pasture leisure

I'm idle but don't want to do it, so Zhang Chi decided in his heart to raise the pony for a while, and then charge the pony's interest when he wants to do it.

Leaving Xiao Ma's affairs aside, Zhang Chi found some work for himself.

In the next few days, Zhang Chi's little life is easy, teasing his little nephew when he is free, or playing with his gun, or riding Chiyan Mountain around his two pastures Back and forth like this.

During the period, Zhang Chi also went to a ranch in Colorado to add some water to the pasture there, and take a look at the cattle on the pasture there.

The situation over there was fine. Both Eric and Langdon were veterans. In many respects, their management level was better than Cannon's, so there was nothing to worry about.

Originally, Melika also wanted to come with Zhang Chi, but now she is a bit pregnant, so the elders refused to let her come, and Melika did not insist, so in the end only Zhang Chi was alone, and it was a small trip. bad.

On the second day of driving home, there was light rain in the sky.

Zhang Chi had just finished breakfast, left a bit of stomach, and gave himself some after-dinner refreshments. Holding the teapot filled with tea, he sat under the porch shelf at the door, enjoying the light rain while drinking tea and tasting snacks.

Melika walked to Zhang Chi's side at this time.

Now her belly is slightly protruding, but she is wearing a robe, which is very big and loose, so it is hard to see it.

Seeing his daughter-in-law sitting down, Zhang Chi took a snack and stretched it out to her.

Melika shook her head: "I won't eat this".

Zhang Chi said: "It's delicious."

His hands were retracted when he was talking. Zhang Chi is not the kind of person who likes to send people to eat, so Melika said he didn't want to eat, so he stuffed the food into his mouth.

"It's raining a lot today," Melika said, looking at the rain outside.

Zhang Chi said: "It hasn't rained for many days. If there is not a lot of grass in the pasture, I will suffer."

"Yes" Melika smiled.

The couple just chatted without saying a word, and they didn't feel any embarrassment. Both of them were very relaxed. If anyone wanted to talk, they could just say something. There was no framework for them. As for whether others responded or not, it was also smooth its natural.

At some point, Zhang Juan came out. She leaned against the wall, looked at her brother and daughter-in-law, and ate snacks while watching.

"You guys are really good!"

Zhang Juan felt that these two people were really boring. If she and Sun Yanping talked like this, she would wipe her neck directly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chi turned his head and asked.

I just asked a question, and saw the snacks in my sister's hands, so Zhang Chi walked over, reaching out to grab the snacks in my sister's hands as a sacrifice to his five internal organs temple.

Zhang Juan dodged it skillfully: "Go to the house and get it, grandma is doing it."

The snack in Zhang Juan's hand is Xiaoguozi, and everyone doesn't care what it is called, anyway, Zhang Chi's hometown calls it Xiaoguozi.

The method of making it is quite simple, which is to press the fermented noodles into small noodles, which are slightly thinner than chopsticks for eating, and the length is about the same as a finger.

After it is done, put it in the oil pan and fry it. When it is crispy inside and out, take it out to control the oil, then put it in the sugar and roll it around. After it is coated with frosting sugar, this snack is ready.

Of course, this is the most common method. If you have time, you can also improve it. For example, there are various ingredients on the inside bread. In short, you can toss as much as you want. It doesn't taste bad at all.

Hearing what my sister said, Zhang Chi entered the house and went straight to the kitchen.

At this time, the old lady had already made a lot, so Zhang Chi grabbed a handful and put them in his hand, and first handed one to grandma.

"You eat, I'm busy here."

The old lady said so, but the little fruit in the grandson's hand came to her mouth, and she opened her mouth to eat it naturally.

"Grandma, is this enough?" Zhang Chi squeezed one and put it in his mouth.

The old lady said: "I haven't made much. There are few people who eat this kind of food now. Some people dislike it. So I made two or three catties of it. I made a lot of it, but I can't eat it yet. Wait a minute." It'll be fine in a while."

Zhang Chi stretched out his head to have a look, and found that there was still a basket of finger fruit. It was named so. Of course, it couldn't be that there was something like fingers. That was too scary.

It's called finger fruit, because it's as thick as a finger and about as long.

This thing is much more delicious than fried small fruit, and the taste is much richer. The small fruit is crispy and sweet. The outer shell of this thing is crispy and sweet, but the inside is soft, not only the pine mast, but also Special fragrance.

Of course, the production method is more complicated than the one mentioned above, not to mention other things, the noodles used for the inner and outer layers have to be separated and blended.

Zhang Chi ate while listening to grandma.

"Few people make this stuff now. Even the ones bought on the street are made by machines, not as delicious as those made by hand. In the past, the daughter-in-law of that family would make them. The altar table is full, with six-color fruits, eight-color fruits, and some meat, it will be a lively event.

Now that the ancestors are no longer sacrificed, these skills are slowly becoming less and less well-known... ".

Every time the old lady makes this thing, she has to tell these words again. Zhang Chi is not annoyed, let alone bored. He listens to grandma honestly every time.

