pasture leisure

Chapter 89 Get a few pigs

Chapter 89 Get a few pigs
When the price of cattle is high, they are scolded, and when the price of cattle is low, they are also scolded. Now this is the time for low cattle prices.

I have to say that Zhang Chi regretted it a bit. He felt that he should have sold the cow at two yuan and eight. Seeing that the current price of cattle has fallen back to two seven yuan.

It was useless to say anything, so Zhang Chi decided to lie flat: Play as you want, I just keep guarding, anyway, this cow is not expensive to buy, and we will make money no matter how it falls.

Thinking of the price of these cattle when they were bought, Zhang Chi had no choice but to turn his mind to Melika again, thinking to see if he could buy another batch of cattle from that ranch next year.

After thinking about it all night, while having breakfast the next day, Zhang Chi took out his mobile phone and called Melika.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

It is still Chinese with correct accent and round accent, which sounds very comfortable.

"When you hear your Chinese, who can doubt that you are a foreigner? Let me tell you, many Chinese people can't speak your Mandarin," Zhang Chi boasted.

Melika is busy now, and when she heard Zhang Chi boasting about herself, she immediately became excited: "Just tell me if you have anything to say."

I always feel that this kid's praise of her is a bit flattering, as if there is some pit waiting for her, Melika feels that she needs to be more vigilant.

"This, this, didn't you open an outdoor goods store? How is the store doing?" Zhang Chi was about to take a detour, showing that he was not in such a hurry.

Melika saw through Zhang Chi's purpose at a glance, and said again: "What do you have to say, if you don't say anything, I'll hang up, I'm very busy now."

"Well, it's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask if you have an infrared scope over there. I'm going to fight coyotes with Miller and the others in two days, and my gun doesn't have a scope.

One more thing, is there any calves to deal with in the pasture you are familiar with next spring?I can accept as much as I want, and it’s still the same as last year.”

As soon as Melika heard it, she knew that the first thing was just sloppy, and the second thing was the real purpose.

But Melika is not going to buy the calf to Zhang Chi anymore. Even if she sells it, it will not be at last year's price. Selling the calf has been taken advantage of by others. This is a shameful thing, and the family will feel that I am a bit stupid, which is not conducive to my own development.

"It's impossible to have a cow, so don't think too much about it. Let's talk about the scope," Melika said.

"Oh! Then... goodbye!"

Zhang Chi blurted out that he was about to say goodbye to Melika. In order not to be so obvious, he added: "I remembered that you are too far away!"

puff!

Melika laughed straight away: "You are too practical."

"Is there?" Zhang Chi asked back.

"Okay, my scope is delivered to your door, you have to ask for it or not."

Melika suddenly remembered the last time she slept at Zhang Chi's house, she felt refreshed after more than ten hours. From the last sleep until now, Melika only had four or five hours a day, sometimes Sometimes it is still fragmented.

If Zhang Chi hadn't called, she might not have remembered it. Now that Zhang Chi called, she immediately reminded Melika.

So Melika decided to visit Zhang Chi's house again tonight.

"It's a small problem, but judging by the weather, it's probably going to snow heavily in the afternoon. You said it's snowing..."

Before she finished speaking, Melika cut off the phone.

Zhang Chi looked at his mobile phone, and muttered: This woman is really ugly and not shy, do I agree and say she wants to come over and rub me?I didn't sell cattle at [-] yuan, brother, I almost lost my pants.

Just as Zhang Chi was about to put down his phone, a message came: Eat big fish stewed in an iron pot at night!Tofu vermicelli with beans!
'No fish, no tofu, no vermicelli and no beans, what kind of fish is stewed? Zhang Chi replied.

"I'll bring the fish, you prepare the rest, I'm going to work when I'm done." After Melika replied to this message, she stopped responding to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi didn't know what to say now, so!Don't say anything, just go to the city and get these.

After Zhang Chi finished his meal, he tidied up the dishes and chopsticks, and drove out in the car.

Near the gate of the ranch, Cannon was driving the cattle to a pasture at this time. Seeing Zhang Chi driving the car, he asked loudly, "Boss, are you going out at this time? Looks like it's going to snow soon."

If you go to the bar, or go around the town, most of Zhang Chi rides a horse, and most of the people who drive in the car now go to the town.

"It's a little trouble to go out, don't be afraid if it's snowing, I'm wearing snow chains here" After Zhang Chi and Cannon said something, they drove out of the ranch.

As soon as I drove onto the cement road from my own small road, I found my neighbor's family was chatting with Seriol. The two cars left and right, blocking the entire road.

"Hi George!"

Seeing Zhang Chi Seriol reached out to say hello.

"This is your neighbor, who is also Chinese," Serior said.

"I'm not Chinese," the man corrected immediately.

This made Seriol stunned for a moment, and asked, "Didn't you come from xx?"

