pasture leisure

Chapter 463 busy
When Zhang Chi returned to the simple camp, he found that there was no one around him. When he got to the edge of the cliff and looked down, he found that his sister and brother-in-law, grandfather and father slipped down again at some point. I watched others train horses.

Zhang Chi was not interested in this. He lit the fire, set up the pot, added a pot of water to the pot, and started to boil the water.

After waiting for the water to boil, I squeezed some tea leaves and put them into the teapot, poured the water in, covered the lid and grabbed the teapot and came to the edge of the cliff, looking at the flat plain in front of me.

If you want to travel far and wide, go to a higher level!Now Zhang Chi doesn't even need to go upstairs, and he gets a thousand miles of beautiful scenery.

There is an endless undulating plain in front of you. On the plain, apart from the green grass, there are some gravel wastelands, and two or three small rivers flow gently. Groups of wild animals swim near the small rivers, eating grass. Looking around step by step, the carnivorous one lowered his head, as if he was particularly afraid of his whereabouts being exposed.

"one comes?"

While Zhang Chi was admiring the beautiful scenery, the voice of an old cowboy came from beside him.

Zhang Chi turned his head and found that at some point, the old cowboy who cooperated with him just now came to him, and at the moment he was holding a cigar with a smile, signaling that he couldn't help smoking.

He waved his hand lightly: "No, thank you."

Zhang Chi used to smoke a little bit, but he was not addicted. Whether it was cigarettes or cigars, he just joined in the fun and didn't breathe it into his lungs, just for fun.

After marrying Melika, Zhang Chi never smoked again, because Melika didn't like the smell of cigarettes in the house very much, so Zhang Chi stopped smoking.What's more, this thing not only hurts oneself but also hurts others. It is said that second-hand smoke is more harmful than first-hand smoke. Regardless of whether this is true or not, Zhang Chi thinks it is better not to smoke.

The old cowboy smiled when he heard this, took out the cigar tongs, clamped the cigar, put it in his mouth, came to Zhang Chisheng's fire, picked up a piece of firewood, and lit the cigar on the firewood. .

Zhang Chi also returned to the fire at this time, got a cup for the old cowboy, put some tea in it, rolled it in hot water, and put it next to the old cowboy.

"Thank you, what won't be given to me is the tea that Lao drank last time, right?"

The old cowboy joked.

Lao is Zhang Chi's good neighbor Lao Liu. Lao is pronounced in Hong Kong style, but Li is actually Liu. People in the town generally use Lao instead of Lao Liu. As for Zhang Chi's George, it is actually similar.

The story of asking Lao to drink tea has spread in the town, but no one has talked to Zhang Chi, and everyone can understand that anyone who is cheated of hundreds of thousands of dollars at once, let alone feed you some rotten tea, even It is to give you a shot, and many people think it is not impossible.

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "You also know about this?"

The old cowboy said with a smile: "How could I not know, Lao has been talking about it for several days."

"He should be lucky," Zhang Chi said indifferently.

The old cowboy laughed twice, didn't say anything, but squinted his eyes and tasted the cigar in his hand happily.After two inhalations, he picked up the cup next to him and carefully took a sip of tea into his mouth.

"This tea is very special and very fragrant." When the old cowboy took the tea into his mouth, he felt a strange fragrance from his mouth to his stomach, and he was instantly conquered by the fragrance.

"Well, I just like the unique aroma of this tea," Zhang Chi said.

The old cowboy said, "Is this Biluochun?"

Zhang Chi was a little surprised, and asked with a smile: "Do you still know Biluochun?"

"I've also heard from others. Apart from Biluochun, I also know about dragons and Yuhua. I don't know anything else. Now I have a box of tea at home, which is Longjing. A Chinese friend gave it to me..." said the old cowboy.

Hearing the old cowboy tell his own story, Zhang Chi didn't have the nerve to tell the old cowboy that his so-called Longjing is probably a fake.

The old cowboy said that the friend who gave it to him told him that it was Mingqian Longjing, also called Nvnvhong, and gave him a whole two catties, and it was two catties per can.

With this posture, Zhang Chi knew that this thing must be fake.

The most expensive Longjing is the Yuqianba of West Lake Longjing Village. Zhang Chi has never seen what this tea looks like. He just listened to others casually. He heard that it is only a few taels a year. A rank is not something that people like Zhang Chi can enjoy.

Next is Mingqian Longjing, which can easily cost tens of thousands.

Unless the friend of the old cowboy really has money and has no place to throw it away, he will just give an old cowboy something worth tens of thousands of dollars.

"Oh"

Zhang Chi let out an oh.

"Your tea tastes different from mine, so I know it's Biluochun."

Zhang Chi scratched his forehead after hearing this. He really didn't understand the brain circuit of the old cowboy. The tea was either Mingqian Longjing or Biluochun, and the turning relationship before and after was too ridiculous.

But Zhang Chi didn't get into this matter with him. If he talked about Chinese tea with a foreigner, wouldn't he be able to finish talking in a day or two?What's more, Zhang Chi is also a half-toned product, so how does he know what tea is.

