pasture leisure

Everyone watched the screen for a while, and Cannon reached out and clapped his hands.

"Okay, everyone, don't look at it, the work in the ranch will not be done by yourself, go to work."

"Yes, yes! Let's go to work," Kevin said cheerfully.

All the cowboys are very happy, because they know that Zhang Chi, the boss, is different from other guys who pick their buttocks and stick their fingers. Every time they make a profit, they will have a certain share among the cowboys. Make money, and the cowboys will follow suit.

As for saying that American capitalists are all conscientious people, then you are thinking too much. Capitalists in any country are not conscientious people, of course, except for Zhang Chi, because he is not a capitalist. Goods exploited by others.

Capitalists have no conscience, but Zhang Chi still has this thing, so he didn't think about squeezing the last copper coins from his cowboys.

"Let's go, let's go. Boss, I think the price can go up again, at least thirty or fifty." Dominique also grinned and said while grinning.

Zhang Chi pointed at the cowboy who was walking out, and asked loudly: "A lot of work today?"

What Zhang Chi meant was that if there was a lot of work today, he would stay at home and help out, if not, he would go over there to join in the fun.

That is to say, having a gourd in his hand made Zhang Chi even more courageous. The two sides were facing each other with real guns and ammunition. He looked like he was playing around.

Cannon directly said back: "There is no important work, even those ordinary locks, you don't need to reach out."

As he said that, a group of cowboys who came outside got on their horses one after another. Cannon briefly said that the cowboys were divided into two teams, one team followed Cannon, and the other team followed Brian. Separated to do their own things.

Zhang Chi hummed a ditty here, he was in a really good mood, he couldn't be too happy, if these forages were sold, then he would be able to repay a lot of the debt he owed to the bank.

Although Melika has been telling Zhang Chi that the debt is reasonable, Zhang Chi panics when he thinks about the money he owes others.Otherwise, how can I say that he is not suitable to be a capitalist? Which one of the other capitalists is not a company that is heavily in debt, sleeps with female stars, raises small models, and tells everyone how hard he used to be, all through hard work.

The elated Zhang Chi turned off his phone, the smile on his face could almost squeeze out water.

Just as she stood up and was about to go to the door and take her own dick to watch the fun, she saw Melika returning in a hurry.

"It's just right, you're here." This was the first sentence Melika said after seeing Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi looked strange: "Is there something urgent? I am going to go over there to see how things are going."

Melika didn't answer Zhang Chi's words, but asked, "Have you sold the grass at home?"

"No, I think it can go up a bit, so I thought about it after today." Zhang Chi told his daughter-in-law his little idea.

Melika said: "Sell them all, and the delivery can be completed the day after tomorrow."

"So urgent?" Zhang Chi was taken aback.

Melika said: "Jennifer called me just now, and she said that the negotiations between the two sides may have made some progress."

"That is to say, in a few days, the supplies will be shipped in?" Zhang Chi understood.

Melika nodded: "Yes, Jennifer doesn't know when Juti will be, but we don't have the qualifications to harvest at the peak, so we can only sell now."

Zhang Chi nodded solemnly: "Alright!"

Melika has already made it very clear, that is, some people want to use this matter to make a good fortune. As for who it is, it has nothing to do with Zhang Chi and his wife. What exists now does not mean that it will be wiped out in the future visible to the naked eye.

After talking, Zhang Chi and Melika went upstairs, entered Melika's study, opened her notebook, and began to sell their own pastures one by one.

The operation is very convenient. The couple hangs out the pasture, and if a buyer takes over, the transaction is considered to be completed. The pasture is a real thing, so the method of delivery is also very clear. What is the shipping cost, delivery time, and place? It is crystal clear.

The old imperialist countries are still reassuring in terms of contracts.

Zhang Chi will not deliver the goods to others, and requires the buyer to pick up the goods by himself, and the delivery can be completed tomorrow night.

All the pastures of Zhang Chi's family were divided into four batches and released from the hands one by one.

At this moment, the price of forage has been rising all the way. Zhang Chi's price is listed for one hour, and the amount is not large compared with others, so people soon took over the forage thrown by Zhang Chi.

It took almost two hours. Strictly speaking, all the forage in Zhang Chi's family no longer belonged to Zhang Chi, and he was waiting for a buyer to come and take over.

After such a toss, it was a bit late, and Zhang Chi felt that there was no need for him to go. From home to the trenches, he would be back before his butt was hot, so he simply didn't go.

As for whether they will miss the fight, how is that possible.

It's not that the National Guard is not good, nor is it that the civilian team composed of cowboys is very strong, but this thing has never been such a simple comparison of strength.

