pasture leisure

Chapter 97 Modified Snow Collector

The weather was very cold, and the hot cow dung hardened soon after it hit the ground. Anyway, Zhang Chi didn't reach out to try how hard the cow dung was frozen.

It's disgusting, if you try this, Zhang Chi probably needs to wear gloves when eating at noon.

Whether it is hard or not, it doesn't seem to have much impact on the two beetles. The two things have been back and forth three times now.

I saw two little things forming a ball of the cut cow dung, and then stood upside down, that is, with the head down and the buttocks up, kicking the dung ball with a few small legs. The speed is not slow. After a few twists and turns, it was pushed out about ten centimeters away.

Cannon smiled.

Zhang Chi looked serious.

The two men just squatted next to the cow dung, looking at Shi Kelang who was slowly going away.

After a while, a few more Shiklang came over.

Originally thought that the two teams of shit kroners could speed up the conversion of cow dung to dung balls, but who knew that these two groups of shit krones didn't go to group dung balls, but fought together.

"For the first time in my life, I saw people fighting because of eating shit."

Zhang Chi looked at the two groups of Shi Kelang who were pushing into a ball and said.

Cannon laughed: "Nature is like this. We think feces are smelly, but these little things must be fragrant."

"I heard that after the smell of feces has been reduced many times, it is the aroma. Do you think our noses have deceived us?" Zhang Chi said.

"Try a bite?" Cannon teased.

"Come on, tell me when you're done trying?" Zhang Chi said.

"Forget it, don't try," Cannon laughed.

Cannon reached out and picked up a nearby twig, separated the two beetles that were pushing each other, and threw one to the east of the cow dung and the other to the west of the cow dung.

Now the two beetles stopped fighting, and happily continued to push the dung with balls.

Following this, the two groups of beetles were all separated, and there was no dispute between the two sides, so everyone carried their own delicacies across the cow dung mountain.

At this time, Zhang Chi can actually experience Shi Kelang's happiness——looking around, it is as delicious as a hill!

It is estimated that this feeling is as if he himself is watching a pasture full of cattle and sheep.

Pooh!Pooh!
Zhang Chi drove this thought out of his head, because it was too disgusting, and eating beef might have a shadow in the future.

"Don't look!"

Zhang Chi stood up.

Cannon also stood up: "Boss, you go back, after the cows are finished eating, I will cover this piece of snow again."

Zhang Chi looked at the turf exposed in front of him, and said, "This is a lot of work, let me and you do it together."

Cannon looked at it, and nodded. Although the land pushed by hundreds of cows is essentially a series of snow trenches, if one person chases and pushes behind, you won’t be able to do any work that day. Two people This job seems a bit strenuous.

Thinking of this, Cannon looked at Zhang Chi. He felt that his boss might not be able to do this job. Bosses are generally delicate.

"If it's appropriate, let's hire a temporary cowboy," Cannon said.

"Let's see in two days. If it doesn't work, let's hire a temporary worker." Zhang Chi didn't think about whether he could do the job, but whether it would be worthwhile to hire a temporary worker.

Although Zhang Chi has a little money in his pocket now, he can't spend it like this, can he?

Cannon nodded.

The two rode back to the house, drank some hot coffee to warm up, and then came to the cows again, and the two began to wheel with brooms in hand.

An hour later, Zhang Chi felt that his back was aching, and it was a little difficult to stand up straight. He pulled the broom and looked at Cannon who was still working.

"Hey, this person only has blessings that he can't enjoy, and there is no suffering that he can't bear."

It’s only been a year, and I’m starting to feel tired from work. I used to deliver food from the start of my eyes until eight or nine o’clock in the evening. I felt like I couldn't straighten up.

"Boss, why don't you go back and take a rest, I'll do it here first" Cannon said looking at Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi waved his hand: "I can still do it."

Cheering himself up a few times in his heart, Zhang Chi continued to take turns with the broom and started working.

The cow arched the snow track in front, and the two followed behind to cover the snow. This busyness lasted a whole day.

At night, when Zhang Chi returned to the house, he couldn't lift his arms, not to mention his waist.

Cannon was also exhausted.

Early the next morning, Zhang Chi's arms didn't seem to belong to him anymore, and he couldn't stop shaking even holding a teacup.

Kanmin has recovered.

"Boss, why don't you hire someone, or buy a snowplow?"

Watching the BOSS drink water from the cup, he took a sip himself, and the table followed suit. Cannon made another suggestion to Zhang Chi.

snowplow? !

Zhang Chi was a little puzzled. Of course he knew the snowplow, which one here could lack this thing.

"Yes, I thought about it yesterday. We only need to modify the snowplows on the market to use them." Cannon dipped his finger in the water on the table and started drawing with Zhang Chi.

