It's a lot faster than it was just now.

When he arrived at his own ranch, Zhang Chi said to Cannon: "Thank you for helping me, if I didn't have to go."

As he spoke, he pulled out his wallet and wanted to tip Cannon.

This thing is not normal in China, and some people even find it a little offensive, but it is a common thing here, not to mention Cannon, an unfamiliar person, even if a friend comes to help, he has to give money.

Of course, some people will want it, and some people won't, it depends on the individual, whether you want it or not, everyone will not talk about it.

However, if you don't, you naturally have to think about returning the favor next time, and the same is true for Americans. This thing is not unique to the East, as long as it is human society, it exists.

Cannon waved his hand again and again: "No, no, it's a convenient thing, you can find me if you have anything to help in the future, I can't help with big helps, but some small favors are still fine."

Zhang Chi saw that Cannon really didn't want it, so he put his wallet back.

"That's it, if you have time, I'll invite you to dinner, if you don't have a problem, I can cook a Chinese meal at home and invite you to come over and try it together," Zhang Chi said.

With the increasing strength of the country, people like Zhang Chi who live outside also feel that their waists are straighter, at least now they invite others to eat a pure Chinese meal, and others are also a little curious, unlike in the past, eight out of ten were not very interested.

Cannon was glad to hear it: "It's a good idea, I'll be free the night after tomorrow".

"Then set it for the night after tomorrow," Zhang Chi said.

"Okay, that's it, I'll be here at about seven o'clock the night after work," Cannon laughed.

After chatting for a few words, Cannon went back, and Zhang Chi rode on his horse and sent Cannon to the door of his ranch, watching Cannon disappear from sight, and then turned around.

"What a warm-hearted person," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Riding back along the forest path, when his vision suddenly opened up and the entire ranch was once again presented in front of his eyes, Zhang Chi was once again fascinated by the scenery he saw.

Standing on the small slope, Zhang Chi looked at his own pasture, although in the eyes of others, it is so broken, and the grass is not good, but for Zhang Chi, whether it is good or not, everything on this pasture belongs to him, this is his own territory, and he can play on it.

Owning something, even if it is a lost cone, is extremely important for a Chinese, because in our culture, land has a unique meaning even now, but saving an inch of land and leaving it for future generations to cultivate is not so simple, but imprinted in the bone marrow.

Even in this era, even if there is a slight possibility for the Chinese who come out, the first thing to do is to buy a house and buy land, whether this person is poor or rich, the land plot has not been squeezed out of the veins, but has become deeper.

In the pasture of early spring, the grass has slowly grown, although most of the places are not high, but the green in the eyes can not be hidden, overwhelmingly scrambling to meet Zhang Chi's eyes, telling the vitality of spring.

Countless unknown small flowers also vied with each other, red, green, purple, one by one, piles of piles, competing for beauty, blooming in the small breeze of the valley, and from time to time exuding a faint fragrance of flowers.

The fragrance of flowers attracted all kinds of diligent small insects, buzzing lively, circling around the flowers, busy like Zhang Chi who used to work in the restaurant.

Looking farther away, there are a series of big trees, full of curtains that extend to the end, at the end of the green sea of the big trees, are mountain peaks, some of the peaks are also buckled with white hats, that is the snow on the peaks that has not melted for many years.

Above the mountain, there is a blue sky, pure as a roll of blue silk, and like a solidified jelly, which makes people happy to see and broaden their minds.

Zhang Chi's hand gently stroked the mane on the horse's neck, the sideburns were very soft, Mason, the horse trainer, took care of the horse very well, and there was no trace of lag when the fingers passed through the sideburns, so silky, it was almost enough to shoot an advertisement for shampoo.

When the last bit of mane slipped between his fingers, Zhang Chi's hand caressed the side of the horse's neck.

The short horsehair is slightly hard, but the feel is still very good, and you can feel a little warmth on the horse's skin through the palm.

Gently patted the horse on the neck.

Boom!

The stepped horse gave Yu Zhangchi two soft snorts, which seemed to reflect its owner.

"What's the name for you?"

Sitting firmly on the horse's back, leaning forward slightly, patting the horse's neck as if to communicate with the horse stepping down, Zhang Chi muttered.

Little Red? No, half of it is white.

Xiaobai? No, half of it is red.

Little red and white? It sounds a bit tongue-twisting.

For his first horse, Zhang Chi hollowed out his mind to give the horse a good name.

Unfortunately, illiteracy is illiterate after all, English is half-toned, and Chinese has not seen anything better, so I held back in my heart for a long time, and I did not hold a fart that satisfied me.

"It's hard to name you."

Zhang Chi patted the horse gently, looking very embarrassed.

Think about the names that Emperor Taizong gave to his horses, Teller Fat and Sa Luzi, he was so literate when he heard it, what was the difference between himself and Emperor Taizong?

Zhang Chi thought about it, and felt that he was worse than an emperor, wouldn't he be, if he became an emperor himself, he probably wouldn't be able to think of such a good name, so he would only be a good bastard who would rob other people's talents and pretend to be his own façade.

