pasture leisure

Chapter 466
Back at the camp, Zhang Chi tidied up Chiyanshan, removed the saddle sweat pad, left only a bridle and added a long side rein to tie it to the tree, and gave Chiyanshan I got some fodder, of course, the mountains are green now, and there are too many things for the horses to eat, so Zhang Chi doesn't need to worry about it.

When he got to his tent, Zhang Chi realized that his sister and his wife were sitting on the edge of the cliff, side by side, motionless.

Zhang Chi glanced at his father who was busy by the fire, and his grandfather asked, "What's the matter with them? What kind of shape are they in at this time?"

After hearing what his son said, Zhang Youpeng said with a smile: "Look at the sunset. The sunset here is really beautiful. We watched it for a long time and didn't boil the water until we saw you come back."

After Zhang Chi heard this, he looked up at the sun hanging down on the hill to the west.

Indeed, the sunset at this moment is beautiful, but Zhang Chi is not in the mood to appreciate it. He came back for a run in the afternoon and rode on horseback for almost two or three hours, which made Zhang Chi a little tired. He hadn’t exercised so vigorously for a long time. , All of a sudden, my waist and back are still sore.

"Is the water boiling?" Zhang Chi found his teapot, opened the lid and looked at the tea leaves inside. He felt that the tea leaves could not be kept, so he added a little water to the pot, closed the lid and shook it, and walked aside. Pour out the tea.

Looking at the empty pot, he found that there was still a piece of tea sticking to the side of the pot. He stretched out his hand and picked out the small piece of tea, and bounced it to the ground before turning back to the side of the fire.

He opened the tea pot, put two spoonfuls of tea into the pot with his small tea spoon, covered the pot, and waited for the water to boil.

"Oh, the scenery here is so beautiful, much more beautiful than our hometown."

At this moment, the voice of brother-in-law Sun Yanping came from behind Zhang Chi.

Zhang Juan said: "Our hometown is a small county, there is such a big piece of land like this one, look at it, we can't see any living places around here, if it were in our place, these places would have been reclaimed long ago. out of the farmland."

"Yes, the area is about the same size as ours, but the arable area is several times that of ours. Look at this place, it is truly the place of choice," Sun Yanping said.

Zhang Chi wanted to laugh when he heard this. Now his sister and brother-in-law are still immersed in the fantasy of America.

But this is also normal. You have never lived in one place, and you have not really experienced how life is lived there. When you look at a problem with your imagination, it is always easy to bring your own emotions into it.

Some people say that the United States is good, and some people say whether the United States is good or not. Whether the United States is good or not is actually a subjective question. If you have money, then it is naturally good. A big house is good for education. Whoever scolds whoever, the officials here are not as tough as the rich.

If you have no money, huh, huh, there are zombie-like DU infiltrators on the side of the road, maybe you will be one of them in the future.

"Since you like it so much, why don't you guys stay?"

Zhang Chi said to his sister and brother-in-law: "Stay here and release the horse for me, and Cannon will take care of you at that time."

Zhang Juan said: "You think beautifully, we live freely at home, why should we come here to suffer from you?"

"Look, you said that life is easy, but now you don't want to live here, what do you want to do?" Zhang Chi confronted his sister with a smile.

Zhang Juan said: "No matter how good the place is, it's someone else's. Your brother-in-law and I don't have the skills like you. We are small farmers, and we don't have much to pursue. We also know that the life of luxury and luxury is not ours. It’s okay, so, your brother-in-law goes to work honestly, and I’ll be my teacher honestly.”

"It's pretty good. Everyone just lives their lives well. What do you have to do with so many demands in life? It's so tiring." Zhang Jiaren nodded to his granddaughter with satisfaction at this time, expressing his own truth.

Zhang Chi took the opportunity to say, "Why don't you stay, grandpa and dad, at least until the child is born."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiaren immediately shook his head as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks by an awl, and said, "No, no, I'll wait until the middle of August. It's not a big deal that there is no one at home for a long time. Waiting for the child to be born is almost a matter of time." It’s the Spring Festival, and we’ll come back when the time comes.”

Zhang Juan said with a smile: "Master, you just have to stay for a while longer. Your round-trip air tickets are quite expensive, and you can't save these air tickets even if you farm for a year."

"Next time you don't need such an expensive ticket." Zhang Jiaren felt distressed when he thought of the ticket price, but he still wanted to go back to his hometown.

Although this is said to be the grandson's home, that is, his home, the old man has never felt like home. The grandson's house is very good, and it is considered luxurious in his eyes, but he just can't regard it as his own home, no Speaking of other things, now the old man misses his own nest a little bit.

Zhang Chi really sees it, and understands that the elderly are nostalgic. In fact, you insist on pulling them to live here. It is not impossible, but the elderly will not be happy, and it is difficult to leave their homeland.Instead of this, it is better to let them go back and live happily in their hometown.