Cannon's drawing skills are not high, but Zhang Chi can still see that the transformation Cannon said is very simple. The original snowplow's front axle sweeps snow in a straight line, that is, almost coaxial, but Cannon's plan is to deflect the two axes at an angle, and tilt upward from the two sides, so that the snow on both sides will be sent to the middle under the drive of the snowplow.

"Try buying a snowplow first." Zhang Chi thinks Cannon's idea is very good.

Now that you thought about it, after Zhang Chi finished eating, you drove to the city. When you arrived in the city, you took a look at the machine and thought it was too expensive. Brother Xiaoma was not so amazing this time, he didn’t have such a thing at all, because there was almost no snow on his side, so he didn’t need such a machine at all.

But Xiao Ma said that it can be settled. If Zhang Chi wants it, then he will order it from China, but it will take three or four months.

How could Zhang Chi wait so long? After thinking about it, I decided to buy it here.

So Zhang Chi went back and gritted his teeth and spent more than a thousand dollars to buy a simple single-cylinder snowplow.

After buying the machine, I went to the uncle and aunt's house for a walk, had lunch, and Zhang Chi took the machine back home.

When the machine came back, Zhang Chi and Cannon began to modify the snowplow. Now this one can't be called a snowplow, but a snow scraper.

After the modification, Zhang Chi and Cannon drove the guy into the snow and tried it.

It turned out that the effect was not very good. There was always a gap between imagination and reality, but it was not a failure, so the two pulled the machine back and continued to adjust.

After going back and forth like this for two or three days, the machine is getting better and better.

Before the snow grabber was adjusted to perfection, something went wrong, and the diesel engine on the snow grabber pulled the cylinder.Zhang Chi had to take this thing to the sales company to repair it again.

Fortunately, the sales company here did not refuse the warranty because Zhang Chi modified the machine, because Zhang Chi did not touch the diesel engine.In addition, I got Zhang Chi another one of the same model, and asked Zhang Chi to use it first.

Throw the snow machine at the sales company.

When he got home, Zhang Chi started cursing after answering the phone call.

Cannon listened and said: "It's all like this. In my estimation, this is still good. It is normal to wait for two weeks."

"It will take two weeks to repair a machine?" Zhang Chi was furious.

"Two weeks is still less, I guess it may be delayed after two weeks," Cannon said with a bitter face.

Zhang Chi was already cursing in his heart at this moment: Who the hell said that the things produced by the Americans are not bad? This is as good as the haymower sold to him by Xiao Ma. So far, there is no problem at all. It took only a few days for something to go wrong.

Zhang Chi is a bit wrong to blame the machine company, because this diesel engine is not made in the United States, but from Southeast Asia, but it has an American brand, commonly known as OEM.

If this thing is made in the United States, the price is more than one or two thousand dollars. Most of the small machines like this are imported by OEM. The cost of producing this thing in the United States is too high. No matter how good the quality is, no one will buy it at a high price. of.

There's nothing you can do about scolding, it doesn't solve the problem, it's just a mouthful.

Seeing that the boss was very angry, Cannon persuaded him a few words, and then said: "Boss, are you ready to hunt at night?"

This topic suddenly diverted Zhang Chi's attention, he nodded and said, "I'm almost ready."

After speaking, he broke his fingers and began to count: "cold-proof sleeping bag, goggles and jacket, gun, bullets...all are ready, and they have been packed long ago."

Cannon listened and asked, "What about the food?"

"food?"

Zhang Chi blinked his eyes: "Do you still need to bring food for hunting?"

Cannon said with a smile: "It's not really a mistake that you went to fight coyotes. Could it be that you are still going to eat coyotes?"

"Can't you?"

Zhang Chi found it strange. From Zhang Chi’s point of view, coyotes and dogs are similar. Can a coyote not eat meat after being killed?
Zhang Chi forgot that Americans don’t eat dog meat, and they are even less interested in coyotes. Although coyotes have a family of dogs, they are still wild wolves in essence. They usually hunt and scavenge. Half, so the meat is not delicious, and the meat quality is very bad.

Of course, the main thing here is that Americans don’t know how to cook. If you have a Chinese cook, what kind of firewood is neither firewood nor fishy?

"No one eats coyote meat, it's not tasty, so you have to bring something to eat, generally they bring some military food."

Cannon told his boss what kind of food to bring for such activities in general ranches.

When Zhang Chi heard about eating military picnic food, his face immediately wrinkled.

He has eaten this stuff before, how can I describe it, when he opened the bag, it looked like a pile of shit, and when he ate it in his mouth, um, it smelled like shit like a pair of pants, heavy with salt and oil, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

As an entry-level Chinese cook, Zhang Chi will not eat such food until the day he is about to starve to death.

(End of this chapter)