The next morning, Zhang Chi opened his eyes, washed up briefly, and then wanted to pull his cousin to find a place to have breakfast, and after breakfast, he was ready to go directly to the airport and catch the first flight back to Folsen.

"Get up, eat breakfast, go."

The door was wide open, and my cousin was lying on the bed at the moment and became a big character, and the one who slept was called a bold, only wearing a pair of pants, and even the roof was about to be overturned.

"You eat it yourself, I don't eat it!"

Turning over, Zhang Wu tried to give his cousin a kick because this guy disturbed his dream.

"Then I'll go back!"

Zhang Chi said.

Uh-huh!

I don't know if I understood it or not, Zhang Wu hummed twice.

Zhang Chi didn't care about this, walked directly to the yard, and when he got to the side of the car and opened the door, he was about to get into the car, when an indescribable sound came from his ears.

Turning his head, good guy, not far from the side of the road, a photographer was shooting against the camera against the half-opened car door, and from Zhang Chi's angle, he could only see a man's plush back.

"What the hell is this place, in broad daylight!"

Zhang Chi is really a little speechless, are the people who make this kind of film so diligent, it was only filmed early in the morning, and most of the people in the whole community are still asleep.

Originally, Zhang Chi thought that with such a big movement, someone would always come out and scold the two voices, who knew that there was no movement at all, and there was only the voice of a woman shouting God in the community in the early morning, which made people feel that a woman must be a devout believer.

Zhang Chi started the car and quickly fled the community.

I think this place is not for ordinary people, and the American entertainment industry is so energetic.

Life in a big city is really much more exciting than the small place where Zhang Chi lives, he held a gun last night, and watched a show for nothing this morning.

Zhang Chi didn't want to find a place with a lot of people to eat at will, in case there were any anti-social elements or something, although Zhang Chi was not afraid, but he had no eyes, so Zhang Chi honestly returned the car at the airport, padded his stomach at the airport, and honestly waited for the plane in the waiting hall.

Successfully returned to Folsen, and Zhang Chi, who took the car, first went around the uncle and uncle's house. Of course, Zhang Chi will not mention this to his uncle and aunt in his cousin's current living environment, and it is estimated that the two of them will fly to Los Angeles to arrest people back as soon as they are ready.

If Zhang Wu was an An Sheng, it would be fine, but his cousin would be able to toss, and it would definitely evolve into a cat-and-mouse game in the end.

When he came out of the uncle and his uncle's house, Zhang Chi did not go back to the ranch directly, but went to the store that sold ranch supplies and bought more than a dozen pieces of licking salt, which are square salt bricks with a hole in the middle that can be tied to the rope, and lick the ranch livestock to replenish salt.

Cannon sent a message in the morning, saying that the ranch was out of salt bricks, and asked Zhang Chishun to buy some back.

With the salt bricks, Zhang Chi returned to his ranch.

"BOSS, did you bring back the salt bricks?"

Seeing Zhang Chi, Cannon's first sentence was to ask this.

Zhang Chi got out of the car, stretched out his hand and pointed into the back compartment: "It's all brought."

"How's the machine?"

"It's already on the way, I'll pick up the goods the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Chi thought carefully, the things bought in Los Angeles are coming here now, it is obviously unreasonable, this road is impossible without two or three days of hard work with the transportation efficiency of the Americans.

Hearing this, Cannon stopped talking, turned around and removed the salt bricks from the back compartment one by one.

"BY THE WAY, BOSS, THE RIVER IN THE PASTURE IS ABOUT TO RUN OUT, WE HAVE TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR THE CATTLE TO DRINK."

Suddenly, remembering the matter of the pasture river, Cannon and Zhang Chi brought up a mouth.

The main source of water for the small river in Zhangchi Ranch comes from the snow on the mountain, which has been melting since the beginning of spring until now, which is quite powerful.

No matter how much snow there is, there will always be a time when it will melt, and now it is time for the ranch creek to start to run out.

As soon as the stream was cut off, it meant that the cattle in the pasture had no place to drink, so Cannon reminded Zhang Chi to prepare a place for the cattle to drink.

"I see! There are some tin buckets over there, I'll cut them into two later, and then I'll fill them with water and feed them to the cows," Zhang Chi replied.

Originally, Zhang Chi was prepared, but he didn't expect the creek to flow for such a long time, so if he calculated, the time he needed to supply water to the cattle was two or three months a year.

Hearing Zhang Chi say this, Cannon continued to work.

Zhang Chi came over and wanted to help, but Cannon said, "I can do this little work."

Zhang Chi didn't talk to him politely, he returned to the house and began to cook for himself, after eating, there was a beautiful Ge You lying under the porch, the weather in the past twenty years, from time to time there was a breeze with the smell of grass, that guy called a comfortable, at least much better than the broken community where his cousin lived.

