pasture leisure

Chapter 287 Ways
Zhang Chi straightened his body and glanced at the jar. Seeing that Lao Xu had brought the jar in front of him, before he got close, a smell of wine came to his nose.

"Wine?" Zhang Chi said.

Lao Xu nodded, and carefully put it on the side. After putting it away, he deliberately moved it, as if he was afraid that something would bump into it.

"What's there to show off with wine?" Zhang Chi glanced at Lao Xu, feeling that the old boy was getting more and more worthless, so he gave away a jar of loose liquor, as if he was precious.

"This wine is not ordinary wine. I brewed it myself. I thought there wouldn't be much left. Who knows that there are still some after going home and looking through the cellar. Today is really lucky!"

Old Xu muttered.

Zhang Chi couldn't understand, so he saw a jar of loose baijiu. He guessed that any of the wines collected at home would be better than this wine.

Lao Xu talked for a while, and when he saw Zhang Chi's expression of indifference, he understood, so he explained to Zhang Chi: "You don't think my wine is very good?"

"Be more confident, remove these three words you think, your wine is not very good," Zhang Chi said.

After sniffing the wine just now, Zhang Chi felt that this was the level of Xiaochang Sanbai, at most it was the craftsmanship of pure grain brewing, and there was probably nothing else left.

"I brewed it myself," said Old Xu.

After Zhang Chi heard this, he immediately said: "Okay, let's go down another level. I thought it was from a small winery, but now I heard that it was made by you. The grade of this wine has dropped again."

Zhang Chi is not superstitious about the quality of self-brewed wine. If all of them have the level of the winery, don't you take the winery too seriously?

As soon as Lao Xu was unhappy, he went into the room and took a small bowl, squatted next to the small glass jar, lifted the lid, poured it out from inside, and sent it to Zhang Chi in front of the small bowl.

"Come and try!"

Zhang Chi immediately turned his head to the side when he heard this, let alone drinking this wine, it smelled very spicy, very strong, not much different from the wine in Zhang Chi's old hometown small winery.

"Forget it, good wine, good wine! You made me a bowl of wine just after dinner, am I a drunkard?" Zhang Chi shook his head repeatedly.

Old Xu said: "You can feel the difference between my wine and other wines if you drink a little and feel it."

Lao Xu was very serious, Zhang Chi wanted to refuse, but seeing Lao Xu's small eyes open and looking at him sincerely, he was a little bit reluctant.

So Zhang Chi took the wine bowl and dipped it lightly.

It’s okay if you don’t stick it, but you will be so hot after sticking it, haha.

"I'll go, how much is it?" Zhang Chi immediately spit out the wine in his mouth, and still felt a little numb on the tip of his tongue.

After taking a sip of tea into his mouth and rinsing it out, Zhang Chi looked at Lao Xu and asked, "Is it alcohol for me?"

Old Xu said with a smile: "The alcohol of the fart is just wine, and the degree is not high, it looks like fifty-seven or eight degrees."

"Isn't that high?" Zhang Chi looked at Lao Xu: "You might as well just drink alcohol."

"I rarely drink it. This is the base wine used to make medicinal wine. Do you think the taste is a little different from ordinary wine?" Old Xu asked.

Zhang Chi said: "Of course it's different when it's so spicy."

"What do you know, this wine is only spicy, aftertaste, does it have some other flavors, let me tell you, this wine is not easy to make, it is a method passed down from our family, passed on from male to female, passed on from male to female. The son does not pass on to the daughter-in-law..." Old Xu said proudly.

Zhang Chi laughed and said: "I always feel that you are fooling me. Now anyone who says this in front of me sounds like a liar."

Old Xu rolled his eyes in choking.

"Good intentions are like a donkey's liver and lungs. Let me tell you this. If we didn't get along well, I wouldn't bring you this jar of wine. Okay, don't talk about it, let's go get velvet."

Speaking of this, Lao Xu stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Chi's arm, motioning him to get up and go saw the antler with him.

Zhang Chi stood up from the sofa, and followed Lao Xu on a quad bike to the wild deer.

When we arrived at the place where the wild deer often stayed, several big bucks were still grazing stupidly with their heads down.

Even if Zhang Chi and Lao Xu were almost ten meters away from them, these guys still raised their heads, chewing the grass, while looking at them leisurely, as if these two big living people didn't exist.

"What's going on?" Old Xu asked.

Zhang Chi replied strangely: "You ask me what to do?"

Only then did Lao Xu remember, and then smiled at Zhang Chi and said, "I forgot!"

As he spoke, he drove the motorcycle away from several bucks, and stopped after a distance of about thirty meters.

After getting out of the car, Lao Xu took out the gun case from the rear bucket of the four-wheel motorcycle. After opening it, the gun case contained a veterinary anesthesia gun.

It was strange for Zhang Chi to see this gun, because this gun is really exciting. Zhang Chi has seen ordinary guns with anesthesia needles. Let’s put it this way, of all the anesthesia guns he has seen, none of them are as old as the old one. It looks good in Xu's hand.

