pasture leisure

Chapter 63
"Huh!? Where did you go all day?"

Zhang Chi picked Ergou up from the ground, and just wanted to touch his hair or something, and found that this guy's belly was quite big, round and round, obviously he had eaten a lot.

"Where did this get mixed up?"

Zhang Chi said to Ergou curiously.

Meow!Meow!Meow!
The second dog meowed, and he didn't know whether to answer Zhang Chi's question or let him guess, anyway, he just kept meowing.

Zhang Chi can't speak cat language anymore. Of course, he doesn't care too much about it. No matter where Ergou is full, he will save both trouble and money.

After patting Ergou twice, Zhang Chi put Ergou on the ground.

Hearing the movement outside, he went out to have a look at Daniel and Erhu. What Zhang Chi didn't expect was that the two guys also had round bellies, and their fluffy bellies ate rolls of melons.

Even when Zhang Chi walked next to them, the two guys just wagged their tails and didn't come over to rub Zhang Chi's legs as usual.

"You are also full, which is really strange."

After squatting next to Daniel and Erhu, stroked the dog's head a few times, Zhang Chi went back to the house to cook.

After eating, I practiced the lasso with the light on for a while. Now Zhang Chi is much more energetic in practicing, because he can see his little progress, and his interest naturally rises.

Now Zhang Chi doesn't watch the video of that liar anymore. If he has any experience, he can just ask Cannon for advice.

What Zhang Chi can learn from Cannon is not only the lasso, but also the riding skills. Although Zhang Chi has ridden a horse before, but since seeing Melika's performance, he knows that his riding skills are also two knives. worth mentioning.

It's not that the people who taught him were not of a high level, but that they didn't expect him to be a rancher, they just taught him how to ride a horse, and they didn't think that he could sit on a horse or even harness a calf.

Practice when you have free time. Zhang Chi is still a child who can endure hardships. In addition, Chi Yanshan is also trained very well, and the gelding horse has a very good temper. He has no intention of throwing his master off at every turn, so Zhang Chi Chi fell, but not many times.

When the agreed time came, Zhang Chi drove the pickup truck, rented a trailer, and brought back the bale transport machine he bought from Brother Ma.

When I turned around to 'return' the trailer, I went to the supermarket to make some small purchases.

When Zhang Chi returned to the ranch, Cannon had already started working.

The machine is very easy to use, as long as the person is driving, the bales will be sent to the back of the car in bundles, but Cannon can only let the straw bales be thrown into the bucket in a disorderly manner.

After Zhang Chi came back, Cannon asked Zhang Chi to turn on the machine, and he stood in the back bucket to pick up the bales. Manpower stacked the bales of straw. After waiting for a car, the two drove the car to the Forage storage, and then unload the forage bales from the car, and stack them neatly into the forage storage.

Driving is not tiring, but it is not easy for the people who are stacking the straw bales behind, so Zhang Chi and Cannon switched.

There are only two people in the small ranch, so Zhang Chi can't watch Cannon die from exhaustion with his hands in his hands.

The two of them were working, when they suddenly heard someone calling themselves.

Zhang Chi looked up and found that it was his neighbor Seriol. The old man was riding a horse now, greeting him through the fence.

Zhang Chi waved his hand at him, and moved a little far away. Coupled with the chug-chug sound from the machine, Zhang Chi couldn't hear what he said clearly for a while.

Seriol yelled twice, only to realize that Zhang Chi didn't hear what he said clearly, so he waved his hands and gestured while speaking.

Zhang Chi didn't understand, but Cannon, who was standing on the hopper, understood.

"Boss, he wants to come and have a look."

"Huh? What's so interesting about this?" Zhang Chi didn't understand.

However, if the neighbor wanted to come and see, he couldn't refuse the door, so he stretched out his hand and waved to Seriol, beckoning him to come over.

Seriol got off his horse and rolled directly over the fence.

There is no connecting door between the two houses. If you want the horse to come over, you have to go around a lot. Besides, it's not so good. Who would open a door in and out of the neighbor's fence.

Seeing Serior approaching, Zhang Chi stopped the machine.

Originally thought that Serior might be a machine that was curious about himself, but who would have thought that what Seriol cared about was his pasture.

After entering, he picked a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

"George, the big beard grass in your pasture is growing very well," Seriol asked Zhang Chi.

"It seems so." Zhang Chi smiled "simply and honestly", answering Serior's question.

"How many bundles have you collected?" Serior asked casually, looking at the half-filled back bucket.

Zhang Chi replied: "Five or six carts have already been harvested, and it may take some time to harvest the grass."

Seriol was actually curious about the grass in Zhang Chi's pasture. He made an estimate in his own mind, and felt that Zhang Chi's pasture harvest this season was quite high, so he wanted to come over to find out.

