pasture leisure

Chapter 8 Purchase System
Taking advantage of Zhang Chi's time to change his boots, the owner asked, "Where is the ranch?"

Zhang Chi said: "Near the town of Amber."

The shopkeeper thought about it for a while and was a little curious, so he asked, "Is there a small ranch for sale during this time?"

"A small piece of the original Lion Ranch," Zhang Chi said.

"Oh, so it's there." The shopkeeper understood it, but asked again: "Are you from the foot of that mountain?"

Zhang Chi smiled and said, "Sure, I can't afford it anywhere else."

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "It's already great. I can buy a ranch by myself at this age."

He owns a ranch in his twenties, and no one here can say that Zhang Chi is not motivated.

Zhang Chi smiled after hearing this, stood up after putting on the shoes, stepped on the ground twice, and felt that the shoes on his feet were quite suitable, so he was ready to pay.

"Do you want to buy some other things? I have bridles and saddles here..." the shopkeeper introduced.

Zhang Chi laughed and said, "I haven't bought my horse yet."

"Then you have to buy it even more. Besides, there are a few saddles that are made on the back of the horse. They are all machine-made saddles, and we don't produce them anymore. They are all handed over to those children's sweatshops in Chen Town. Americans are getting lazy now. . . . " said the owner.

Zhang Chi couldn't help smiling when he heard this, and he didn't refute it. Most Americans think that the goods they use from China are produced by factories employing child labor. This is the propaganda of the American media to discredit the country.

It's just that they don't know that if you build a factory in Chen Town now, the cost of the land for the factory will scare a lot of Americans to death.

A house of one square meter in the Special Economic Zone can almost be compared with New York. The children's factory over there?It's funny.

But Zhang Chi didn't want to explain, but some people are too stubborn, and it's hard to change their thinking, but if he wants to change a person's inherent thinking, Zhang Chi has no time, and second, he doesn't have the leisure.

Zhang Chi tried it before, and he offended others with a red face and a thick neck.

"I'll buy it if the price is not expensive. If the price is too expensive, I can't afford it now," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

"Mechanized saddles are priced at this price everywhere you go, it can't be expensive," said the owner.

Zhang Chi thought to himself, let's take a look.

So the shopkeeper asked: "What kind of horse are you going to buy? The pastures are usually quarters, and there are also some fancy horses. My suggestion is that if you buy horses, you should buy quarters, which are suitable for pastures, and don't buy the ones with blood certificates. , that thing is useless except to lie to you for two dollars. If you want to buy it, you can buy it from the ranch. If you want a better-tuned ranch cowboy, it usually costs more than [-] dollars a horse. Don’t go to the broker, it’s the most unrealistic This is the group of people, all of them are vampires... ".

Zhang Chi knows that the owner’s suggestion is quite reliable. There are many horse breeds in the United States. Let’s put it this way, you can find almost all horse breeds in the world in the United States, but the horses that are really suitable for ranch use, Quarter If you want to say the second, then it is estimated that other horse breeds are embarrassed to say that they are the first.

There are generally only a few types of horses used in the nearby pastures, Quarter, American Riding Horse, Pinto Horse, Morgan Horse, etc. The first two are the most important.

"Quat, I'm going to raise calves on the ranch," Zhang Chi said.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper directly picked a pair of saddles for Zhang Chi.

"Take it back and try it out. If it doesn't fit, you can exchange it, as long as it doesn't get damaged or has obvious scars," the shopkeeper said.

Zhang Chi looked at the saddle in his hand, it was brown leather, with a huge head on the front bridge, which was the most obvious sign of a grazing saddle, and the small head of the usual riding saddle was just a decoration.

The saddles are very ordinary, and there is nothing to choose. Just like the shop owner said, they are all machine-made saddles, and the size and regulations are almost the same.

The goods coming off the assembly line are cheap, so if you think about it, it's not appropriate.

As for handmade saddles, almost all of them are custom-made, the price?Thousands to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, if you want to choose, you must first ask how deep your pocket is.

Anyway, Zhang Chi is still reluctant to spend the money to customize this thing.

If you have a saddle, you need a sweat pad; if you have a sweat pad, do you have to get a bridle?
Originally Zhang Chi was here to buy a pair of shoes, but in the end he spent more than three hundred dollars in the store for miscellaneous things.

The shopkeeper accepted Zhang Chi's money with a smile, then turned around and picked up a hat from the hat rack next to him and handed it to Zhang Chi: "This is a gift!"

Zhang Chi glanced at the hat, but didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, because the color of the hat made him a little scared.

"what happened?"

Zhang Chi smiled and pointed his hat: "This color is not a good hat color in our culture."

The green hat given to Zhang Chi by the shopkeeper is very serious, the light green one is like a spring prairie, the green one is so vibrant, and the green one is so magnanimous.

Green is very jumpy and beautiful, this is the American opinion, but for us Chinese, this color is stuck on our heads, and there are few people who are not afraid of it.

Hearing Zhang Chi's explanation, the shopkeeper leaned forward and backward with a smile, apologized to Zhang Chi repeatedly, and then changed Zhang Chi's gray hat.

"Sorry, I don't know, is there nothing wrong with gray?" said the shopkeeper.

Zhang Chi took it with a smile and tried it on his head. He thought the hat was not bad, so he nodded.

When cowboys work, there are generally two kinds of hats. One is the cowboy hat that is common in movies, and the other is the baseball cap that Zhang Chi wears now. part of the sun.