"Okay, then you come back during the Spring Festival, the child is too young to go back to see you," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Hearing about the little great-granddaughter who hadn't met yet, Zhang Jiaren's face was glowing, and he smiled with eyes: "That's for sure. Let's come here, the child must be very beautiful."

"As long as you don't look like Da Chi, you have to look more like Xiaomei, and the girl's family looks like Da Chi, how can you get married in the future?" Zhang Youpeng continued.

Zhang Chi was unhappy when he heard this, and opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong with looking like me?"

"Don't be like you anymore, the ugly character will cry when I see you." Zhang Juan looked at her brother carefully, and imagined in her mind that her brother's face was placed on a girl, and suddenly felt that the hairs on the back of her head were exploding. opened.

Immediately shaking his head, he threw out this terrible thought.

"I really can't be like you, like you are finished."

"..." Zhang Chi was speechless.

"Can my daughter be like me? She's finished if she doesn't look like me." Zhang Chi was a little unconvinced.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and before they knew it, it was getting dark.

As the sun went down, the fires in the camp looked brighter.

As soon as it got dark, everyone naturally started cooking, and prepared to go back to the tent to sleep after eating.

Miller's is still the same, but instead of a simple hot dog at night, it's fried steak, with onions and potatoes as the side dish, plus a green salad.

Zhang Chi’s house is still sandwiching meat with pancakes, but this time it’s the method of sandwiching meat with steamed buns. The meat is chopped, served with crushed green peppers, and then sandwiched with steamed buns.

It’s definitely not as standard as the Roujiamo in Xi’an, but when it comes to meat, Zhang Chi can pat his chest and say that our meat is better than the authentic Roujiamo.

As long as you can hold it, you can hold most of the meat in the pot.

Naturally, it is not good to have Roujiamo, but there must be rare ones.

Zhang Chi didn't make it so complicated, and he didn't make spicy soup. He just cooked a pot of stick noodle gruel.

This stuff is so simple, boil the water, and when the water is bubbling, grab the stick noodles and sprinkle them into the pot, stirring the spoon while sprinkling, so that the sprinkled stick noodles will not clump together and form lumps Piece.

The most annoying thing about making stick noodle porridge is to drink it until it becomes lumpy. It is not beautiful, it is a failure.

So the work of sprinkling noodles is done by a veteran today, that is, Zhang Chi's grandfather Zhang Jiaren.

The old man, Bu Huai, has been drinking stick noodle porridge for most of his life. When this pot of porridge comes out, it is neither thin nor thick, full of stick noodle fragrance, like stick noodle tea.

When it is cold and half warm, it is served with beef buns in the hand, with porridge in one hand and buns in the other, with a bite of meat on one side and stick noodle porridge on the other.

Zhang Chi thinks this is the best reward for one-on-one hard work.

The Cowboys didn’t come over to join in the fun at night, and they were not interested in the Roujiamo at first glance. You must know that there are also snacks in the United States, not to mention hot dogs.

For example, in the small town of Folsom, there are pancakes with dead noodles, like our domestic pancakes with dead noodles, which are eaten with beef, a bit like the domestic Rao pancakes with meat, but pancakes are not as good as sesame pancakes.

And at this moment, the cowboy probably thinks the same way: the pancakes eaten by the people over there are not as delicious as the baked pancakes here in Folsom!
A local person has a local taste. Food is completely localized and subjective. Everyone thinks that the food in their hometown is the best.

However, the cowboys were very interested in stick noodle porridge, and some even got a bowl to grab a small bowl.

After drinking it, everyone had a strange look on their faces. What kind of stick noodle porridge did they think it tasted like the cornflake porridge they used to eat.

No, it's not as good as the corn flakes they eat, because they add a lot of things to their porridge, such as dried fruits and the like.

And most of their corn varieties have that kind of fruit flavor, while Zhang Chi's porridge here is ordinary corn, which is machined into corn flour and boiled in boiling water.

Zhang Chi doesn't like to eat corn flakes, but he likes to drink this kind of polenta.

After the noisy dinner, it was time to rest before going to bed.

People here generally don't have much night life, if you want a night life, parents will be very happy, because they can sleep, you have to feed the cows.

What?You don't want to feed the cows, but you want to dance, your dad will hit your feet with a gun and let you dance a dance of life.

So everyone went to bed early, and at nine o'clock, there were no people running around in the town of Amber except for the bar.

Taking advantage of the time to digest food, everyone gathered around the fire to drink some wine, enjoy cigarettes and cigars, and chat about boring topics at the same time, mainly cursing. From the president to the governor, their mouths are full of trash. out of tune.

"Okay, everyone go back to sleep." Zhang Chi was a little sleepy, and after talking to everyone, he went to the tent.

Sun Yanping said: "I've eaten too much, I'm going to the bathroom."

There is no toilet in the wilderness, it is said to be a toilet, but it is actually shit.

Everyone is no stranger to it, who doesn't poop wild in this place, how can anyone go camping with a portable toilet, isn't that sick?

(End of this chapter)