Lisko's American life

"The red neck is Shiles from Dawn Ranch, the chunky one is Soth from South Ranch, and Bayer from Phoenix Ranch next door..."

Lisko recognized the past one by one. He doesn't know if he doesn't come today, it turns out that there are so many pastures near Garrison.

The DJ stage has begun to play music, Lisko also shakes his body to follow the rhythm of jazz.

Lisko, who had just left, patted Lisko and motioned him to go upstairs. Lisko put down his wine glass and followed Lisko to leave the crowd in the yard that began to lively.

Although this is an unexplained gathering for ranchers to discuss matters, many cowboys and people in the town come to attend, but the ranchers will leave the table and go to special rooms.

Lisko followed Les upstairs and walked to the innermost room in the corridor.Les opened the door first, it was already smoky.Lisko looked into the room and saw Colt first. There were already a dozen people inside.

"Well, everyone is here now, everyone, this is Liske, the great writer of the Lee Ranch."

Les introduced to the people in the room,

Lisko greeted everyone and sat next to Colt. The brothers smiled at each other, knowing that their mission today was not to express any opinions.

Les first handed out a cigar by himself, Lisko took it, and took a closer look. It was a French cigar brand Selva Flower.This cigar was launched by the cigar master in 1995. It is a unique cigar, because its various Vitoras characteristics and unique leafs exist in each cigar cover and core.Moderately rich, with flavors of cedar, wood and dried fruit.One of Lisko’s seniors liked the smell, and Lisko did a lot of twitching, so he recognized it at a glance.

Lisko held the head of the cigar with one hand, lit a match, waited until the flame burned stably to make the cigar and the flame at a 45-degree angle, lit the cigar to make the cigar rotate slowly, first preheat the cigar, and the match burned to three-thirds Put out the flame for a while, and then light a match. When the flame is stable, continue to light the cigar. Turn the cigar slowly. When the match is half burned, it will be extinguished. At this time, there is one match left. Light the cigar according to the previous method. When the match burns to hot, put it out and let the cigar simmer for a while.Then cut off the cap with a cigar cutter.After Lisko finished this, he was about to start enjoying the scent of cigar. When he looked up, he suddenly found that the ranchers in the house looked at him in a daze.

"I have smoked this before, and I usually like to smoke cigars," Lisko explained to everyone.

"Okay, Li, I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby too. We will have a good exchange later. I have two fine hawalas. We will try them later." Les invited Lisko with surprise. .

"Cuba’s Havala? So let’s just say that?" Lisko is also very interested. Havala is the king of cigars. Lisko has always been known only by his name. I was fortunate to be able to taste it today. A worthwhile trip.

"Les, that's not right. Why do you entertain us and you have to take out your hahawa and send one by one."

"What are you dreaming? Shells." Les smiled back at the red-necked Shells. "Hawala only produces 3,000 pieces a year. Most of the shares are directly bought by the precious consortium. I have two of them. It was given to me by a powerful and powerful man. It is worth more than one thousand dollars. The Selva flower you smoke now costs one hundred dollars. It is really to feed you cows and peonies."

When Shells heard that the cigar in his hand was worth one hundred dollars, his relaxed body straightened out, timidly put the cigar in his jacket pocket, and muttered, "I don’t know, a One hundred dollars, I can buy a good lamb."

Les didn't bother arguing with such inexperienced people. He saw that everyone had already lit their cigars and patted their palms.

"Everyone,"

"You may also have heard about it. We gathered for a few days to discuss a way to save the declining income of our ranch. If it continues, many of us may go bankrupt before the end of this year." Les looked worried. He has lived in the ranch since he was a child, and now he is also engaged in ranch work. He is also very anxious about the deserted environment. Although he can hold the ranch this year, it will be better than those small ranch in the long run. Where to go.

"All of us here are authentic western cowboys, Shiles, your ranch is the third generation passed to you. Back then, your grandparents came here to open up fields. Is it rare to be buried in your hands?"

Les began to roll the call,

"And Soth. Your ranch is famous for its excellent wool. It's rare that you want to discard the reputation of Soth wool that is famous in the West?"

Les watched everyone bow their heads and began to talk about his purpose.

"Recently, a travel company contacted me. In recent years, although our ranch industry has been deserted, the country’s overall financial situation has developed rapidly and the world’s economy is booming. More and more people are beginning to like to travel around. They want to adapt our ranch here. It’s a tourist attraction where you can experience the life of a cowboy. Let’s talk about our views. The damn politicians’ tax increases will add difficulties to our already crisis management. If we don’t change, we can only go bankrupt and change jobs."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down, everyone bowed their heads and did not speak, and the music outside the room was still ringing, forming two worlds with the silence in the room.

"It's not that we don't agree, we just don't know how to do it, whether we can make money, if the line fails, and the ranch is not done well, isn't it a waste of waste." Soth, who was thinking for a long time, said, he is a long one. A middle-aged man with a beard, bulging and muscular, it can be seen that he really works a lot.

"So you don’t have to worry, the travel company will have special guidance, and the projects that tourists come to experience here are taking pictures in the lavender fields, buying denim supplies, experiencing cow setting, sheep shearing, horse riding, and milking projects. The operation of the ranch will not have any impact," Les explained patiently.

Li Sike listened in the sidelines, unexpectedly feeling good, of course compared to other pastures.

"Why do travel companies look at us? Do you think Garrison is the only one? They have many choices, but our lavender in Colorado is very famous, and Denver is a famous cultural capital. We just pick Denver. A little bit of tourists, who have experienced Denver’s culture and heritage, can come and visit us on the way."

Les put all his thoughts down, and he had a clear conscience. Everyone in the province thought he had gained any benefits, so he stood by the wall with his cigarette in his arms, waiting for everyone's answer.