"Yes, but I'm not Chinese. I used to be British, but now I'm American," the man said seriously.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought the people over there were all Chinese," Seriol laughed.

When Zhang Chi heard this conversation, he was really disgusted. There are always such a small group of people who have nothing to do to disgust you. Zhang Chi never thought that one day these people would become his neighbors.

Nodding to Serior, Seriol started the car and made way for Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi passed by the American neighbor's car without even saying hello.

Looking at Zhang Chi's car, the man opened his mouth and spat softly, "Daluzi!"

Serior didn't stay any longer, and left after greeting the family.

Halfway through the journey, Zhang Chi drove away the nausea in his heart.

Zhang Chi went to the Chinese supermarket first, and then went to Folsom. He didn't go to the uncle's house first, but to Aunt Phil's house.

"Aunt Phil!"

Zhang Chi yelled into the farm.

Aunt Phil didn't come home, but her two dogs kept barking at Zhang Chi.

The barking of the dog startled Aunt Phil, she came out and saw Zhang Chi standing at the door, so she hurried over and opened the door.

"Why are you here today, kid?"

"Come to see you, get some beans or something," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

When Aunt Phil heard this, she smiled and said, "That's really a coincidence, I'm preparing two baskets of beans to send to the supermarket."

"I don't want so much, just a bundle," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

"Don't take a little more at a time, this thing is put away," Aunt Phil said.

The two went to the shed while chatting.

Aunt Phil's farm is quite big. Not only do they grow a lot of vegetables, but also some domestic animals, such as pigs and sheep, not to mention poultry. There is no shortage of ordinary poultry, chickens, ducks and geese. Raised quail pigeons or something.

The greenhouse at home is not that simple, but the kind with steel structure and glass. Once you enter it, you can feel the warmth immediately.

"Zhang Chi is here."

As soon as I entered the shed, I saw Uncle Phil squatting on the ground, holding scissors in one hand and a handful of leeks in the other. His hands were covered with yellow mud. If you didn’t look at his appearance, you would think it was from the Northeast. Pida is an old farmer whose wife is holding her ear to work.

In addition to Uncle Phil, there are two old people in the shed, they are Aunt Phil's parents-in-law.

Zhang Chi greeted each other in turn.

Usually, the farm is taken care of by a family of four. Occasionally, the children come back to help, and when they are busy, they ask someone to help. Let’s put it this way, among the nearby farms of the same size, none of them have higher profits than Aunt Phil’s.

No way, Aunt Phil is really hardworking.

The two old people knew that Zhang Chi had delivered the beef last time, and they also knew that their daughter-in-law and Zhang Chi's aunt were good friends, so they naturally greeted Zhang Chi warmly.

Zhang Chi took two handfuls of beans, and Aunt Phil stuffed another basket of vegetables.

Zhang Chi soon discovered that it was a piglet raised by Aunt Phil's house.

A litter of our Chinese native pigs, more than a dozen chubby ones, whimpered and squirmed around the shed with their little tails flicking.

"Auntie, sell me a few of these little piglets, and I'll go back and raise them for meat." Zhang Chi suddenly remembered that there were no piglets in his home ranch.

Aunt Phil said: "Can you raise it? This thing can't just eat grass."

Zhang Chi asked: "Can you feed cornflakes?"

"I almost forgot about it, cornflakes are definitely okay," Aunt Phil laughed.

The corn flakes here are easy to buy, because these are feed, and the production method is quite simple. The corn kernels are steamed at high temperature, then crushed into flakes with a machine, and then dried to become feed.

"If you want, I'll pick a few for you. Are you going to sell them?"

"Eat it yourself, how can you sell this?" Zhang Chi said.

After hearing this, Aunt Phil caught two sows for Zhang Chi in this litter of piglets, and then took Zhang Chi to the pigpen to catch a little boar that was bigger than the two piglets. .

After catching the pigs, Aunt Phil put the piglets in a basket, and filled the gap between the piglets and the basket with grass, so that the piglets would not be frozen to death.

"for free".

"If you don't want money, then I dare not want this little pig." How could Zhang Chi not give money.

The two pushed for a while, Aunt Phil's temper was a bit impatient, she must not be able to consume Zhang Chi, and finally had to accept the money.

In this way, Aunt Phil only took half of Zhang Chi's money, and the other half refused to ask for anything.

If you don’t pay for one, you don’t want the pig. If you give the market price for the other, then I won’t sell the pig.

This is the politeness of communication between us Chinese, you respect me, and I respect you too.

With the three little pigs and a basket of vegetables, Zhang Chi left Aunt Phil's ranch and drove to the restaurant of his uncle and his mother's house.

The restaurant is still not busy at this time, and generally there are not many customers.

"Uncle, auntie...".

Zhang Chi opened the door and went in, only to find that his aunt was sitting at the dining table, and sitting opposite him was a middle-aged couple whom he didn't know, who seemed to be in their forties.

(End of this chapter)

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