A government shoots at its citizens, which commander dares to do that!To be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, of course, if you don't care about these, you can also order, and you may be fine during the war.But now it’s a time of peace, and it’s still local.

If any commander dares to do this, the only thing waiting for him is a court-martial trial.

Who is stupid?There are really too few stupid people in this world.

Besides, as Melika said just now, the two sides have reached an agreement, which is still a mess.

Thinking that the two sides couldn't fight each other, Zhang Chi still felt a little bit lost in his heart.

"Oh, I have fallen!"

Zhang Chi took out a reflection coupon by himself, reflected on his unhealthy thoughts, and then purified his mind along the way.

Of course, this purification did not last for 2 minutes, and was interrupted by edamame and ink.

"You two are really not a thing. I am here... Hey, the hawthorn is actually red."

Just as he was about to criticize these two from the perspective of justice, Zhang Chi found that Maodou was holding a red hawthorn in his fluffy little hand.

The hawthorn, which is as big as an abacus bead, is red and cute, and the yellow dots on it make people feel a little sour seeping out of their mouths and tongues.

Maodou was very clever. When he saw Zhang Chi looking at the hawthorn in his hand, he picked one out of his hand and handed it to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi was thinking about the hawthorn, and forgot to pick up the fruit for a while.

The monkey face on Maodou's side began to wrinkle, as if he was about to be constipated, with two white eyebrows furrowed, he reluctantly picked out another hawthorn fruit, and stretched it out in front of Zhang Chi.

It's just that the stretching distance this time is obviously not as long as the first time.

Zhang Chi is still thinking about it.

Maodou was about to cry. It felt that the master was not satisfied with the quantity it gave, so it reluctantly picked a hawthorn fruit. This time, it had three in one hand and one in the other.

Look left, look right, Maodou looked reluctant, and finally, maybe holding a hand holding a fruit, he stretched out his hand in front of Zhang Chi with the intention of giving it a try.

Holding three in his hand, he began to slowly hide behind his back.

Zhang Chi, who turned around, didn't notice Maodou's movements at all, and he didn't like to eat the fruit picked by Maodou, unless the fruit had a shell.

You know, monkeys like Maodou have a tradition of throwing their own shit at people. Thinking of this, Zhang Chi didn't want to eat any fruit that Maodou handed over that could be chewed.

"Eat it yourself." Zhang Chi reached out and patted Maodou on the forehead.

Maodou knew that the owner didn't want it, so he happily handed over the fruit that had been hidden behind him.

Zhang Chi didn't pay attention to it at all, stretched out his hand to rub Moji's forehead twice, and then happily walked towards his tool room.

Melika, who just went downstairs and came outside, saw Zhang Chi taking edamame and ink to the direction of the tool room, and asked unintentionally, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chi turned his head and paused, smiled and said, "The hawthorns at home are ripe, I'll pick some, and I'll make candied haws for you later."

Melika stopped talking after hearing this, but quickly added another sentence: "Do you know?"

"And I don't know? Even if I can't, don't I have the Internet."

After Zhang Chi finished speaking, he went to the tool room, took the ladder and went to the small orchard on the east side of the house.

The small orchard has expanded a bit, but it's not Zhang Chi's credit, but the achievements of the three of them. There were only seven or eight kinds of fruits at first, but now they have grown to twenty or thirty kinds. In Zhang Jiaren's words, it is Yueyuedu It's great if you can eat the fruits of the season.

Zhang Chi didn't have the nerve to remind a few people that it's winter here for the first half of the year, so there aren't many seasonal fruits to eat.

But the old man is willing, and Zhang Chi is not too troublesome, so let them toss if he is willing.

Carrying the ladder into the small fruit forest, Zhang Chi soon found his own hawthorn tree, and it was impossible to miss it. The appearance of clusters of Hongdandan fruit hanging on the branches is really delightful.

Putting down the ladder, Zhang Chi climbed up and grabbed one and looked at the other, just wanting to pick the biggest fruit, but after choosing for a while, when you think this one is bigger, you feel that the other one seems to be bigger.

Zhang Chi was dazzled by picking and choosing, so Zhang Chi simply picked the fruit closest to him first.

Picking one, Zhang Chi rubbed it with his fingers, put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was slightly sour, and a little sweet, but hawthorn must still have the upper hand of sour taste, hawthorn does not have the fruit that people are obsessed with. Sour, can it be called hawthorn?

The fruit is ripe, very ripe and tasty, so Zhang Chi will naturally pick some to take home.

Although it was done by one person, within a short while, a bag full of fruits was picked.