He went out with his things and threw them into the back bucket. Zhang Chi drove the car to his uncle's house for a meal, and then drove back to his ranch after eating.

After arriving in the small town of Amber, Zhang Chi didn't go back to the ranch directly, but turned to the small bar in the town.

There is a small parking lot next to the bistro, no signs or signs or anything like that, but you can tell it's a parking lot just by looking at it.

After stopping the car, Zhang Chi came to the door and gently pushed open the small door. The style of this bar is a bit old-fashioned. The small door is like two small short doors. The top is empty and the bottom is empty. It's common, and now bars in the city generally don't play like this.

Pushing open the door and walking in, I found that the bar is not very big, about [-] to [-] square meters, with an L-shaped long bar, a few round tables, and a jukebox in the corner of the room.

The surrounding walls are all log-colored, and there are some classic western movie pictorials on the walls.

Behind the bar, there is a white woman about [-] or [-] years old who is wiping a wine glass. Seeing Zhang Chi coming in, she asked, "What do you want to drink?"

The voice is very flat, without enthusiasm.

But usually this kind of bar is like this, with an expression of whether you like to come or not, like today's greeting, it is already relatively warm.

"a bottle of beer"

Zhang Chi said.

After speaking, Zhang Chi sat directly beside the bar, took the beer, and drank it slowly.

"Never seen you before".

The woman asked Zhang Chi.

"I just moved here and bought a small ranch here," Zhang Chi introduced himself.

As soon as Zhang Chi said that, the woman knew who Zhang Chi was and which ranch she bought.

The reason is actually very simple. In the past six months, only one ranch was sold nearby. Although it was divided into several pieces, people who bought other ranches would not have the temperament like Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi can tell at a glance that he has little money. It’s not that the rich people here are very ostentatious, but even if the Xiongshi Ranch is divided up for sale, except for the one Zhang Chi bought, other prices All in the range of two to three million dollars.

And most of the people who spent so much money all of a sudden did not make a living from running the ranch, but mostly used it for vacation or other purposes.

These people can make money in any way but don't live off the ranch.

But now Zhang Chi obviously can't smell that kind of rich man.

I have to say that the eyes of those who work in the bar are vicious.

"Kimberly"

The woman stretched out her hand to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi shook hands with the woman: "Zhang Chi!"

"What is your ranch going to be used for?" Kimberly saw that this man had settled down in the small town, and he would be her guest from now on, so she started chatting with nothing to do.

"I'm going to raise cattle," Zhang Chi said.

"Cows are not easy to raise now," Kimberly said.

Kimberly means that in recent years, raising cattle has not been very profitable.

Zhang Chi also knows this. As ranches become more and more corporate, technologically advanced and large-scale, small ranches will have less and less advantage in market competition.

Large ranches can raise tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of cattle at one time, so the average cost is naturally lower than that of small ranches. This is a normal phenomenon.

The small ranch also has a countermeasure, which is to focus on high-quality products and differentiation. In short, there are great benefits in big and small ways of living.

"Try it," Zhang Chi said.

Hearing what Zhang Chi said, Kimberly didn't say anything more.

Zhang Chi finally opened his mouth: "Is there anyone nearby who sells horses? I want to buy a ranch horse, a quarter horse. No blood certificate is required. The only requirement is not to be too old, about six or seven years old, and to be trained. OK".

Having lived in Folsom for more than ten years, Zhang Chi still has a certain understanding of horses. Although his riding skills are not very good, he knows what kind of horse is suitable for his level.

If a beginner chooses a horse, it must be one that is extremely handsome. More than half of them will choose a white horse because it is handsome.

But people with certain riding experience will choose a horse that suits their body, because a horse that is too tall, you may feel handsome at first, but after climbing a horse a few times, especially a person of Zhang Chi’s height, you I know how much effort it takes.

And Zhang Chi doesn't think he has the ability to train a horse, and he can train the horse very well. If a pony is trained by the current Zhang Chi, it is probably no different from courting death.

This is not a joke. It is not an exception to be killed by a horse. This kind of thing happens often. Zhang Chi doesn't want to disregard his own life just because he wants to be handsome.

"Then let me ask for you."

The taverns in the town, in addition to drinking, also undertake the task of delivering news, such as who wants to buy something, or wants to buy something, the quantity is too small or there must be something nearby, usually here leave a letter.

Things have been done, Zhang Chi decided to leave after drinking.

To be honest, Zhang Chi doesn't like bars very much. One is that he doesn't drink often, and the other is that this place is usually noisy.

Zhang Chi prefers a quieter place.

Just as he was about to put down the wine bottle and leave, the small door of the bar was pushed open again.

Zhang Chi heard the voice and subconsciously looked towards the door.

A lean old cowboy in his fifties or sixties came in, wearing a gray cowboy hat. The hat was old and the brim was a little worn out.

The old cowboy's face is very thin, the most outstanding thing on the whole face is the thick mustache, his eyes are very sharp, his expression is very serious, and there is no smile on his whole face.

He was wearing a gray plaid thick shirt with a dark brown vest over the thick shirt, jeans, which were almost faded after washing, and a pair of light brown half-height riding boots on his feet.

The old cowboy glanced at Zhang Chi, came to the bar, took off his hat and put it on the bar. After sitting firmly, he crossed his hands, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the bar counter, as if there was something beautiful here of.

(End of this chapter)