi did not touch the diesel engine. In addition, they also got a machine of the same model for Zhang Chi and let Zhang Chi use it first.
Leave the snow machine at the sales company.
After returning home, Zhang Chi answered the phone and started cursing.
After hearing this, Cannon said: "That's the case. In my opinion, this is still good. Waiting for two weeks is normal."
"It takes two weeks to repair a machine?" Zhang Chi was furious.
"Two weeks is still a short amount of time. I estimate that there will probably be a delay after two weeks," Cannon said with a grimace.
Zhang Chi was already cursing in his heart at this moment: Who the hell said that the things produced by Americans are durable? This is like the lawn stacker that Brother Ma sold to himself. So far, there is no problem at all.
It only took a few days for something to go wrong.
Zhang Chi mistakenly blamed the machine company, because this diesel engine was not made in the United States, but came from Southeast Asia, but it had an American brand, commonly known as OEM.
If this thing were made in the United States, the price would be more than one or two thousand dollars. Most small machines like this are imported from OEM. The cost of producing this thing in the United States is too high. No matter how good the quality is, no one will buy it at the price.
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There's nothing you can do about it. It doesn't solve the problem. It's just a mouthful.
Seeing that BOSS was furious, Cannon tried to persuade him, and then said: "BOSS, are you ready for hunting at night?"
This topic suddenly diverted Zhang Chi's attention. He nodded and said, "I'm almost ready."
After speaking, he started counting on his fingers: "Cold-proof sleeping bag, goggles and jacket, gun, bullets...all are ready and packed long ago."
Cannon listened and asked: "Where is the food?"
"food?"
Zhang Chi blinked: "Do you need to bring food for hunting?"
Cannon said with a smile: "You went to hunt coyotes. It's not really a mistake. Are you still planning to eat coyote meat?"
"Isn't it okay?"
Zhang Chi found it strange. In Zhang Chi's opinion, coyotes and dogs are similar. If a coyote is killed, can't he eat its meat?
Zhang Chi forgot that Americans do not eat dog meat, and they are even less interested in coyotes. Although coyotes have the characteristics of domestic dogs, they are still wild wolves in essence. They generally hunt and scavenge equally.
Half of it, so the meat is not very tasty and the texture is very bad.
Of course, the main reason here is that Americans don't know how to cook it. If there is a Chinese cook, the firewood will be neither firewood nor fishy, and after a few handfuls of ingredients are put in, only the aroma will remain.
"No one eats coyote meat. It doesn't taste good, so you must bring something to eat. Generally speaking, they bring some military food."
Cannon told his boss what kind of food most ranchers would bring for such activities.
When Zhang Chi heard about eating military picnic food, his face immediately wrinkled.
He had eaten this before. How can I describe it? When he opened the bag, it tasted like watery shit. When he put it in his mouth, it smelled like watery shit. It was heavy in salt and oil. I couldn’t describe how it felt.
As an entry-level Chinese cook, Zhang Chi would not eat such a thing until he was about to starve to death.