After resting for a while, Zhang Chi decided to practice his skills, so he took out the lasso and stood in front of the room and danced.

As soon as Zhang Chi's rope was thrown up, Chiyan Mountain, who originally wanted to come over and get hot with Zhang Chi, stopped, and was about twenty meters away from his master, watching from a distance.

By this time, Cannon had already arranged all the salt bricks, and was about to go back here to refill himself with some coffee, when he saw his boss dancing a lasso like a stick.

"What for?" Cannon thought that Zhang Chi was dancing and playing, so he asked.

Zhang Chi said: "Practice wielding the lasso."

This made Cannon stunned, and he said to himself: I have lived so old, and it is the first time I have seen someone dance a lasso like this.

"Who did you learn from?"

"Learn it online! I've always been bad at dancing," Zhang Chi finished answering, took out his mobile phone, and showed it to Cannon.

Now Cannon finally knew where Zhang Chi learned this strange move.

"He's a novice himself, so he's teaching lasso," Cannon shook his head, "If he were like that, if he were to work on the ranch, within two days, his wrist would be swollen like a rugby."

"Isn't that right?"

Zhang Chi felt that this family was very good.

"It's not right at all, how dare these people teach anything on the Internet now," Cannon said.

"What should be the right one?" Zhang Chi asked.

Cannon untied his lasso from his horse, and shook it up lightly in his hand: "First of all, you have to pay attention to the buckle of the fingers, the position of the buckle should be here, so hook it with your fingers, you look simple there, but in fact, it takes a lot of effort, when it is loose, you can stretch your fingers straight, so that when you throw it out, it is very smooth, when you grab it just now, it is likely that you can't shake it out, because people will subconsciously hook their fingers ......."

Listening to Cannon's demonstration, Zhang Chi followed Cannon's serious learning.

First, he learned the simple way to grasp, and then followed Cannon to learn how to exert force, using the strength of his whole body to throw the lasso out, so that he could throw it farther.

After a few minutes of learning from Cannon, Zhang Chi was able to throw out a simple ellipse, although it was still a little close to two strips, but it was much better than the original.

"It seems that I am overestimating the moral standards of these influencers."

Throwing out the lasso, the rope began to have the meaning of unfolding, and Zhang Chi couldn't help muttering.

Cannon smiled and said: "These people are just to attract attention, naturally how to attract people, for them to look good is the most important thing, if they are not good-looking, no one will come to see them." You practice first, and I'll get a tin bucket."

"Let's do it together, this thing is quite laborious," Zhang Chi said.

So the two of them put down their lassoes and went to the hay storehouse.

There was no forage in the hay storehouse now, and as soon as I entered, I saw several large tin buckets in the corner, about the same size as large gasoline barrels, and there were about a dozen of them in total.

"Where did you get that?" Cannon asked casually.

Zhang Chi said: "When I built the house, I kept a few, and my friends gave a few."

The next work is very simple, it is laborious, the two of them each took a hacksaw and began to saw the iron bucket, the work is not difficult, draw a line on the barrel, and then follow the line saw, as for what is crooked, it doesn't matter, the main thing is that the cow does not pay attention to these, just have water to drink.

After sawing for more than half an hour, Zhang Chi was a little overwhelmed, because he hadn't finished sawing a bucket yet, and Cannon's side was not much better.

"Forget it, it's all loaded into the car, and I'll go into the city to find someone to use the steam cut."

Zhang Chi remembered his cousin's friend who owned an auto repair shop.

Cannon also had a hard time cutting, so he put down the saw: "Then I'll order a shelf for these barrels at home."

The cut tin bucket is semi-cylindrical, and it is not impossible to put it directly on the ground, just dig a mess on the ground, but in this way, the grass will be destroyed, so the best way is to order a wooden shelf, and put the half-pulled tin bucket on it when the time comes, so that the water inside will not shake, and it will not hurt the grass.

Things are arranged, then do it, Zhang Chi drove the tin bucket to Mike's car repair shop, and Mike cut several barrels into two with three strokes and five divisions, which was really much faster than Zhang Chi using a saw.

Pulling the tin bucket back to the pasture, the wooden shelves that Cannon had ordered were ready, and together the two of them pulled the tin buckets and shelves to the place where the cattle were now grazing, and unloaded the things, so that the twenty or so troughs for the cattle to drink were completed.

Back at home, Zhang Chi always felt as if he had forgotten something.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't remember what it was, so I had to put it behind me and start preparing dinner.

In the ranch, Cannon and Zhang Chi are also doing their own thing, occasionally the two of them will get some, Cannon cooks hometown food, Zhang Chi eats with him, or Zhang Chi cooks Chinese food, Cannon comes over to make up.

But most of the time, the two of them do their own thing.

As soon as the meal was ready, when Zhang Chi was about to eat, he found that Ergou was back, and at the same time there were Da Niu and Erhu who came back.