The grass in Zhang Chi’s pasture grows fast, so the harvest will naturally be more. There are more than one hundred bales of grass per acre, and Zhang Chi has not counted it, but visually, one acre of real estate has seven or eight tons of grass. There are about [-] bundles of pasture in one ton, and it will take at least a few days for this small car to stack up all the pastures.

These are Zhang Chi's own estimates. As for the specific figures, he will not tell others, just a rough number. Serior is just his neighbor, not his boss.

Serior said at this time: "The price of grass has risen again, and now it is two hundred and twenty dollars a ton."

"Is it so expensive?"

Hearing the price, Zhang Chi was taken aback, and opened his mouth to ask, "A first-class?"

Serior said: "Of course it is the first level. If it is the second or even the third level, everyone should stop feeding the cows and just grow grass and sell it."

Grass is divided into several grades according to the quality. There are indicators for this thing, which are ADF (Acid Detergent Fiber), NDF (Neutral Detergent Fiber), DNFD (Digestible Neutral Detergent Fiber), CP (Crude Protein) DM (Dry matter) TDN (Total Digestible Nutrients) RFV (Relative Feeding Value) DMI (Dry Matter Intake) and RFQ (Relative Forage Quality).

Each indicator has certain range requirements.

Let’s not talk about super grades. The requirements for this thing are too high, and ordinary pastures can’t use it. There are mainly first-level and second-level pastures on the market.

But now the price of first-grade forage has reached two hundred and twenty dollars, which is a bit staggering.

What's more, when is it now? It's not winter yet, and the price has risen like this. Then, in winter, a ton of grass will not rise to [-] or [-]?
"Isn't it one hundred and eighty-nine last month? How did it go up so fast?" Didn't Zhang Chi want to play a cover before, and asked the price at that time, and it was less than two hundred dollars, but how long has it been now? It has risen to two hundred and twenty dollars.

Regardless of the small difference of tens of dollars per ton, one ton of pastured cattle tastes like a game, and one cow can kill 30 kilograms of forage in one day. If you calculate the dozens of days in winter, how much does a thousand cows get? Forage holds on.

In other words, if Zhang Chi feeds the current herd of cows purely with grass, he will have to spend six to seven thousand dollars a day to support them, otherwise his own cows will be hungry.

When Serior came here, he was actually doing some calculations in his mind, and wanted to see how much the pasture in the neighbor’s house was worth, because Serior found that Zhang Chi’s family collected much more pasture than his own, and the weight of a bale of grass They were all about the same. Just looking at the number of bales on the ground, Seriol felt that Zhang Chi's family harvested at least half as much grass as his family's.

If the ranch is mainly insensitive to these things, then he must be a rancher who doesn't work hard.

It is also a small hobby of Serior to come over to see how much Zhang Chi's pasture is worth. Of course, he would have to take a look at Zhang Chi and guess how much his neighbors can earn this year.

It's just that no one can grow grass like this. We have gourds and pasture grass, so we don't need to care about how much grass other people's homes harvest.

"There's pasture for winter," Serior said.

Zhang Chi replied: "There is still a lot left."

As soon as he said that, Zhang Chi began to think about it in his heart, thinking whether to work harder in two days, get more gourd pulp and sprinkle it on, what the hell is planting grass, directly Is it good to plant money?

At this price, Zhang Chi doesn't need to raise any cattle. Wouldn't it be more convenient to sell the grass directly? A pasture can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year just by selling pasture.

Serior came over out of curiosity, wanting to find out Zhang Chi's tone, but it's a pity that Zhang Chi belongs to the kind of guy with a simple face and a cunning face, and his understanding of the idiom of not revealing his wealth is much deeper than that of a Yankee.

Serior didn't expect Zhang Chi to tell him anything. As for the pasture growing well, it didn't have much to do with him either because he had the ability or something fell.

So Serior chatted with Zhang Chi here for a few minutes, but didn't get any useful news, so he went back.

Zhang Chi and Cannon naturally wanted to continue working. If so many bales of grass were not stored in the warehouse and waited for the rain, so many days would not be in vain.

While driving, Zhang Chi thought about it in his heart. He was a novice rancher in his first year, and he inevitably lost things. For example, he didn't think about pasture. He just wanted to save his cattle for the winter. I didn't expect to sell grass for takeaway, and now Serior came here to remind Zhang Chi.

Cannon, who is tying straw bales on the back bucket, is also thinking about this matter. Although he can't make much money from it, if Zhang Chi, the boss, makes money, then he can be considered to have a stable job, right?

"Boss, we can harvest another crop of grass before winter."

The two put away another cart, and after returning to Curry to finish coding, Cannon opened his mouth and said.

Zhang Chi hummed, but he was thinking in his heart: If you take one crop, you will get at least two crops. Your boss and I still owe the bank money. These vampires are not a good thing.

Cannon didn't know that Zhang Chi was thinking about cheating.

After the two said a word, they continued to work. Now no one has the strength to speak, and all they do is physical work.

(End of this chapter)