"Red cover snow? Cheesy, cheesy! When I heard it, it was like Brother Xiao Wu gave it," Zhang Chi shook his head.

"Burning clouds? No, the fire, ouch, I kind of think of the fire shop in Los Angeles, and I'm hungry for ......."

"Red Flame Mountain? Well, this name is good, you kid is like a fire burning on the top of a snowy mountain, that's it, specially, Lao Tzu can be regarded as literate."

Zhang Chi was a little proud.

Thinking of a satisfactory name, Zhang Chi decided to take Chiyan Mountain for a run, but he still hasn't stepped on the land of his ranch properly.

"Lao Chi, let's go around?"

Zhang Chi asked softly about the Red Flame Mountain that he stepped under.

Red Flame Mountain snorted, and then it became a little restless, in Mason Racecourse, it spent most of its time in the fence, and could only occasionally run the racetrack, and now such a vast world was displayed in front of its eyes, which made it a little excited.

It was waiting for its own back to take orders from its master.

"Babble!"

Feeling the heart of Chiyan Mountain, Zhang Chi easily opened the reins and shouted.

Hear the sound and move!

Red Flame Mountain made a fierce effort and rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Fortunately, Zhang Chi was prepared, and his body stabilized his body with a slight shake, and the whole person stood on horseback like a javelin.

A red and white horse rushed down the slope at the entrance of the pasture, and soon its four hooves made it speed to the maximum, and the whole horse's head hung low, so that it could exert its strength and reduce the resistance of the air.

At this time, Zhang Chi's ears were windy, and he only felt that everything around him was rapidly retreating, and the oncoming mountain wind seemed to be able to pour directly into his nasal cavity without breathing, and a trace of coolness rushed into his lungs at once.

The fast-galloping horse seemed to make the blood flow temperature in Zhang Chi's veins follow, and sitting on the horse's back, he actually had the meaning of wanting to shout impulsively.

I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't help it

Yes~~!

Facing the blowing wind, Zhang Chi opened his voice and shouted loudly, venting the joy in his heart.

Zhang Chi's shout seemed to make Chiyan Mountain even more excited, and the four hooves stepped on the cyan grass that had just grown, making a burst of clicking sounds, and from time to time turned into a slightly dull pop sound, which was the feedback of different grasslands to the horse's hooves.

People are not tired, horses are not tired!

A man and a horse galloped recklessly on the green meadow.

At this moment, the one-foot-long mane of the Red Flame Mountain flew around, like a line of flames, the white back body was like a wisp of white smoke, the red was like a flag rushing forward, and the white was like the blazing tail flame of the fireworks, plowing and sweeping over the boundless green.

Zhang Chi threw off the reins in his hand and let the Chiyan Mountain under him gallop, he laughed, and he didn't know whether to vent or be proud, in short, he wanted to laugh heartily at the moment.

All heroes are in the past, but I am smiling in the sky!

Meadows, horses, forests, snow-capped mountains, is there anything more inspiring to inspire a man's pride?

Anyway, in more than 20 years of life, Zhang Chi has never encountered it, nor has he been like now, laughing unbridledly, taking care of it and hiding it.

At this moment, everything in the world is like the wind in the ears, and there is no trace.

After a long time, the horse stopped.

Chiyanshan gasped for breath, his two huge nostrils were completely rounded, and Zhang Chi's head was sweating, and the shirt on his body was a little sticky to his body.

But there was an indescribable pleasure in his body and mind, filled with blood and chest.

Dismounting, Zhang Chi removed the saddle from the back of Chiyan Mountain, and the half-wet sweat pad was also removed and placed on the shelf next to the RV.

"Let's go, let's wash it."

As he spoke, he took a small red bucket and pulled Chiyan Mountain, to the foot of the small dirt slope, there was a small river, a small river made of snow on the mountain, which had been flowing silently, through Zhang Chi's pasture, where it was, Zhang Chi didn't know a little.

Chiyanshan followed Zhang Chi very meekly, and after taking two steps, Chiyanshan rubbed Zhang Chi with his head.

Zhang Chi seemed to understand Chiyan Mountain's thoughts, turned over and got on the horse again, although there was no saddle, but Chiyan Mountain still carried his master steadily.

At this moment, Zhang Chi remembered what Mason said yesterday: Some people and horses are a kind of fate.

When the horse's hooves stepped into the river, Zhang Chi slid off the horse's back, scooped water with the red bucket in his hand and poured it on the back of Chiyan Mountain.

As you pour, gently wipe the droplets with your hands.

It's still very cold, and if you let the sweat on your horse dry naturally, you might catch a cold.

Yes, horses can also catch colds, which is not a good thing for horses to be sick, and for Zhang Chi, horses are sick, which is also not a good thing for his wallet.

So when I ran like this, I had to clean it well, firstly, to wash off the sweat on my body, and secondly, to cool down, no matter which one it was, it was very important, otherwise the wallet would suffer, and now Zhang Chi could not see the wallet suffer the most.