Sometimes the old lady's talk is very popular, and she can talk about Zhang Chi's great-grandpa, his wife and grandpa, and how to marry into the family.

Zhang Chi was listening with gusto when his sister Zhang Juan walked in.

After coming in, he ran straight to the small basin, grabbed a handful of small fruits and put them in his palm, pinching them into his mouth while listening to the old lady tell a story.

"Grandma, I can almost recite your story, let's change it and tell about our great-grandfather," Zhang Juan said with a smile.

The old lady didn't want to talk to her granddaughter, and after talking for more than a minute, she lost interest, and chased Zhang Chi and Zhang Juan out of the kitchen.

Just as Zhang Chi was about to reach the door, he heard grandma's voice behind him.

"Dachi, give this to Xiaomei, she will definitely like it."

Zhang Chi went over and found that it was a small plate of finger fruit. On the finger fruit that was just made, there was a layer of white frosting sugar. In addition to the frosting sugar, there were some white powder like fried noodles. This thing is delicious. It is also sweet in the mouth, but this sweetness is different from the sweetness of frosting sugar.

Carrying something to Melika's side, Zhang Chi will put the things down, and he wants to reach for one to taste, but he hears his brother-in-law's voice.

"Zhang Chi!"

Zhang Chi looked up and found that his brother-in-law was at the door of the tool room, yelling at himself at the top of his voice. If it wasn't for the quiet light rain, Zhang Chi might not have heard his brother-in-law's shouting.

"what's up?"

Zhang Chi asked loudly.

Sun Yanping didn't answer, but just waved at Zhang Chi, clearly beckoning him to come over.

Zhang Chi didn't really want to go there, the main reason was Lai, because it was raining now, and Zhang Chi had to put on rain boots, poncho and so on in the past, which was quite troublesome.

"Sister, is your husband hurting you quickly?" Zhang Chi looked at his brother-in-law and said.

Zhang Juan said: "It's almost there. I was bitten by a snake. Why do I have to raise him for another year? Your brother-in-law told you to go there. Maybe you just want to toss something and call you to help."

Zhang Chi grabbed three or four fingers and went back to the house. When he came out again, he had already changed his clothes.

When I was about to walk into the rain, I was stopped by my grandma again.

"Take this thing with you and let your brother-in-law taste it. There are two flavors when it's warm and when it's cold." Miao Guifang said and stuffed a bowl of finger fruit together with the bowl into the grandson's hand.

Zhang Chi said, "Come back and eat?"

"You send it there, I don't know how long it will take." Miao Guifang turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Zhang Chi hid the basin under the poncho, then trotted all the way to the tool room.

He took out the things, untied the raincoat and hung it at the door. Zhang Chi hugged the basin and started to eat finger fruit.

"what do you think?"

Before Zhang Chi could sit down, Sun Yanping took out an object and showed it to Zhang Chixian.

Zhang Chi took a look and couldn't help admiring him. To be honest, he really felt that his brother-in-law was a bit overqualified as a civil servant. Look at his skills.

What Sun Yanping took out was a board with some figures and patterns carved on it.

Zhang Chi doesn't have much appreciation for any kind of art. Judging from his level, the characters must be similar and the patterns must be beautiful. It is obvious that Sun Yanping's craftsmanship fully satisfies the aesthetics of my brother-in-law.

"Okay, brother-in-law, you really didn't do it!"

Zhang Chi put down the finger fruit in his hand, took over his brother-in-law's fruit and looked at it carefully.

It was rare for Sun Yanping to be polite, and said to his brother-in-law: "Actually, it's nothing, the main thing is that you have too many tools here. I will first cast the characters or something on the board, and then slowly carve with a knife. It's not too stupid to carve it like this and it won't be too difficult...".

Sun Yanping was not very satisfied with his craftsmanship, but he didn't have time anymore, if he waited any longer, he should return to China.

"Okay, okay, it's pretty good, why don't you start doing it?" Zhang Chi said.

Now that my brother-in-law's skills are ready, and my own materials have already been brought back, so what are you waiting for?

"The material is too expensive, I'm afraid," Sun Yanping said.

Zhang Chi said: "You don't have to worry about the materials. Anyway, we have spare materials. If you really can't make up your mind, just leave it empty."

Sun Yanping said: "Then what can I do?"

"Let's do it, let's do it." Zhang Chi put the board in his hand aside, picked up the finger fruit basin again, and looked at his brother-in-law who devoted himself to the wood while eating.

Looking at his brother-in-law, Zhang Chi didn't know what to say for a while. Now Sun Yanping is very devoted, and he can feel his concentration at a glance.But when Zhang Chi thought of his brother-in-law, who went to work like fishing, he felt a little incomprehensible.

Sun Yanping was very serious about writing and drawing on the material, so serious that he had to measure and measure the length of each piece of material.This made Zhang Chi, who watched for a while, become a little bored after eating the finger fruit.