The tea I'm drinking now was delivered by someone from Yan Zhou.

While sipping tea, Zhang Chi listened to the old cowboy telling stories.

Zhang Chi likes to listen to stories, especially other people's stories. The old cowboy told about his Chinese friends, how they met and played together.

It's interesting, but it's not a rare thing. It's just that when the old cowboy was young, it might count up to 30 or [-] years. At that time, China was indeed very poor, and I guess everyone didn't see anything When a foreigner catches one suddenly, he immediately becomes like-minded.

It is estimated that the old cowboy did not expect that the Chinese people he just met would be so enthusiastic, and even a tourist like him was a little surprised by the hospitality of the Chinese people.

The old cowboy was talking lively, and when Zhang Chi was listening interestingly, suddenly someone called the old cowboy's name.

Zhang Chi also stood up at this time, because the old cowboy said that he was ready to work, so Zhang Chi naturally had to go to work with him.

Re-riding the horse, came to the bottom, Zhang Chi was with the original teammates, and everyone ran towards the group of horses that had gathered together again.

Once again, the horses were divided and the horses were tied up. After a set of procedures, nearly ten minutes passed, and then the horses were brought back to the camp, and it was almost noon.

At noon, everyone cooks their own meals. There is a cowboy at Miller's side who is in charge of cooking. The meal is quite simple, beef with baby potatoes, some chickpeas, and some fried onion rings.

Zhang Chi naturally cooks it himself. He cooks pan-fried mutton with bean sprouts or something, and bakes some hard buns next to it. Waiting for the mutton to be fried, cut it into mahjong-sized pieces and serve it with Serve some vegetarian dishes such as bean sprouts, this is a simple Roujiamo.

It must be dry to eat like this, so Zhang Chi prepared another pot of seaweed egg drop soup.

As a result, when it was done, Zhang Chi looked over there, and found that it was actually bread with meat, which was almost the same as his own.

"George, how about a change?"

A cowboy took his simple hot dog and approached Zhang Chi, wanting to exchange his non-brand hot dog for Zhang Chi's steamed bun.

After hearing this, Zhang Chi handed over the bun in his hand.

Who knew that this guy not only changed buns, but also made a cup of seaweed egg drop soup in the end.

The rest of the people saw that Zhang Chi had changed, so they took their own things and exchanged them with others. Zhang Juan and the others also felt that it was new. She had never eaten anything made by Americans when she came to the United States, so she was also happy. Exchange food with others.

Zhang Chi took a bite of the hot dog and found that there was cheese in the bread. This cheese had a slightly sour taste and a little pungent taste, but it was very appetizing. It was served with smoked beef slices, plus A few leaves of lettuce are not unpalatable.

The main reason is that the meat is really real. It is about one and a half palms long and one palm wide. The upper and lower slices do not hold the meat. One long strip of meat is seven thin and three fat.

It's just that you can't eat too much of this thing, because it is greasy, and the large pieces of meat have been smoked. If you want to make it delicious, the requirements for the heat are extremely high.

Obviously, the cowboy chef of Miller is not of such a level. When he started eating, it was naturally fragrant. Because of the presence of fat, the meat has oily natural fragrance, but as he eats more and more, the fragrance becomes greasy. I can't eat anymore.

If there is no special cheese and vegetables, Zhang Chi probably won't be able to eat half of it.

Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping ate with gusto.

While eating, Zhang Juan also said to Zhang Chi: "Look at how good their meat is roasted, it's much better than yours."

Listening to his sister's evaluation, Zhang Chi was a little puzzled, because he was better than himself in terms of barbecue skills?What kind of stomach does it have to say that.

"It's delicious? Then I have half of it here, or should I leave it to you?" Zhang Chi said.

Zhang Juan immediately waved her hands when she heard it: "I am so big that I worry about it."

As she said that, Zhang Juan hiccupped.

Zhang Chi understood that his sister could hardly eat anymore.

In the end, not only Zhang Juan didn't eat it, but Sun Yanping didn't eat it either. The leftovers of the two of them and Zhang Chi's leftovers were fed to the dogs in the camp. One of them was the iron-clad gold that Zhang Chi gave to Miller—— Barry.

It was Zhang Chi's grandfather Zhang Jiaren and father Zhang Youpeng who ate up his share.After finishing eating, he poured a pot of strong tea, from which Zhang Chi deduced that the two of them were also afraid of waste and stuffed it into their stomachs, otherwise how could they eat it.

After lunch, everyone took a break and worked in a leisurely manner. This kind of work is the most pleasant way.

Zhang Chi let his grandfather and father into the tent to take a nap for a while, while he sat by the fire drinking tea while kang two or three yams he had brought.

It was impossible for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping to sleep. The two of them got together and patted each other. They were very busy. They were the busiest in the entire camp.

Indeed, for Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping, what he sees, hears, and even imagines is completely different from his life in the past few decades. They have never seen such a scene in their lives. Everything is fresh, everything is interesting, and you can't finish watching it, and you can't see it all.

(End of this chapter)