Generally speaking, good-looking things are expensive, and Lao Xu's gun has patterns on the body, which shows that the value of this gun will definitely not be low.

"I'll go, it's very professional, you don't usually hunt less game, right?" Zhang Chi said casually.

As soon as Old Xu heard this, he immediately denied it: "What are you talking about, I hardly eat any wild game. If I want to eat, it is hare, wild deer, etc. I don't touch anything else. I am a legal and trustworthy... ".

Old Xu would never admit that he had eaten anything, unless he was caught on the spot, Old Xu would rather not admit it.

"Okay, okay, I don't check your household registration, I don't care if you eat or not." Zhang Chi was a little speechless, and immediately interrupted the old boy's long speech.

At this moment, Old Xu was ready, and an assembled anesthesia gun was in Old Xu's hand.

Opening another small box in the box, Lao Xu took out a long anesthetic needle from it, put it in the gun, and aimed at the buck not far away.

"Which one to hit first?" Old Xu said.

Zhang Chi said: "You don't need to ask me about this, if you have the ability to put everything down, then I will admire you."

Old Xu didn't speak, he held his gun and was looking for a target.

What Zhang Chi said about which one to shoot first was just a joke, now he only needs the antler of one deer.

It's not that Lao Xu's wine is not enough, there are still a few jars of wine, but Lao Xu is afraid that Zhang Chi's velvet antler will spoil his wine.

Old Xu Gang also said that he was out of wine, but in fact, Old Xu lied back.

As an adult, you have to talk about it every now and then.

It's not that Lao Xu is dishonest. Lao Xu wants to say that I have wine, but I'm afraid that your velvet antler is not good enough and it will spoil my wine.If you want to say this, you have to be short-sighted?
Lao Xu felt that the antlers of these wild deer from Zhang Chi's family were good, but if they were really good, he had to brew wine to see how they worked before judging.

So Lao Xu was going to beat one head, and he happened to get two horns, one from Zhang Chi's jar, and one from his own jar, so that the two horns of one deer would be divided.

If it's not good, then I won't use the antlers of these deer in the future. If it's good, I will come to Zhang Chi's ranch every year to pick velvet.

Old Xu was aiming here, ready to pull the trigger, when suddenly the phone rang, and Old Xu almost slipped his hand.

"I say……".

Old Xu was a little annoyed.

At this time, Zhang Chi had already taken out his mobile phone, and instead of looking at Lao Xu, he stared at the mobile phone.

Zhang Chi knew the person who called, but he felt that he didn't have much contact with this person, and he might meet this once in his life, so he didn't expect to call.

I still remember that at the end of last year, when a car got stuck in a ditch near the town, Zhang Chi invited four people to come to his ranch to deal with it overnight, and Yan Zhou was the one who called.

"Hi, hello, I'm Zhang Chi," Zhang Chi said.

Yan Zhou's voice reached Zhang Chi's ears on the phone: "Mr. Zhang, I'm Yan Zhou, one of the few people who sheltered from the snow in your ranch last year...".

Yan Zhou guessed that Zhang Chi might have forgotten himself, so he started introducing him.

Zhang Chi smiled and said, "I remember, you don't need to introduce."

Yan Zhou laughed when he heard this: "Mr. Zhang, I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

"What is convenient? Is it talking? It's very convenient to talk." Zhang Chi didn't understand for a while.

Yan Zhou said: "I don't mean this, I mean whether your ranch is convenient or not. If it is convenient, can you welcome my guests?"

Zhang Chi was very surprised when he heard this, and opened his mouth and said: "I said Mr. Yan, have you made a mistake? My ranch is a cattle ranch, not a tourist ranch? I don't have a business license, so I can't receive tourist groups.

If I received you, the fee you gave would not be enough to pay their fine."

Zhang Chi and Yan Zhou explained.

In fact, Yan Zhou also knows, but his idea is that if you can't find out, you will make the money. As long as everyone doesn't tell, who will know that your ranch has received someone.

If you check it, you can say that this is a relative of my family, or something like that.

Wouldn't it be normal if you want to make money and take a wild road?

But Yan Zhou didn't know that if Zhang Chi did this, he might escape the sanction, but why would Zhang Chi take such a risk?If this thing is found out, it's not just a fine, it may affect your personal integrity.

Although the integrity of Europeans and Americans is limited, but not limited to confiscating the legal property of citizens of hostile countries, this thing is really useful in normal times.

"I'm sorry, I really can't help with this matter. You should find another qualified ranch. My ranch really doesn't have the qualifications," Zhang Chi said.

When Yan Zhou heard that Zhang Chi was really not interested, he couldn't even report a number, so he had to give up.

Put down the phone.

Old Xu asked: "This guy brought his own way of doing things here."

Old Xu understood clearly, so he naturally wanted to say a few words.

(End of this chapter)